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Monday, April 10, 2017

Ghost Bear

Ghost Bear
by Hairy1

(This is a work of fiction, and no real persons or events are depicted. Safe sex practices are not depicted; but in real life, get tested and always play safe. If you have comments, please contact the author at ursuspilosus@yahoo.com)
(Copyright 2017, all rights reserved. No part may be reproduced electronically or otherwise without the author's express permission)
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Lightning flashed, illuminating the dark heavy clouds which hid the full moon. Rain fell steadily from the sky, as freely as the tears now flowing down Roy's face. Thunder rolled over him, the bass boom barely noticed as sobs wracked his body. The curtain moved slightly as the moisture laden breeze wafted across him, bringing the sharp scent of ozone from the lightning as well as the fresh scent of the newly water laden lawn.
Those scents, however, meant nothing to Roy, whose grief had flared back to the forefront of his mind as he realized that the scent he needed, that he craved, was now gone forever, and by his own hand. It had been several weeks since the car accident had taken Jeff from him, what was supposed to be a simple errand after work tearing his soul in two. He had stood there on the deck at the grill, awaiting his partner's arrival before putting the steaks on, when he heard his cell phone ring, saw it was Jeff calling. “Probably forgot what it was he was picking up” he thought to himself with a small smile.
“Hey”
“Hello. To whom am I speaking?” replied a strange voice.
“Huh? Who is this, why are you using Jeff's phone?”
“Sir, who am I speaking to? Are you a relative of Jeffery Malloy?”
“This is Roy. Jeff is my husband. Who are you? Why are you on his phone?” replied Roy, getting irritated.
“Roy, I'm Officer Janet Diaz. I'm using the I.C.E. number on Mr. Malloy's phone. I'm sorry to inform you that ….” Things got blurry in Roy's memory after that. Officer Diaz telling him there had been an accident, asking him if he could come to the hospital. Arriving too late to even say good-bye or one last “I love you”. Identifying Jeff's body, going through the motions of funeral arrangements as if he was a robot. Sobbing as he held and was held by Jeff's parents, stunned at the loss of their son. The parade of their friends at the wake, offering condolences. The wall of pictures that Jeff's sister Beth had created for the wake, a Tree of his Life and Love. Jeff and Roy had been together 15 years, finally able to actually marry so recently, be recognized not just by family and friends for the couple they were but by the world, and it was all torn asunder, cut short. He gazed at their wedding picture, two big bearded men kissing like love struck teenagers, thinking that the passion of their wedding night wasn't much behind what it would have been if they had been teenagers. A few short weeks had gone by now, and he had been going through life automatically; meals kindly brought by friends at first, work a necessary distraction. He had finally brought himself to change the sheets on their bed, emptying the last of Jeff's clothes from the hamper and washing them, only to realize as he folded the last of them that all he smelled was the scent of the fabric softener, that the last of the scent of Jeff was gone now, the intoxicating aroma of the man he loved. Sure, he had the cologne Jeff had used, but the unique chemistry that happened when it was on Jeff, mixing with Jeff's own clean musky scent, it was gone. That last small conduit to his reality, to a life that wasn't empty, and he had freaking washed it down the drain.
As the realization set in, grief hit him like a brick wall. His vision darkened, his chest tightened, it was hard to breath, and the tears started. He tried to walk away, but fell to a knee instead, sobs taking him. How could he feel so empty yet so full of grief? His mind spun through all the recriminations, the thought of why he had let Jeff run to the store after work, yet knowing it wasn't unreasonable because Jeff had done so a thousand times. The thought of Jeff after the accident, blindsided by the drunk driver, in pain, with no one to comfort him, no one to hold him, no one to tell him it would all be alright, all alone. Roy felt he should have been there, even though he knew this was a nonsensical idea. He couldn't get past it though, couldn't and wouldn’t forgive himself.
The lightning had obviously struck something, as the lights flickered and went out. Roy didn't notice, or didn't care, there was no difference between the two anymore. Still on his knees, he leaned against the side of the bed, clutching Jeff's freshly laundered undergarments, lost in his own darkness and grief, adrift in his sorrow.
Eventually the rain stopped, though Roy's tears did not. The breeze had died away; the evening was quiet again, wrapping him in stillness and silence, leaving him to himself, a desolate spirit lost in the night. The storm outside passed, the clouds broke, and the full moon peered through the window, casting Roy in its’ cold light as the curtain billowed out momentarily.
Sagging back, resting his ass on his heels, bowed over the tear dampened briefs laying loose in his lap now, he didn't notice the teardrops freely falling from his face begin to dissipate midair, turning rapidly to mist and then disappearing. Didn't feel the sweat on his brow, heavy as he had been so worked up, rapidly do the same, barely registering the chill as that happened, the shudder hidden within his sobs.
What eventually registered with him was the light touch of a finger under his chin, barely felt through his beard, gently lifting his gaze upward. Opening his eyes, his vision blurred and watery, he saw a large translucent figure standing over him, the moonlight shining through it, feeling the finger which had lifted his chin gently caress his cheek. He blinked, once, twice, and rather than disappearing as his eyesight cleared, the specter became sharper. A large naked man, sizeable belly, big beard, hairy arms and chest. His large man. His bear. His love.
“Jeff?” he whispered, reaching out, his hand passing through the figure, which parted before him like mist.
“Yes, Roy” said the figure, in a voice more like a sigh, like the wind rustling through tall grass, barely heard yet distinct.
“You can't be real, I must be imagining it, you're dead” Roy said, slowly getting to his feet, his eyes drawn to the images' body, to the body he had loved for so long.
“I don't know, Roy, I don't know. I guess I know I'm dead, I don't remember things very clearly" said the apparition, its’ throat and face becoming more solid as it spoke while the rest faded slightly. "I'm so sorry I left you, I shouldn't have ..."
Roy was a logical man who also believed that not everything could be explained. Ghosts and spirits, the paranormal overall, he thought most likely existed in some fashion, just not in a way he understood. He didn't know if he was experiencing a dream or a delusion or reality in some form, but he quickly decided there was no harm in going along with it for now, whereas to reject it outright would mean he'd never know.
Jeff, stop, please. I’ve been beating myself up over not being there for you, it isn’t your fault. I should have been there. I love you so much; I never told you that at the end.”
Jeff gave his small smile. “I don’t really remember the end, Roy. I remember loving you, I remember knowing you loved me, I remember not wanting to leave you. You not saying it in that last moment doesn’t mean I didn’t know didn’t experience it every waking day of my life. Don’t sweat the silly stuff.”
That saying is just as dumb as the first time you said it 15 years ago, you know. And I still adore it.”
I am damn adorable, that much we know.”
Still full of yourself, I see.”
You just want to be full of me.”
Roy laughed out loud, the quick give and take so much like when Jeff had been with him, the easy comradery, the comfortable flirting. He reached out a hand, very carefully placing it on the misty shoulder of his love, feeling substance that was just barely there. “I’ll always be in love with you, Jeff. Always.”
And I with you Roy.”
Uh, so, no mystical disappearing act now that we’ve said our ‘I love you’s? What happens next?”
I don’t know. I’m here, I don’t know how or why. I’ll stay as long as I can.”
It seems like your ghost is made of mist or water, yet somehow solid. Not a lot of it though. If only all that rain was part of it, I’d be complaining that you needed to diet.”
Jeff laughed. “You never liked it when I did diet.”
Because you were so cranky.”
Because you liked the love handles.”
They are sexy.” Both man and ghost snorted.
I think it’s only the moisture from your body, your tears, your sweat. Must be all that DNA we shared still in action.”
Then let’s share a little more” said Roy, leaning forward and opening his mouth, feeling soft lips cover his, the memory of a tongue pass his lips and brush against his teeth, dancing against his own tongue. Felt his mouth go dry as the tongue exploring it became more solid, willing himself to salivate more, feeling the tears of joy leaking from his eyes also flash away. His arms could now hold Jeff and he felt Jeff’s arms around him faintly. He shuddered and breathed a happy sigh as the kiss broke. They stood with foreheads touching, gently holding each other.
That was really nice.”
It really was. It might be nicer if you were naked too though.”
I was wondering about that. Do you appear to all the guys naked?”
Yes, I’m the Ghost of Sex, Past, Present and Future“ Jeff deeply intoned with a laugh. “I’ve only appeared to you, and only want to appear to you. And I don’t know, I guess clothes aren’t really part of you, so they don’t come back? I could try to materialize some for you.”
Do that, stud, and the next liquid you get will be a golden shower!”
You always did piss like a draft horse.”
That was meant to be a threat.”
Duly noted.”
You are such a perv.”
You love it.”
Lucky for you I do.”
So, why aren’t your clothes off yet? I thought that was where this was going?”
You have a one track mind.”
Like you aren’t on the same path.”
Well, yeah” said Roy with a smile as he stepped back from Jeff and quickly shucked his t-shirt, first his padded belly then his broad hairy chest coming into view. He gave the shirt a quick twirl over his head and tossed it towards the hamper, watching as appreciation lit Jeff’s eyes. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops, laughing, before tossing it as well, then unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop to the floor before trying to step out of them and almost tripping, falling on his behind to the bed. He laughed.
So much for a sexy strip tease. As usual, you get the graceless wonder instead” he giggled as he pulled his feet from the legs of the jeans, removing his socks at the same time, then lifting his ass to pull his briefs off.
Roy, nothing could be sexier” said the ghost, with a now evident erection. “Just relax.”
Roy was sure he heard a deep rumbling growl in the whispering voice now, that or more thunder in the distance, and felt gentle hands on his shoulders push him backwards on the bed, his legs still draped over the edge. Looking towards the end of the bed, he saw the spirit slowly sink to its’ knees between his legs, felt the brush of a beard against the tip of his still soft cock then gently trail over his balls. He spread his legs wider with a sigh. “That feels so good.”
The ghost chuckled softly and kept softly running his beard over Roy’s balls, whisper soft touches, then over his inner thighs. Roy’s cock slowly came to life, and Jeff ran his beard up the underside of it then across the tip again. Looking down, Roy saw most of the spirit become more transparent just as his mouth encircled Roy’s cock head, running his tongue around it. Roy jerked at the sensation, realizing how deep his need had become, and felt the pre-cum start to slowly leak. As Jeff licked and swallowed the pre-cum, taking it into himself, his form gained more substance, and he began to sink down on Roy’s throbbing member, going up and down slowly, deeper each time, eventually taking it into his throat and holding it in his mouth. His hands reach up and caressed Roy’s belly and then his nipples, causing his lover to squirm in pleasure. Each spurt of pre-cum granted the ghost more substance, which he was determined to put to good use.
Releasing Roy’s cock, Jeff slowly teased it with kisses, and then began to lick Roy’s balls. As Roy lifted and spread his legs, Jeff showered the inner thighs with butterfly kisses, then gentle nibbles, all the while running his hands over Roy, caressing the furry body of his lover. Roy tried to reach down and caress him back, but found there to be not enough substance, that the ghost could only focus on certain parts being material.
Just lay back and let me take care of you, Roy.”
So Roy did, focusing on receiving pleasure from his partner, pleasure which he desperately needed, feeling it fill some of that aching empty space within him. Soon he was panting and sweating, moaning Jeff’s name. Jeff turned his attention back to Roy’s cock, quickly swallowing it. He cupped Roy’s balls as he ran his tongue up and down the length, and then applied suction, bobbing up and down vigorously. The fingers on his other hand found Roy’s nipple and flicked across it, causing a gasp and shudder. Pre-cum oozed freely now, and Roy began to buck his hips.
I can’t hold it, Jeff. Fuck don’t stop. Fuck fuck fuck. I love you!”
With that, rope after rope of pent up cum shot out of Roy, straight into the ghosts’ mouth and down his throat. Jeff swallowed greedily, the sweet salty taste something he had always loved. He held Roy’s cock in his mouth the entire time, not losing any of the large load, until it began to soften. He released it then, knowing how sensitive his lover became after, and looked up, to seeing Roy beaming that wonderful happy post sex smile at him.
Thank you Jeff. Oh thank you.”
My pleasure, my love” said Jeff, as he stood, then bent over Roy, leaning in until he rested on top of him, and covered his mouth with his own. The kiss was soft and full of love, full of need satisfied for now. Jeff rolled them to their sides and indicated that they should move up the bed, which Roy happily complied with, the two bears facing each other, belly to naked belly, kissing and snuggling, Jeff’s leg up over Roy just as it should be. Roy could now feel all of Jeff, including a not so tentative poking.
Guess my cum was sorta the magic juice, huh, big guy. You’re all firm and solid now.”
Getting there, stud, getting there” growled Jeff, beginning to nibble on Roy’s lip and slowly rub their hips together. “Better be more where that came from.”
As Jeff moved to suck on Roy’s nipples, Roy now able to carefully caress his hairy shoulders, Roy found himself responding, his cock slowly coming back to life. The men explored each other, delighting as they always did in every aspect of their bodies, and soon enough Roy felt Jeff’s hand milking his cock, squeezing it hard.
I don’t know, I already shot hard.”
Relax.”
With that, Jeff’s swung into a sixty-nine position and his mouth softly covered Roy’s cock, holding it carefully without too much pressure. He ran his tongue slowly over the underside of the glans, very gently, over and over, and then swallowed him whole carefully before coming back up to the glans only again. Roy took Jeff’s cock into his own mouth, feeling it rigid and hard, but as he greedily sucked finding it lacked enough substance.
Give it time lover, go slow and gentle. No rush.”
The men lavished their love on each other then, very softly sucking cocks and balls, caressing asses, re-learning each other as they did every time they made love. Once Roy began to shudder, Jeff rolled them so that Roy was on his back and Jeff covered him, and he began to work Roy’s cock in earnest, Roy pinned and holding as tight as he could. Again the pre-cum was flowing, and it lubed the mouth sucking his cock before being swallowed away. Jeff took a precious dollop of the pre-cum on his finger, and then reached under Roy, spreading his crack, and carefully slid the lubed finger up his hole. He carefully widened it as Roy gasped, then dove deep to hit the prostate. Roy bucked and jumped, gasping, and then gushed with cum, a wracking intense orgasm.
Again Jeff held his lover’s cock in his mouth until it softened, until he felt Roy relax. He turned again, looking down, gazing at the body of the man he loved.
Roy looked up, seeing the rugged beauty of his man, both inside and out, and smiled, holding out his arms. Jeff settled into him, and the men kissed again.
It may have been minutes, it may have been hours, but time is of no consequence when you are with your other half, it simply matters that you are. They kissed and loved and talked and gazed into each other’s eye, eternity existed within the blink of an eye and it was enough. Each moment treasured but no better than the previous or following, the present was what mattered because it defined the past and future.
Much later, or all too soon, Jeff’ need came to the point of no control. Feeling Jeff’s ghostly cock heat up and throb, Roy knew now was the time.
Jeff, fuck me. Please. I need to feel you.”
Roy, love, this should be about you.”
No, it has been and is about us. Stop being an oaf and fuck me already.”
Jeff kissed Roy hard, and Roy felt the solidity of his form, knew it could happen.
When two people love each other, the needs of one are the needs of the other. Demands aren’t just that, they are expressions of mutual needs and don’t require explanations or softening. Jeff rolled Roy to his stomach and lifted his hips easily, thrusting a pillow under him. Neither said a word, uttered a sound, until Jeff spread Roy’s ass checks and a ghostly tongue licked Roy’s hole, softly but surely. The moans started then. Jeff rimmed Roy slowly and just how he liked it, circling the hole for a good long time before softly touching and teasing it, then swiping over it again and again before pushing against it. Roy slowly opened to Jeff’s tongue, relaxing and letting the pleasure flow over him. Yet again pre-cum leaked strongly from him. He gasped and writhed and groaned, finally it was too much
Fuck me. Fuck me NOW! I need it.”
If he had been listening closely, not lost in the pleasure, he would have heard the frustration in the ghosts’ growl, but he did feel when the ghost backed away and headed to the nightstand, grumbling that having no spit was a damn pain in the ass, and then felt the cool drizzle of lube hit his gaping hole.
After lubing himself (and spilling on the floor through his ghostly paw), Jeff slowly slid his cock between Roy’s hairy butt cheeks, savoring the feel of it, taking his time to find the hole, then just pressing gently against it, flexing his own ass muscles to make his cock twitch and tickle it. He slowly rocked back and forth, his hands caressing Roy’s hips, as he concentrated on making his cock, hips and hands as substantial as he could.
While the teasing felt good, the repeated pleasuring he had already received made Roy eager, and he knew what he wanted. Gathering his knees, he pushed up and back just as the cock crossed his opening again, forcing the head past his sphincter in one move, gasping in delight.
Oh, you want it that way, do you baby” growled Jeff, grabbing Roy’s hips and plunging himself the rest of the way in, hard and fast. No matter how fast, Roy felt it in slow motion, felt the flared head of Jeff’s cock hit his prostate and rub across it, then the underside of Jeff’s shaft massaging it as it glided across. Felt it as Jeff bottomed out in him, his ass knowing every ridge and vein of the intruder, hugging it and loving it. Felt Jeff’s hips against his ass, solid and firm. Felt the soft touch of Jeff’s balls resting against his. His ass felt split asunder yet full of pleasure.
You need a good fucking, do you? You still have the hottest ass ever, babe, and it’s mine” growled Jeff, as he pulled back, then rammed back in, and started to rapidly piston into the eager hole. Roy felt Jeff’s pre-cum adding to the lube inside him, as he himself began to leak heavily due to the attention his prostate was getting, though no drop of it hit the sheets. Jeff kept at it, shifting position occasionally to hit different spots, making Roy stretch open wider.
Once Jeff could see Roy begin to tire of the rapid stimulation, he released Roy’s hips and moved his hands up to his shoulders, pressing him face down yet ass up, forcing himself in deep and holding there. Roy tried to push back, but between the grip on his shoulders and Jeff’s hips, he was held in place, moaning. Slowly Jeff pulled back, Roy feeling every inch come slowly out of him, feeling himself closing up and empty, until just the tip remained inside him. Then Jeff slowly pushing himself back in, not hurried or rushed, focusing on the combination of warmth and softness yet tightness of his lover’s ass as it welcomed him back. With each slow measured stroke, Jeff praised his lover, told him how good it felt, how handsome he was, how much he missed everything about him. Each time Jeff’s bull balls caressed Roy’s, they contracted a bit, and his control slipped a bit more.
Eventually, Jeff let go of Roy’s shoulders and leaned forward, his big belly against Roy’s lower back, planting kisses between Roy’s shoulder blades. His hands reached around and his fingers played with Roy’s nipples. His penetration was much shallower this way, but it left his cock head constantly massaging Roy’s prostate.
Roy loved the feel of Jeff pressed against him, even without the weight. He felt secure and loved.
I love you Jeff, I love you so much. That feels so good, big man, so good.”
At that, Jeff’s thrusts began to get more erratic, his breath coming hard and fast across Roy’s back, and while Roy was also lost in the moment, he knew what he still needed.
Jeff.”
The only response was a low growl.
Jeff, I want to finish on my back. I want to see you.”
Yeah babe yeah soon.”
Roy knew Jeff wouldn’t hold on until ‘soon’, the two men had been through it all together. It wasn’t dominance or inconsideration, the two men treated each other as nothing but equals who cared deeply and completely for each other. Jeff had just reached that point he had taken Roy to multiple times already that evening, where the world becomes focused on one event. But Roy knew his lover well, and what he wanted, so without hesitation he pushed up with both hands and rolled Jeff off of him, a much easier task when there was so little weight involved.
Huh, what …”
I said, we’re finishing on my back, you big lug.”
Oh, yeah, sorry” Jeff grinned sheepishly.
No sorry, you have work left” Roy said, as he raised his ass and pulled the pillow under it.
Jeff grinned wolfishly as he quickly moved his substance from his belly to his shoulders, and lifted Roy’s legs up to them as he aimed his cock at the still ready hole.
The brief respite had brought Jeff somewhat down from the edge, at least enough that he didn’t shoot as soon as he entered his lover. He looked straight into Roy’s eyes, and said “I love you” just as he sank himself in, causing Roy’s head to fall back as he howled in ecstasy, his hands tightly gripping the sheets.
Jeff plunged in deep, and then set a steady pace, gazing at his lover’s body, taking it in, enjoying the exquisite feel of being inside the man he loved. Roy looked back up on Jeff’s body, the man he had spent so many years loving and being loved by, and as always marveled at the magnificence of it, the rugged beauty. He tried to reach up to try to tweak Jeff’s nipples, but could do no more than barely caress them, which brought a moan and faster thrusting. He watched as Jeff began to sweat, the beaded droplets dissipating back into mist. He felt his own body responding yet again, the repeated attack on his prostate giving him no respite, and pre-cum began to flow yet again. As his pre-cum evaporated, he felt his hole lubed more and more by Jeff’s pre-cum. As he moaned in pleasure, he felt Jeff’s deliberate pace falter and become uneven, saw Jeff’s eyes glaze as panted harder and harder.
Suddenly, Jeff’s head tilted back and he bellowed a roar of triumph, a declaration that he had mated with the one he desired above all, as he pushed his cock in deep one last time and let loose. Hot bear seed filled Roy, the pulsing cock filling him with heat and immense pleasure, and he let loose as well. Rope after rope of cum shot from his erect cock, splattering against Jeff’s belly, to be rapidly absorbed in.
Jeff held himself still, the after spasms rocking him, wanting to be inside Roy as long as he could. Eventually he had to ease Roy’s legs off his shoulders and lean in to softly kiss him.
Thank you, my love.”
Thank you, for all of it.”
As they were hanging half off the bed, the two men disengaged with all the ease they could. Roy moved up to rest his head on a pillow, Jeff came around and laid out next to him, eventually they ended up with Jeff spooned up behind Roy. Jeff softly nuzzled the back of Roy’s neck and shoulders, while Roy held and kissed Jeff’s fingers. They talked, expressed their love, shared memories and joy at a new memory made, and as the gentle moonlight bathed their exhausted bodies, fell asleep cuddled close to each other.
Roy woke as sunlight streamed in the window, alone in their bed. He knew Jeff was gone. He rolled over on his back, saw the indentation in Jeff’s pillow as if a head had been resting there. The room smelled of Jeff, and of man sex. He stretched, his muscles achy in a good way, the way they did after any great night of intense love making. As he stretched his legs, he felt the telltale stickiness between his ass cheeks that showed he had been fucked well and good, and that some cum had leaked out. He found himself thinking of Jeff in a happy way, still grieving but not lost in recriminations. He loved Jeff, always would, and he knew Jeff felt the same. Real or not as the night was, he felt some measure of closure.
Eventually he got up, did his morning routine and made coffee. Coming back to the room, he saw the bottle of lube lying on the bed, smiled, and picked it up. As he walked around the bed to the nightstand to put it away, his foot found the small puddle of lube on the floor. He laughed, grabbed a towel and cleaned it up. Going to put the towel in the hamper, he picked up the clothes he had so poorly tossed towards it the night before. Dropping them in, he spied something under the dresser next to the hamper. He bent over to see, it was a pair of Jeff’s used underwear, a pair he had missed in his cleaning. Obviously Jeff had as good an aim for the hamper as he did. Humming to himself, he walked to the kitchen to toss it into a Ziploc, wanting to retain the scent for as long as he could.
He decided he’d never know if a ghost really came to him, or if he imagined it, despite the circumstantial evidence. But he knew that whatever it was, it was what he had needed, and he thanked Jeff for it, for being with him always and forever.
Now if he could just resist the urge to join a pottery class.


THE END

Monday, February 27, 2017

A new story from a new writer

From time to time we host the work of some of our friends who also write.  These most often are not stories of shape-shifters, and vary widely in style and content. This next story was done by our friend MapleJack.  Be aware that it is much darker than either Papa Werebear's or UrsusMajr's stories, and involves elements of extreme torture.


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A Jest Too Far…
by
MapleJack

His one eye opens slowly, his other eye only opens a bit from the bruise just starting to show. His cheek is badly swollen. Carefully he raises his hand to his face and can feel the large bump that throbs as he touches it. He tries to focus on the ceiling above him. The stark, dirty wood rafters slowly come into focus. His other senses tell him more than he needs to know. It is the smell of sweat, blood, urine, and a hint of cleaners that fill his nostrils. He groans. "Not unexpected," he thinks to himself. His body is on the hard packed earth floor; his arm is just touching the leg of the bunk beside him.   After a moment he moves as he attempts to discover if any of his limbs are broken or twisted.

Taking a deep breath he stands up and gets a good look around.  It’s just a touch worse than he thought. He's standing in a cell of the castle dungeon; just not his usual cell. The door here is just black steel bars not the wooden door that he normally would see. He’s been thrown here with the common prisoners and not members of the court. He’s in trouble and he knows it. The spaces between the bars in the door are only source of light from the outside room.

Jester can just make out the torches set in the sconces as they flicker from the cool breeze that wafts from the stairway. Scanning the room, Jester looks at the scratched, rough-hewn granite and mortar walls. He feels a shiver when he looks closer at the bunk he awoke beside. He clearly sees scratch marks on the bed where a prisoner’s hands must have been pried from it. The bloodstains appear fresh on the threadbare mattress. The rest of the cell is like the one he’s used to; a hole in the floor for waste, a small basin with water in it, and a broken piece of mirror.

Taking a few steps to get to the mirror, he looks at his face. The left side is badly swollen and black and blue from the punch he received. All he can think to himself is, "Who would have thought a queen that large could move that fast?” His white face paint has been smeared and rubbed off in some areas. The purple diamonds painted onto his face that surround his eyes appear crooked from the way his one eye has begun to close shut.  The only thing he has left is his perpetual smile and it, too, looks a tad strange from the swelling.

He runs his fingers over the old scars that give him his grin.   These had been given to him before he can remember. He keeps his brown hair short for a reason.   He looks away from the mirror to see how the rest of his body has fared, looking at his well-toned yet little body that is somewhat below average height. Taking a deep breath he feels mild bruising, and some discomfort. He looks at his bright purple, and orange colored tunic; it  has some rips, and tears, as does his colored leggings.   His green boots appear to still be in good condition, just a couple of scuffs, and missing a bell or two. On the bunk is his tri-colored hat undamaged, tossed in with him as an afterthought.  

Now he sits on the bunk and takes his hat in his hand, and lets out a deep sigh. The little Jester begins to talk to his hat.

"Well, all things considered it could be worse. I just did as my queen asked. Poke a bit of fun at her sister in-law." He stands up, and paces his cell while still talking to his hat lying on the bunk.

"I had the house in stitches didn’t I? Just not the visiting queen; once her little runt of a fool clued her in to my poem. My cousin… he’s always such a snitch." He sits back down, and finishes his thought. "At least I should be out of here in the morning after she has left. Though I wonder, this being in a common cell not a secluded one for the members of court, if this might have been one jest too far?"

His hat gives him no answers, not that he  was expecting one. A shiver runs up his spine as he hears heavy footsteps coming from down the corridor.

A large silhouette blocks out most of the light as the Jester looks up from his hat. He realizes this time he may have more to worry about than what he said. Standing on the other side of the bars is a physique Jester would know anywhere. A large muscular frame fills the doorway, as does the outfit of dark red leather and red face mask that covers half of the big man’s face. The small Jester can see the matching pants, boots, and his gloves with spikes on the knuckles. His bare chest is just starting to show a lack of physical exertion the job used to give him.

Looking down at the Jester the Dungeon Master cannot believe his eyes. The court fool in a common cell? Injured before being thrown into it? He isn’t certain what to say as he looks at Jester, whose face is a mix of shock, fear, and uncertainty. Both men lock an eye; a connection is made that tells them both this is new ground, and the resolution is not going to be good.

Dungeon Master thinks over the past year, how he's had to escort Jester to a private cell in a separate block until things blow over. During that time they came to develop a decent friendship – as far as their roles allowed. At times, when Jes, as he refers to him, went out into the city beyond the castle walls without his costume, the below average-sized man would put aside the colors and face paint and join him for a drink, and even fight alongside him when the need should arise.  

Jester takes a shaky breath looks at his friend, and asks. “I’m in deep trouble, aren’t I?”

Dungeon Master tries to think of a response, and to ask several questions of Jester. Before the big man can respond, the air is pierced by an outraged, high-pitched shriek.

"There they are! We've been waiting for the guards to bring you to us!” the voice screams.

Both Jester and Dungeon Master know that voice that gives way to the crisp sound of heels clicking on the stone floor, followed by the sounds of metal on metal on metal, and leather creaking. The torches flicker from the passing of the bodies.

Dungeon Master turns around, wearing a cold, blank expression on his face to greet his important guests. Standing before him is his Queen and former mistress Lady Jade, and her sister-in-law Queen Garnet whom he serves. Dungeon Master thinks of her as a “stuffed porcelain doll” in a royal gown of spun red silk. Several guards accompany the two. Dungeon Master bows lowly to his queen. It is then that he notices another member of the party—a hunched over, scrawny little whippet of a man wearing a red, and blue jester costume giving him the appearance of a brightly colored rat. It is Jester’s cousin. 

After Queen Garnet gestures to him to rise he looks only at her and asks: “My Queen, what crime has our Jester committed? What punishment does her majesty feel he deserves for said crimes?"

Queen Garnet sighs as she glances over at her sister-in-law who is now turning redder for being ignored by Dungeon Master. She looks at him imploring him with her eyes, carefully she balances her words well or it could go terribly ill for all involved.

"It seems my esteemed Sister-in- law took our entertainment as offensive.” she says, pointing to the large angry woman. “It is our opinion that Jester needs to learn his place. That is his crime."

"It was mocking me in a brutal way while you all laughed," the woman says in controlled anger as she picks up her little fool like a pet. "If it wasn't for my little fool here. I would have been oblivious to the shame your entertainment was putting me through."

“He implied that my honor could be called into question, and he
likened my voice to that of a crow and common ass... but couched it in sweet words so as to not be immediately apparent…”

“I found the poem amusing until my little fool uncovered the meaning behind Its foolery, and that it was I who was truly the object of ridicule.” She glared at her sister-in-law. “My good cousin coddles her fool”.

Queen Jade sees a look of disbelief on Dungeon Master’s face.

Carefully, Queen Garnet turns to her sister-in-law.

“Dear Sister…” Garnet implores.

“NO!” Jade screams. “NO! Not this time. No! This time I demand of you satisfaction, and if I have it not, I can promise you, my brother and your king, lord, and husband will never hear the end of this!”

Dungeon Master looks at the Rat in his costume with a cool disdain. He feels Jesters anger from behind him. He speaks up to his royal guest. "I understand. What do you have in mind as punishment?" He asks her, his voice showing no emotion; his mask hiding his contempt for her pet. He doesn’t look at Queen Garnet so that she doesn’t have to answer.

"We want It Stripped of Its clothing as It stripped me of my dignity. We want It battered and bloody so It remembers Its place in front of his betters! We further demand that It apologize in the grand dining hall in the morning if It lives; We assume you can keep It alive long enough to meet my demands?" The large Queen Jade yells at Dungeon Master. She lifts her finger, and strokes the side of his face, in a familiar, and almost tender way. Her tone changes to calm, and cold. “You and I have an understanding, don’t we Dungeon Master?”

Dungeon Master’s lips part as if to say something but then they close, and he nods his head. His eyes catch a single tear escape Queen Garnets eye as it runs down her flawless skin; she too nods her head in agreement to the punishment. With this he nods his head, and bows to his queen again.

"It will be done majesty. He will live the night, although he may wish otherwise when I'm done," he says as he rises before them.

Jester gulps as he listens and watches the drama unfold before him. Jester states coldly to the Rat, "I hope to repay your kindness for this soon, dear cousin."

Rat looks back and smiles. as he says sarcastically, "If you can. I look forward to it. I already know no matter what befalls you, you will keep smiling through it all." He mockingly bows to Jester then scurries quickly away to his queen while giving Dungeon Master a wide berth.

After the royals leave Dungeon Master looks over at Jester shakes his head, and walks away from the cell saying. "I have to get things set up... it'll take a bit. I suggest you get undressed so I won't ruin what's left of your costume."

Jester is standing in shock, not to mention fear; he lets out a small laugh. “What did Queen Jade mean when she said you and she have a special understanding?”

Dungeon Master doesn’t look at his friend as he disappears around a corner. “It means this time you went too far. This is one jest too far.”

Jester finds himself thinking that his Queen Garnet did all she could to save him from death. Yet he wonders if this could be worse. He undresses quickly so he's barefoot, and naked. Not the first time in his life. Jester has plenty to fear of the torture to come even though none shows on his face.

Bravely. he says to himself, "It’s a small price to pay for my Queen’s honor to be upheld," as he folds his clothes and puts them on the bunk with his hat on top. His one friend in the castle is about to take pieces of his hide from his body, and all he can think is that he'd better buy him a number of rounds the next time they hit the tavern.

When Dungeon Master returns he has no expression on his face. He opens the cell door to let out the prisoner. "I’ve got to keep this on the level of just another job, or we are all in trouble," he mutters.

Grabbing Jester's wrist, Dungeon Master puts the arm and leg manacles on him just as he would any other prisoner. Now that the prisoner was not going anywhere Dungeon Master looks over his prisoner; not a bad frame, good muscles. What most would call a cub, a bit of fur showing. Dungeon Master is not surprised that the prisoner has a decent-sized piece of manhood.

Even though Jester had seen the punishment chamber occasionally on his trips through the dungeon, he is still not ready for it. His previous punishments generally consisted of a ten lashes with the small whip for minor transgressions, but that changed once King Korven married Garnet. Since then his sister Jade has become more and more of a vicious bitch, and now she demands greater punishments. Now Jester enters the Punishment Chamber used for the worst offenses. He looks at the various whips chains, and other devices meant to make even the bravest man weep like a small child; knowing about half of them will be used on him over the course of hours.

Dungeon Master unlocks the restraints on Jester just long enough to re-position them so his hands are in front of him; he then lifts Jester up by his arms so the links in the manacles are suspending him by his wrists. He then quickly hooks the foot manacles to a hook in the floor causing Jester to stretch his small body as far as it can. Jester lets out an involuntary gasp, and yelps, “Ohhhh!”

Dungeon Master briefly bites his lip confident that his prisoner is secure and not going anywhere. He looks his friend over with a mix of concern, and resignation, and looks Jester in the eyes and says. "This going to hurt a hell of a lot, Jes. So get ready.”

Jester gasps, “Give me a numbing draught! Please!” he pleads.

“I can't give you anything for the pain, those are the orders; but I can promise after it’s done your wounds won’t fester… One last thing, you are to be gagged, not to keep the screams in, but make sure you don't bite your tongue clean off; you have an apology to deliver."

Jester nods and he shakes from the cold, and from fear; more from the latter, he thinks grimly. Once the bit gag is in place, and before Jester has a time to react, Jester hears a swish of leather. He screams, and bites down onto the gag as his shoulders and back are pierced by little shards of bone embedded in the leather which is slowly dragged across his back. He gasps, and tries to twist away from the pain. Another lash of the cat o’nine tails rakes across his body, and this time blood spatters from the open wounds faster and farther then Dungeon Master anticipated. He's seen it before, and he adjusts accordingly. As he releases another lash more spatter hits his face. Without thinking he reflexively licks the blood from his lips; the metallic taste, mixed with adrenaline fuels Dungeon Master on to strike harder. A part of him screams to hold back, this is a friend who did nothing to warrant this type of punishment; still, it's Dungeon Masters’ job, and he is oath-bound to do it to the fullest of his ability.

By the time all is said and done, Dungeon Master has worked up a good sweat, and Jester has received twelve lashes across his entire body. Gasping, and semi-conscious, Jesters body gets doused in cold salt water to rinse off the blood, and to help prevent infection. Jester is panting, and sobbing, and hoping his torment is over. Yet he knows it's just begun.

Dungeon Master lowers Jester down from the ceiling. Jester slumps in Dungeon Master’s arms as he feels himself moved to a simple, roughhewn rack. Dungeon Master stretches out Jesters body to give him some semblance of rest. Jester’s hopes are dashed as Dungeon Master fastens him to the rack, and performs several turns of the wheel. He hears the unmistakable sounds of Jester’s joints popping over his muffled screams.

Looking at the stretched body barely moving on the rack Dungeon Master walks over to a water bucket, and grabs the metal cup stored above it. Taking the full cup over to the prisoner, Dungeon Master unties his arms, removes the bit gag, and forces Jester into a sitting position. He then forces him to drink the water whether he wants to or not. Dungeon master notices that his prisoner’s manhood has sprung to life on its own. He's seen this happen to others under his treatment; the body turns the pain into pleasure, and it’s another tool he can use to torment his prisoner. Dungeon Master has to keep his friendship separate, or he won't be able to accomplish all that he is required to.

As he forces himself to take in the liquid that is being offered, Jester feels his senses on overdrive; the water, while not cold, feels like ice going down his throat. Mixed in the water is the coppery taste of his own blood. He feels the soft leather of Dungeon masters glove on his back sliding over the tracks of blood still coming from his body. His nostrils flare, and he is assailed by the metallic scent of blood, and the musky scent of both himself, and The Dungeon Master. Inside Jester’s partially fogging mind is the thought, "This is my best friend. He’s trying to destroy my body and mind. That he's succeeding is proof to how well he does his job."

The worst part is that he knows it’s not over yet. What has Jester more terrified than what is coming next is what becomes of the friendship they both have had? It is at this moment that Jester realizes that Dungeon Master is the only subject that he considers a friend. Someone he’s gone to town with, the one person he feels some closeness to in the whole kingdom. He recalls a closeness that he had with Rat, his cousin, but that ended too with the marriage of the Korven to Garnet. She is a kind and loving Queen, but it has brought out a jealous, and evil streak in Jade. These past two years have been dark ones for the court Jester.

A guard quietly walks down the steps not happy at all with the orders he's about to give. His leather armor barley makes a sound as he rounds the corner. He knows the Dungeon Master could not have seen or heard him entering the chamber. Yet without looking the Dungeon Master says, “What new orders have come down from the Queen in regards to the prisoner?"

The guard gulps and firmly reads from the scroll in his hand, "It has been decided you shall be given more time to apply your skills to the prisoner. He is now expected to be the main display at the evening meal."

The Guard shifts his weight waiting for the Dungeon Master to turn, and face him. He sees the already pale face of the Jester become even whiter. Dungeon Master doesn't turn around at all, just stands up and listens as the guard continues.

"It seems your relationship with the prisoner has been told to the King’s sister, and she relishes the idea of the emotional pain this is causing the prisoner. Of course it goes without saying, if you fail to keep him alive you will be punished with a slow death as well." He rolls up the scroll and as turns to leave he says over his shoulder, "Sorry."

Dungeon Master lets out a deep sigh as he turns away from Jester, letting him collapse back on the rack. He walks over to the wall balls up his hand, and hits the wall causing chips of stone to fly. He thinks to himself, "That pompous bitch! She now plays with a man’s life like he's nothing. If he did something to deserve this, it would be no problem; but this could be a waste of a life." Dungeon Master regains his composure and gets back to work.

Releasing Jester off the rack takes a couple of seconds, getting him to stand takes a bit longer. Dungeon Master leads Jester to a gibbet; a metal cage shaped to encase a person, stands him in it, and locks the cage. Then goes to a wall covered in tools of the trade. He takes out two pear shaped objects. Dungeon Master puts a bit of lard on the larger of the two, looks over at his prisoner with a blank face. By grabbing onto Jester’s throat he proceeds to force open Jesters mouth and puts the smaller pear in. He turns the leaf-like handle and sees Jesters jaw reach its limits. His eyes bulging out, the mouth gaping, he knows this is as far as it will stretch without the jaw breaking.

He next uses the winch beside the cage to raise it until Jester’s hips are at shoulder height. Turning the cage Dungeon master inserts the greased pear into Jesters ass which causes a high pitched noise to come from Jesters full mouth. He then turns the handle on this pear four turns which Dungeon master knows will not tear anything but will hurt like hell. He fantasizes on the day he can go all the way with this evil device on a man but today is not that day.

After Jester spends a half hour in the cage; where he is forced to stand while Dungeon Master breaks several of his fingers and toes with a small ballpein hammer, Dungeon Master releases him. He does not remove the pears however.

Taking the prisoner to his latest creation, Dungeon Master leads Jester to a metal box that is a tight squeeze for an average man but for Jester there should be a bit of room. Once the prisoner is locked inside, Dungeon Master places an hour glass on top of the box. He then goes to one of the braziers that light the dungeon, and with tongs removes several red hot coals from it; he does this with all of them in the room, then places the coals on and under the metal box until it glows slightly. He opens a slit on the top of the box and places a candle in a small opening surrounded by mirrors. The bright light nearly blinds the small Jester. Then Dungeon Master starts the hand crank that turns the hammers which bang all over the box.

Inside the box just as Jester closes his eyes to try to adjust to the blinding light, he begins to feel the heat rising around him. As if this isn’t bad enough, he realizes that the box itself is covered in small piercing spikes. While the heat gets more intense, and no matter how he moves he is being cut, and poked, not to mention deafened by the constant banging that seems to echo in the small box.

A sharp poke opens up his eyes and he is blinded by the flashing light. A twist of his head, and the mouth pear brings pain, a movement of his ass, and the rectal pear does the same.

Jester can't tell if its blood or tears streaming down his face when or if the laughter and screams have merged by the time he's released from the metal box. His voice is gone, his face a glazed over, maddened mask. He can’t stand on his two feet now; he slumps onto the cold stone floor, a shaking mass of bruised and cut flesh. Dungeon master looks at what's left of his prisoner, knowing he's not done yet. He once again douses Jester with salt water, the shock of the cold water against his hot, torn flesh another agony.

There’s one last bit to break what's left of the poor man’s mind. Can he bring himself to do it is the only question? Dungeon Master has no choice, it was ordered. He forces his prisoner to drink more water. This time with vinegar and salt in it to bring his temperature down, and give him strength; if his prisoner expired from heat and lack of water, his own life would be forfeit. He then locks Jester in a simple pine casket lying in a corner of the room.

In his dazed state Jester is able to keep calm even though he is locked in a casket. The dark and quiet are even more disturbing after the light and noise. As his body shakes from the cold water he loses track of time in the dark casket. It could be minutes or it could be hours. All he knows is its dark, quiet, and not a lot of room or air. He's trying to stay calm so as to not die. To Jester this is worse than any physical abuse. He's alone with no way to move.

Jester thinks to himself with the little focus he has left after everything that's been done to him. He's not sure he can take it anymore. Not the punishment. That's just pain; and wounds that will heal, hopefully. No, what he's not sure he can handle is the knowing that this person who is doing this to him is one of his only friends and if he can do this without showing regret or remorse. What exactly did their friendship mean in the first place? What of the oath I took to serve his Queen at the request of his King? Had he not amused her? How could his friend and his Queen allow this to happen to him? Would he now die without ever having a love of his own? His mouth gaping open, and tears streaming from his eyes All Jester seems able to do is repeat "I'm sorry," over and over again.

In the darkness he feels himself being lifted up. He thinks to himself, “I am dying…my soul is leaving the earthly body, the pain is subsiding.”

Dungeon master hears a voice calling “Make way for the Queen. Make way for the Queen.”

A bright light flashes into Jesters eyes. The casket is opened by Dungeon Master. Queen Jade looks in, and sees the broken Jester inside.

Beside her a pained Rat, and Dungeon Master look in on pitiful Jester.

Jade sneers, “Has It learned Its lesson?”

Dungeon Master slowly removes the mouth pear. He knows Jester probably can’t answer but at least he should be able to nod his head.

Jester looks at Jade, and begins to cackle a high-pitched broken laugh, his eyes wild, staring through her, not at her.

Her face gets a very evil grin. “It laughs," she almost purrs. “Good work Dungeon Master, you have broken it. It is completely insane, but still alive and can grovel at the feast." She gathers her skirts. "Come, fool!” The queen then exits the torture chamber, the Rat skulking after his owner.

The guard turns to the Dungeon Master after the queen leaves and says, “I’m sorry about your friend,” as the maniacal laughter continues from Jester.

The Dungeon Master raises his head. "Not as sorry as She'll be." He looks at the guard with a glint in his eyes. "After Jester's performance, take him to my quarters. Tell no one."

The Guard nods and walks away. Dungeon Master looks at his friend.

"I broke you." He pauses and gently touches his friend's bloody body.  "I can rebuild you."

The End

(This is a piece of fantasy/bdsm I wrote a while ago with the intention of doing more with it, but it just kind of went other places. Hope you enjoy. Any comments can be sent to spazje00@yahoo.com. I'd also like to thank UrsusMjr and Papa Werebear for editing and the chance to share this.)

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Meyers and Sons Paint and Auto Body - Chapter 9

Meyers and Sons Paint and Auto Body

By Papa Werebear and Ursus Major

Chapter 9


He was dreaming... a sweet, sad dream. In it, his mother had been teaching he and his brother how to pull salmon from the falls of the river. When she’d had her fill of the brains, skin, and roe, he and his brother got the flesh. They both had caught one or two salmon for themselves and greedily devoured them, but they were not nearly as skillful as their mother, at least, not yet. The feast of fish had made her milk taste and smell like the fish she’d consumed. Then the scene shifted to the summer meadow filled with blackberries and other ripe, sweet, tangy wild fruit that Nature offered up to those who knew where they were to be found. Then he was scampering up a tree, his brother just ahead of him when mom called out the warning that an adult male was near.

The dream shifted again, to tearing flesh from the deer carcass from which she’d scared the wolves away as the cold of late autumn approached. Then it shifted yet again to the smell of the cruel blizzard that came early, before the beginning of hibernation. They’d curled up with her, he and his brother, safe in the den made warm by their being in it.

It was so long ago, so very long ago, when the only humans he knew of were the ones that lived in dens made of dead trees. The winter had been hard and when they emerged in late spring, thin and hungry, there was very little food to find. He, his mother, and brother managed, barely. As the snows melted, a great male, starved and too thin after his hibernation, found them. He approached aggressively and attacked. His mother had died, defending him and his brother against the large male grizzly, and all they could do was watch from above as the male partially ate their mother.

He was saddened, and he and his brother mourned the loss, but they moved away from the corpse, knowing it would attract other bears as soon as the scent of the male had dissipated enough. He and his brother survived because they were near the age where their mother would have chased them off so that she could mate and have more cubs. They had stuck together, and that was a large part of the reason they both had lived. They looked out for one another and remembered things for each other. If he didn’t know where a source of food was, his brother did and vice versa.

They grew strong together, his brother becoming a stout, handsome bear; but eventually, inevitably, his brother pushed him away. His need to assert himself, to stake claim to territory and mates overwhelmed the need for the companionship of a den mate. Alone, he began to make his way in the world. Occasionally he would encounter his brother. They would greet each other cautiously, briefly share companionship and then part, knowing that the overlap in their territories had to grow smaller, that they could not continue to meet.

In his dream, he knew his brother and mother were long dead, and that it had been ages since he’d wandered in the wilds as just an ordinary bear.

The scene shifted once again to another year. It was late fall and, through the first snows, he’d tracked down the new scent. As an adult bear, ten years old and in his prime, who had roamed his territory hundreds of times in his life, this new smell had piqued his interest like nothing else ever had. This aroma caused a stirring in his loins like he’d never known. Females in the mating season had never caused this level of urging. Yes, they had provoked him, drawn him into a breeding haze that made his thinking dull and his body frenzied with the need to breed. Those encounters had produced many sons and daughters for him, but this… was different. This fired his brain like nothing else, and far from dulling his mind as female mating scents did, it sharpened his perceptions. He tracked the scent from the faint wisps of odor at the far outer edge of his northern territory to the strong, powerful musk in the cave just within the borders of his southwestern territory.

Outside of the den there were scratches on a pine tree left by the bear that now occupied the den that he himself had dug three years ago. The intruder had laid claim to his den. He stretched up to touch the scratches that had been left to demonstrate the new occupant's size and strength, to measure himself against him, and could not reach them; they were at least another half-length longer than his own front leg. The scent all over the tree, rubbed on it by the interloper, was his ownership markings of the territory.

He was quite obviously a grizzly bear like himself, quite virile, and very experienced. He was definitely older by a good ten years though that part of the scent was also puzzling, as there were tantalizing hints that he could be older than that. Still, that didn’t matter compared to what else this musk told him; this bear was SO much stronger than himself and that strength was not declining with age as it should be. This was both an old bear, and a very strong bear. Images of the male that had killed his mother entered his mind, but that male had smelled ordinary, not like this trespasser. This bear was peculiar, like he wasn’t wholly 'bear'.

He hesitated to enter; he knew better than to challenge another bear in his den, particularly one this physically powerful, even if that bear was encroaching on his territory. He inched toward the opening, huffing, chuffing as a way to warn the bear inside that he was there. Perhaps it would only be a standoff. Perhaps the bear would leave once he realized he was in claimed territory. Oddly, the other male’s potent odor had made him uncontrollably horny. He felt the way he did when he needed to mate, and so he was stuck between two competing urges; he needed to go in, to see, to fuck; and the desire to back out, because it was so dangerous to beard a bear in his den, especially one of this mass and strength.

The invader’s musk spoke to him (scent WAS language to him, as to all bears). The smell was grizzly bear, of course, but much more; there was his sex musk, his power, his obvious good health, his corpulence, and there was also that scent he knew but did not know. It was like something he’d encountered before, akin to it but so very different that he couldn’t place it. It hovered in his mind, just beyond recognition. This only intrigued him more.

There was suddenly a change in the scent, made by the other bear’s awareness of him. It was an invitation, not a threat; an offer of companionship. A scent akin to how his brother used to smell when they roamed together, but also like the scent that females looking for mates made. The bear inside was awake and wanted him to enter. He heard a faint growl and chuffing followed by a melodic vocalization, a sound somewhat like a mother made to call her cubs, but deeper. He decided that he would risk taking this rival bear up on his offer. The bear was being friendly, so he would be friendly back.

Entering the earthen den, which opened into a small cave, he found a huge reddish grizzly, probably half again as large as himself and incredibly fat. This bear was quite successful, and as ready for winter as he was… no, this bear looked like he was ready for two winters! The bear had ‘roused from his slumber and regarded his guest. The large bear then did something unexpected; he rolled over on his back, exposing his belly to attack, and he also spread his legs to reveal his cock just emerging from its sheath.

He moved to the red bear, bowing his head, keeping his eyes averted and, delicately sniffed at his crotch in the most submissive posture he could manage. When approaching another male’s genitals, he thought it prudent to present as little threat as he possibly could. He gently began lapping at the balls and rod proffered by the huge grizzly. He tasted the red bear’s sweet, clear, nectar and his own swelling member began to emerge from its furry home.

Charlie awoke from his dream memories, hard and leaking bounteous quantities of precum, his half form body shuddered as he touched his ursine rod with his paw hand. He pushed it into his wet belly fur, coating his cock in the precum that had collected there.

His werebear kin lay about him deep in sleep as he remembered how he’d been mated to and bred by his Daddy Bear in the cave that winter long ago. He began jacking his cock thinking about how, as a bear, he’d moved into that cave with his werebear Daddy for hibernation. How as he suckled that beautiful cock the first day of meeting, and how his red furred Daddy had suckled him back. How his Daddy had entered him the first time, fucking him like a sow bear. How they had slept for weeks at a time cuddled close rousing occasionally to make love, the bear and the werebear, pleasuring each other often through the cold winter. They slept sometimes in a 69 position so they could wake and easily suckle and return to sleep, the comforting scent of each others crotches in their nostrils and brains.

He stroked himself, edging as he thought of how the following spring after hibernating, he’d changed for the first time, and became not human and, not bear, but both, what he knew as half form now. How he had enjoyed his bigger and stronger body, an equal to his Daddy’s now, and his enhanced senses when he was in full bear shape. He remembered how he had mounted and entered his Daddy then for the first time, and reveled in the deep penetration, the soft, slick slide and the heat, fur, and heady musk of bearsex. He thought about how after a year or so, his Daddy taught him how to take the full shape of the small, weak, sparsely furred humans.

He noted that he was like the ones that lived in the wooden dens, but not like them. He had kept fur on his face and body where they were devoid of it on those places. He began, very slowly, to understand their ways, the ones that lived together and chattered so much. His Daddy chattered at him in the way of humans and eventually, he began to understand sound as a language as complex, but not as direct or precise, as scent. He’d become human, but not human. He and his mate had gone amongst the furless humans; and they, never having seen such tall, robust, hairy, pale beings before, were curious.

When his Daddy shifted form, and at his urging Charlie did too, the smaller, dark-skinned humans became truly excited. They spoke in the way of their people and Charlie was confused that he did not understand the noises they made as he did when his Daddy spoke. Eventually one of them, a bent, older female smelling of smoke and a multitude of herbs, began making bear noises at them. She was imitating the calming sounds mother bears make, though not perfectly, and with a much higher pitch. His Daddy then dropped to all fours and bowed his head to the elder female. It was then that they were greeted with great friendship. They were surrounded by the whole group of humans, hands moved all over their fur, stroking them with what he later was told was reverence. There was then food, drink, and celebration.

Charlie did not understand it until his Daddy explained it to him; they were being treated as if they were the Sire of The People, The Great Father Bear, and it was at that point that he’d first encountered the concept of Gods. For their part, Charlie and his Daddy returned the kindness bestowed upon them. As a team they hunted for the humans, providing many grass feeders for the frail beings they’d befriended.

As Charlie lay there, thinking about how he’d been fucked by his Daddy with the tribe watching and getting close to climax, he thought how he now had his own sons; and they and he were a part of a werebear tribe, a clan, a family. All here within the sacred cave were hybrids, not fully bear, but no longer fully human. Their paths had been different than his, of course. He had started life as a four footed bear. Even now, after all this time, he felt the pull of the wild in a way that was somehow different, he imagined, than his were brothers did. They’d started their lives as human, and he felt that they were perhaps more removed from the wild than he himself was. He felt sometimes as if he had surrendered something central to his being when he became were and could shift to 'human'. He wondered if all his were brothers felt something like that... that they surrendered an essential and unrecoverable part of their humanity when they gained the ability to be 'bear'.

His paw smeared the abundant precum around the bulbous tip of his half human-shaped cock. He was close now, so he reached over to shake one of his sons, sleeping pressed close to him on his left. With the other paw, he gently shook the shoulder of the other son, pressed into his right flank. Both roused easily and, noticing their daddy, they began to shift to join him. He went further in his change to full bear form, he spread his legs, and offered his heavy balls and thick, unsheathed shaft as his own Daddy had done so very long ago.

Each of his boys moved into position, lapping at his fur-covered balls, and curling their tongues around his cock. When he came, there was more than enough for both of his sons. After his orgasm, his cubs tussled with each other in sexual play, one mounting the other and vice versa.

As the wash of sexual gratification ebbed, he found himself thinking that nothing good comes without effort and sometimes loss. But what was gained was sometimes much greater than what is given up. No… nothing good comes without effort and sometimes loss… and sometimes good can come from bad. He reflected on that last part sadly, and a tear rolled down his cheek as he once again thought of what Bahonu had shown him, and how he could do little or nothing to change what was to happen.

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Royce Tobin was ready.

The department had been offering him early retirement, and he decided to take them up on it. He’d been getting all the paperwork together, and preparing for this since he found out about Ron and his boys. It was a generous deal, but in reality with the plans he’d been making, he seriously doubted if he’d be as dependent on money to survive as most people would; bears could live off the land. He’d also finalized the purchase of a small well-appointed, yet secluded cabin home five hours north of his current home in town, in the mountains. He needed a retreat, some place to be while he changed, and while he changed his boys. In reviewing the recordings from the shop, he’d found out that at in just a month, Ron would be making his trip. He even knew the route he’d be taking thanks to the surveillance system in his office. It would be then he’d make his move, and he had all the things he needed to attempt what he intended. He just hoped the knowledge from the old tome in his puzzle chest was right.

The shop had been closed for a week, and the young man, Cody, had returned from whatever trip they’d all taken a changed man. Apparently, none of the regular customers that visited the shop seemed to notice past asking if he’d been working out, if he was wearing lifts, or if he had a cold that made his voice deeper. It was amazing that they glossed over what, to Royce, were stunning differences. Cody walked with a confident swagger, Royce knew, was because he’d become a werebear. He was taller, wider, more heavily muscled, and had plumped to rounder shape. He was as big as Bubba now, and his beard grew out to five o’clock shadow before midday. Royce noted that he would have to go shave twice daily while at the shop, because he’d disappear into the employee bathroom, and emerge smooth on his face everywhere except where his thick circle beard grew; and… he was absolutely COVERED in manfur when Royce watched the daily after work fuck at the shop. His voice was deeper when he spoke, growled, or grunted. His package, Royce noted with thoughts of increase for his own large cock, was much larger. He’d watched, repeatedly, the young man transform for the first time on a fuck bench while Ron fucked his throat and Nick fucked his ass and shot hard each time seeing him change as he was fucked.

So now Royce knew how long it took for a human to become a werebear, and made notes in the book he’d been recording observations in. He gathered what he needed, wrote out, and went over his plans, had gone over them hundreds of times, made arrangements, and purchases, and by the time Ron was ready to go on his trip, Royce would be ready, too. He’d also built in a few contingencies; because no plan goes off without a hitch.

The boys were told that Daddy would be making a trip for three weeks up north, and that they were to carry on with their work, and studies, and upkeep of the house. Robbie and Tyler were in charge and were to see to it everything got done, but told that if they abused their roles or shirked their responsibilities, there would be unpleasant consequences when Daddy got home. They were all welcome to cigars and alcohol, but that, too, was not to be abused and had to be replaced.

Royce leaned back in his chair, puffed on his half-smoked cigar, slowly jacking his leaking cock while considering calling one of his boys down to satisfy his needs.  He reflected on the truth of the matter; life was good... and it was soon going to get better!  Daddy needed to shoot, but he wanted it to be in someone, not just all over his paw.  He texted Dwight to come down while he rubbed his thickening cock, and let his mind wander; yes, life was going to be so much better.

Monday, June 20, 2016

Met By Moonlight

This story is based on one I originally read called 'Jack Meets A Wolf', written by Swamp Rat. It was very good and prompted me to write my variation on that theme. Permission to post this has been given by the author of the original story. Many thanks for permission to do this!
Met By Moonlight
By Papa Werebear (writing as Bjorn Torson)
The six of them had come up here, some 200 miles away from home: four young men and Rick and Jeff's dads. The young men ranged in age between 16 (for Jeff) and 'just turned 17' for Jack. Mr. Munsen, Jeff's dad, owned 10 acres of forested land up in the foothills with a large log cabin on it. There were four bedrooms and both the fathers, Mr. Munsen and Mr. Norris (Greg's dad), had their sons set up in the same rooms with them. The two older 'kids', Jack and Bobby, were both 18, and would get their own rooms because they needed… privacy.
Mr. Munsen winked a pale blue eye at Jack as he puffed on his cigar. Jack blushed. Jack liked Mr. Munsen a lot. The other 'kids' laughed, and Jack thought it was more out of embarrassment for themselves than at him. The four of them had been friends since junior high.
Camping, fishing and learning about the outdoors was the official excuse they gave to all their mothers, but Mr. Munsen and Mr. Norris let the 'kids' in on a secret. This vacation was about not having to pick up your clothes, not having to shower if you didn't want to, learning how to play poker and not worrying about using cuss words. Further, nobody was going to have to shave. The two men laughed at the look that they had gotten in return for that statement, since neither of them shaved that often. Mr. Munsen sighed with relief and scratched at his thick red-blond beard, "Good thing we don't, 'cause I sure don't look forward to shaving. See what a few of days away from a razor 'ill do for you boys?" He said in his deep bass voice. They all laughed. Mr. Munsen had grown up in the south and his slow soft southern accent was a complement to his rich voice.
Jeff Munsen was taking after his father quickly. At 16, he was already shaving regularly and had a lot of soft blond stubble after just a couple of days. Jeff was the only one of the young men that shaved every morning. By 25, he’d probably be shaving twice a day or he’d grow a beard like his dad and be done with it. Further, Jeff had the most hair on his chest of all of them. By comparison, Jack at 17 still only shaved once every three days and only had a spring or two of light colored chest hair, mostly between his pecs.
Greg asked about the beer that had been brought along, some 10 cases or so. They were told that each of them could have a can a night before bed maybe two. However, if any of them got falling down drunk from drinking more than he was supposed to, there would be no beer for any of them. Mr. Munsen said this was to be five whole weeks of guy stuff, just like he and his dad had had when he was a boy. There was that word again, Jack thought. They were almost men and the adults were calling them 'boys'. The only strict rules were that they had to be in the cabin after full dark and they were not to wander out of ear shot without one of the men along. Other than that, it was do what you want as long as it was not overtly dangerous.
They were up here as sort of an initiation into manhood, Jack thought. Still, Jack was rather excited about it all, even with the restrictions. Jack had always loved the night: its unseen sounds, its scents and the play of the shadows. Shortly after arriving at the cabin, he began to sneak out, late at night when the others had gone to sleep. He just couldn't stay inside after dark.
Now, at midnight by his watch, he was walking along a moonlit path, enjoying the cool summer night. He had slipped out silently; though the rest of them were all rather sound sleepers, he thought it best to be cautious. Mr. Munsen was a good man, but very strict and still thought of them all as kids. He was in his late forties and Jack rather imagined that he'd forgotten what it was like to be a young man. Perhaps, as he had said to them all, 'he knew all too well the kinda mischief a young man can get hisself into.'
And Mr. Munsen had mentioned bears in the woods repeatedly (or ‘Bars’ as it came out with his accent), but Jack knew that there hadn't been a bear in this part of the state in fifty years. Despite what Mr. Munsen had said about seeing one walking around in the woods, he'd checked online with the local game warden and was assured that there weren't any bears. “There are plenty of deer in these hills, some occasional wild boars and even a cougar or two," the warden had said in his e-mail. Jack had decided that bears were only a kind of 'boogie men' that adults conjured up to scare summer camp kids. Jack felt he was almost a man, even if not legally; he didn't need to be treated like a kid. Frankly, the 'bear scare' insulted his intelligence, but he didn't protest, because Mr. Munsen really was nice and really did seem to be concerned.
A light breeze blew through the leaves of the forest and Jack knew he should be returning to camp. Mr. Norris would get up like clockwork and check them all somewhere around 3 or 3:30am. If he didn't find every one of them in their beds, unless they had gotten up to use the outhouse, they would all be under lock and key. Jack shook his head at the ways of adults, but couldn't help but linger for just a few minutes more in this magical nocturnal wood.
Something in the woods snapped a twig. No, the sound was different from a twig. This sounded more like a small branch, maybe an inch and a half thick or so. Jack turned and peered up the silvery path. Nothing there; must have been a deer, cougars don't make that much noise when they're stalking. If a cougar were stalking him, he'd probably never know it. Jack was just a bit frightened. What if what he heard was a bear out there in the woods?
Nonsense! He scanned the clearing just up ahead, a buck was feeding on the grass near the large rock Jack liked to sit on. His antlers had just started to sprout. Jack could tell the buck was young, he wasn't as big as an older male would be. The buck must have caught Jack's scent, because he suddenly darted off through the trees in the opposite direction from Jack. Jack laughed to himself. All that worry over a deer! He entered the clearing and sat on the rock overlooking the lake. He sat for thirty minutes or so, gazing out at the water and the full moon reflected on its surface. As much as he would have liked to stay longer, Jack knew he would be missed if he weren't back in bed soon. It wasn't that far back to the cabin. Though Mr. Norris was a deep sleeper, Jack suspected that his regularity in checking the beds was due to a watch alarm. The guy who owned the property adjoining the camp might get pissed if he saw him here on his land, but he imagined that he was fast asleep in his own bed. The night belonged to Jack. He wondered how many others wandered in the still of the night and felt as he did about it.
He’d seen the owner of the property on which he was trespassing a few times when he’d gone down with Mr. Norris to get some snacks at the little market in what passed for a town up here. He saw the guy coming out of the market, cussing and growling about something while loading a pickup full of food. He must have been 6 ½ feet of walking fur and muscle. The man was a mountain. He definitely didn’t want that guy pissed at him. He'd also met him a couple of days ago when he was out by the lake. He pulled up next to Jack, rowing his small boat up next to the boat launch Jack was sitting on. He had warned Jack about being on his land. He said he liked his privacy and didn't want to have people wandering around where they weren't supposed to be. And he had warned Jack about bears, too. The latter warning was, once again, the standard adult scare tactic. Jack did stay clear of the big man's land during the day, but if he were on his land in the middle of the night, who would know?
Jack remembered that the giant wore a pair of overalls and no shirt both times he had seen him. He had a huge, thick black beard shot with silver that was neatly trimmed and braided into two braids. The mustache was braided into the beard and it forked on either side of his chin. The braids hung down to his chest. It was unusual, not many men had beards thick or long enough to braid and it made Jack hard just thinking about it. He also remembered that there was silver shot fur all over his barreled chest and back. His brawny arms and thick neck were covered similarly with fur of the same colors. He had a slight beer belly, but that only served to make him look more powerful, not soft. Jack had never seen the like and thought the man must have thick fur all OVER his body.
Even Mr. Munsen wasn't THAT furry. Mr. Munsen had a thick beard, but it didn't grow up to just below his eyes, like the giant's beard did, and he kept it trimmed short enough so that he certainly couldn't braid it. When Mr. Munsen had taken off his shirt the time he and Jack were chopping wood for a bonfire, he’d noticed just how much fur Mr. Munsen had. He had a fair amount of muscle too and he had a very furry chest and back. and his arms were covered from shoulder to the backs of his hands; but he was not nearly as furry as the giant was.
The big man really looked tough, especially with his teeth clenched on that big ol’ fat cigar that he was puffing as he cussed. The guy seemed grumpy on each of the times Jack had seen him. At the store as he passed him in the aisle, Jack had caught a glare from his hard green-gray eyes. The look filled Jack with fear and something else he couldn’t describe, something that made his spine tingle pleasantly, even under the his cold stare and fixed frown. Jack NEVER wanted to be the reason for one of his foul moods, but the giant had also stirred something else in him. Something was awakening within Jack, he didn't know what it was, but it woke him in the middle of the night sometimes. He felt a vague longing that nagged at his dreams, a discontent he didn’t know how to satisfy. He’d hoped he could work it out, find what he yearned for here, alone in the woods.
He had been coming here for a week to this place by the lake and he had it down to a precise routine. He'd leave at about 1am, visit the outhouse on the way back in just in the event that Mr. Norris checked early, and climb into bed around 2am or so. It was a quarter-past one now and he was on the trail headed back. It was a good mile back to the cabin.
There was that noise again, the breaking of a small branch, off to the side of the trail. Whatever it was, was heavy enough to break what Jack guessed was a closet dowel-sized branch. Jack froze at what the dappled moonlight revealed. He saw eight or more feet of furry beast step out of the woods about 10 yards in front of him on the path in the full moonlight. It grinned a pointy-tooth grin that glittered coldly in the pale light.
"Didn't nobody ever tell you not to go out in the woods by yerself, boy? I bet SOMEONE did an' you jus' wouldn't listen! Y’all do know what happens to them that go a wanderin’ in the woods when the moon comes up, don’t ya boy?…" Jack was frozen in terror. That thing just spoke!
It half growled/half chuckled at the fear it could smell coming from Jack and continued in that same southern drawl, "They get et by big hungry monsters, is what!" The deep bass voice growl/chuckled and it sent a cold chill down his spine. Jack's mind and body were paralyzed with disbelief. He stood petrified, like the tales of the bird hypnotized by the snake, as the thing lumbered easily towards him. "Yer makin' this real easy on me, ain't you, boy? Maybe you WANT to get et?" the beast said with an amused tone in its voice. Only when it was close enough for Jack to see its eyes, its intelligent eyes, did he stir to action. There was no thought, just movement. He bolted just as the buck had when it caught wind of Jack.
Jack ran back up the path toward the lake. He ran on automatic, taking in his obstacles and avoiding them just fractions of seconds before stumbling over them or crashing into them. 'This isn't real! I'm asleep on the rock by the lake or in my bed,' his unhinged mind screamed, grasping for logic in this very illogical situation. Still, it was happening, it must be happening. Inevitably, he tripped and fell. His autopilot was not foolproof. A massive hand-paw clasped itself onto his foot. Jack would have screamed, but he was much too winded. No matter what he tried, all he could manage were small squeaking sounds. Another hand-paw grabbed the leg of his shorts. Jack wriggled violently and freed the leg. He jerked forward, just as the thing tugged on his shorts and they came off. He was in just his underwear, but for a precious moment, Jack was free from its grasp and that was all he needed. Jack ran, as he looked over his shoulder at the monster with a paw full of shorts and it was growl/chuckling again.
"Bedder run boy!" it bellowed in that deep bass voice, "Or this here big ol’ Bubba’s gonna’ get you. Run fast boy, it makes you taste real good. But don't you worry none, boy, when yer all tuckered out… I'll find ya." This time it laughed. An oddly eerie sound when coming from a muzzle.
The boy ran until he could not run anymore, he rested for brief seconds and ran again, panting heavily. He felt the beast knew he was almost spent. He felt the beast was taking its time in hunting him down, savoring the hunt itself. It was an unnatural creature beyond belief.
Now he stood, bent over, hands on knees, breathing hard behind a large tree hoping to hide. His stomach was knotted with fear. His shirt stuck to his sweaty body. His mind turned the puzzle over and over. What the hell was that thing? Some genetic experiment; a super soldier that had escaped from a military base? Some creature like Bigfoot? A werewolf? A hungry alien life-form, that had learned English by watching old 'Dukes of Hazzard' broadcasts it had received while scanning the radio waves from earth? No, none of that was real, none of that was logical, none of that could be! And yet, it was out there, stalking him. The beast WAS real.
Then, while he was crouched down, still breathing hard and peering down the path for any sign of the beast, those large furry paws grabbed his torso from behind, just underneath his arm pits. Jack found himself lifted in the air, unable to even open his mouth. Paralyzed with fear and exhaustion, he could only wait, helpless. It pinned Jack against the tree and while one paw held him easily by the grip under his left arm and with the support of the tree, the other paw leisurely wandered over his body. It removed his briefs and felt him up through the soaked shirt. Something warm, hard and slimy-wet rubbed itself against the small of his back and ran down one butt-cheek, leaving a sticky trail. 'What the Hell!' thought Jack, 'if it is going to kill me, why not get on with it!' Jack didn’t know that this creature had other plans.
The beast lowered him to the ground with the one paw under his arm and a tight grip on his neck with the other. It gently pushed him to the ground and then it lay on top of the weakly squirming teen. Jack's back was against the beast's belly. The musk of the beast was strong and enveloped him and the scent gave him that spine tingling feeling he had felt in the store when he caught the scent of the giant as he passed him in the aisle. That same tingling feeling he also felt in the presence of Mr. Munsen after he'd just finished chopping wood. The sweaty male smell was nudging that sleeping part of him. He felt the beast's furry body press against his back and something pointed rubbed back and forth in the valley of his buttocks, leaving that slimy-wet feeling between his butt-cheeks. Jack realized what he hadn't before, the thing was rubbing its dick in the crack of his butt.
Then, it growled softly in Jack's ear, "If I'd a wanted you dead, I'd a torn you up the first night you came to that clearing by the lake." Jack trembled. "I know all yer secrets boy. I heard yer moanin, 'Put it in me Mr. Munsen,' an’ 'Kiss me with that scruffy red beard,' an' 'Oh, it's so big!" it said in imitation of Jack's higher pitched voice. It rubbed its dick a little faster in his crack as it said this and breathed the words hotly in his ear.
Jack went cold: this creature had been watching him all those nights!
"Ain't that what you said when you were jerking off on that rock, boy?" it softly chuckled. Jack blushed in spite of the situation. "Yer ready for a real man tonight, ain't you, son? Well, all men are beasts at heart. Jus' so happens I'm jus' a bit more beast than man." The creature was rubbing much faster now and Jack's crack had become very slimy. "You like big furry males, don't you boy? Well, there's none bigger an’ furrier than me an' as I'm sure you know by now, I am VERY male."
Jack found himself unexpectedly turned on by what the creature said. He didn't know if it was because he was frightened. He didn't know if it was because this beast had shared his jerk off sessions or if it was the scent of the beast. He’d heard how men got erections just before going into battle, perhaps this was similar. Perhaps it was all of those things. He didn't know, but for one reason or another, Jack's cock was harder now than it had ever been.
The monster quite suddenly flipped Jack over and looked down at Jack's crotch. "I see this big ol' furry body really DOES do somethin' for you after all!" The creature moved closer and Jack looked down its massive furry chest at its crotch. In the small amount of moonlight that came through the leaves he could make out the shape of an enormous cock. It was fully erect and from it hung a crystal string of thick fluid that ran coldly up Jack's leg and glinted in the moonlight. "I want you boy, an' I believe you want me, too. Yer checkin' me out to see what I got. Well, I got a big ol' package I want to deliver," it said and with that the beast began rubbing its cock against Jack's erection.
Jack oozed his own clear fluid, as the beast's warm organ rubbed against his own. The beast mixed his pre-cum with Jack’s. 'As strange and demented as it might seem,' Jack thought, 'this animal is making me horny.' The beast's cock slipped and slid over and around Jack's cock in a lubricant made from their loins.
The creature was grunting and looking into Jacks eyes. Its eyes were a light color, gray or blue, Jack couldn't tell in the small amount of moonlight that filtered through the canopy above. Suddenly, it pressed its muzzle against Jack’s mouth and opened releasing its hot tongue. It quickly invaded the young man's mouth. Jack found himself opening wider to let the creature's tongue in; partly because he couldn’t stop the invasion and partly because he wanted to be invaded. Below, the beast was rubbing Jacks cock harder and faster with its own giant organ. It broke the rough kiss and growled, "Let me in you, boy, I need to be in you so bad! I’ve watched you an' wanted you for a long time now. Open yourself to me."
'What? It was ASKING?' The thought stunned Jack. He managed to ask softly, "You aren't going to rape me?"
The creature growl/chuckled again, still rubbing its cock against Jack's maleness, breathing heavily, "If I could've tor' you up, whenever I wanted, what makes you think I'd rape you now that I got you this close? I wanted to run you down in the woods 'cause it wears you down an' it turns me on, boy! Predator an' prey games make me horny, but I won't rape you, boy… that is, 'less you want me to… but I'm guessin' that wouldn't 'xactly be rape… now would it, boy?" The beast's grin filled Jack with an excitement he'd never felt before and its logic was impeccable.
Jack felt the tingle grow all over his body. He realized this creature was offering him a choice. The beast was rubbing himself on Jack and as he looked into its eyes he thought of Mr. Munsen and how muscular and furry he was. That was it, Jack came all over his own belly. "So boy, what’ll it be? You can run on home now, no one will ever believe I exist, so I’m not afraid of being discovered… but I think you want more don’t you, son?"
"Yes!" Jack grunted in the throes of his orgasm, "Fuck me! Do whatever you want to me."
The beast growled a deep, satisfied, growl. "There now, son, was that so hard? I told you I knew yer deep secrets; yer dark ferbidd'n fantasies, yer erotic nightmares… an' I'm more than happy to oblige by bein' yer big evil brute." There was a pause and as Jack looked into the creature's eyes, he thought he recognized who was behind them. Before he could put words to his suspicions, the animal licked his face with his warm tongue. Then, the beast lowered his head toward Jacks belly and began lapping up Jack's semen. Occasionally the beast nipped Jack lightly on the belly and nibbled on his nipples as he cleaned the boy's seed off of his torso. This sent thrills through Jack that made him writhe in pleasure from sensations he had never dreamed possible and craved to the very core of his being.
The creature grunted in his ear and spoke in a husky tone. Jack could sense the need in him, his voice was full of it. "Now, I'm gonna do what ever I want an' yer gonna like it! I'm gonna plough yer tight virgin ass an’ plant my beastly seed deep inside, where it will stay warm… an’ grow," the last part ended in a lustful, toothy grin. Then the monster jerked him up and flipped him over so that Jack's rump was nestled in the fur of the creature's belly. He raised Jack until Jack was on the balls of its feet and his back sloped down toward the ground. Jack was standing tip-toed, on all fours, with his palms against the ground and his butt just beneath the monster's crotch. It positioned itself and Jack felt the warm bulbous head at his anus, smearing the hole with more slick pre-cum. The beast tested the hole with its head and grunted in satisfaction.
Now, suddenly, both paws grabbed Jack's hips and pulled the boy's ass back. In the space of seconds, its mammoth cock was fully buried within him. Jack's butt pressed into the furry groin and its hot furry balls rubbed his. Jack's asshole burned and he cried out sharply in pain, but feeling the sheer size and weight of those furry balls against his own sent an unexpected thrill through his guts. Then the beast shoved forward, pressing Jack's knees into the ground, putting him fully into the "doggy" position. The beast's own huge furry inner thighs caressed the outside of Jack's legs as it went to its hands and knees over Jack and forced itself harder into his hole. Jack trembled in pain and excitement, panting from the pain with tears streaming down his cheeks. The pole sized cock inside of him was agony and yet he knew he yearned for this, to be penetrated by a strong male.
The creature rested a moment, chuckling deep and soft, enjoying the sensation of stretching the boy out as it wriggled its hips and pushed its way around inside of Jack. Jack felt the beast's cock grow even larger inside of him as he did this. Then it growled softly in his ear, "I got you now, son. I’ve popped your cherry an' now I’m gonna’ fuck your butt real hard. An’ then this big ol’ Bubba’s gonna’ eat you, jus' like I promised!" Jack felt terror, this creature was going to eat him alive after all, but now he couldn't even run. It had him pinned and it was inside of him. Then it yanked half the length of its bloodied cock out, digging both sets of claws cruelly into the boy's chest, its claws raking his nipples, but not breaking the skin. It growled lustfully and slammed its rod back in to the hilt. Again and again, its furry hips compressed his rear, a voice full of gravel growled lust-filled obscenities into his ears and the boy’s mind reeled at what was happening to his body, knowing he had asked for this.
Its rhythm was driving and strong. Its breathing was timed to the thrusts. Hot callused paws roamed across the boy's body seeking out his erogenous zones with precision. Though this had gone on for only a few minutes, Jack thought he was going to die from the brutish fucking. It felt like he was going to be split open. The pain was too great. However, he did not die. He did not split open. His body quickly got used to the furry intruder and accommodated the huge cock that had invaded him. A new feeling began to grow within Jack… pleasure.
Conflicting sensations, pain and pleasure, merged and then separated and merged again within him. There was another feeling that was not physical. Deep within, Jack felt something he'd never known before. It was indefinable, but it was as if love, terror, satisfaction, sadness, contentment, longing and joy were all wrapped up in the same feeling. He had no name for it and when he tried to touch it, to identify it, it eluded him. Jack was erect again and the beast sensed it. "That’s it son, enjoy it while yer alive! I’ll even give you a reach around, jus’ to show you I ain’t all bad."
A hot paw encircled his cock and expertly masturbated the boy without a break in the beast's own rhythm. The beast was going to give him some pleasure before it killed him. Jack grunted in pleasure, he couldn't believe it! He was truly enjoying this! 'And why not?' he thought. 'If this is the last thing I feel before being shredded and eaten, then why shouldn’t I get pleasure from it?'
The great beast suddenly stopped just short of Jack shooting his load. The only movement it was making was the heavy breathing and the twitching of its cock inside of him. 'Why had he stopped short of orgasm?' he thought. Then he realized the beast might be getting ready to kill him now. Jack went cold. He twisted his head sideways, fear in his eyes. He looked deeply into the creature's eyes as it moved its face to meet Jack's, leaning on its pillared right arm more to accommodate the awkward position. The creature grinned back at him, its eyes lit with the fires of lust. The beast licked Jack’s open mouth and it was like French kissing with a drooling dog. His tongue was wet with slobber. Jack realized what he hadn’t before, that he tasted smoke on its tongue. He pulled out of Jack and commanded, "Lay on your back, son."
Jack was free. The beast was on all fours, but Jack could scramble away. Instead, Jack dutifully rolled over onto his back and spread his legs. He WANTED that huge cock back inside of him. He WANTED to feel it fill his guts. The animal growl/chuckled and swiftly penetrated the young man again. Now, they were face to face. "Told ya I was gonna eat you, didn’t I son! Well, I hope you’re good eatin’! You finger lickin’ good boy?" The growl-chuckle rumbled.
'Great, his murderer had a sense of humor and a sick one at that!' Jack thought cynically. Jack didn't feel the ground, even though the monster forced his body into the soft leafy soil with each thrust. Nor did he notice ten claws digging deeply into his buttocks pulling his cheeks wider apart. He was sure the beast would end his life soon, rip him in half and eat him. Probably after it came inside of him.
Suddenly, there was a rush of hot fluid inside of Jack, the beast roared out his orgasm and Jack felt primal emotion run through his body, making him roar too. The beast collapsed on Jack and he was enveloped in musky warm fur. Its breathing was hard and it grunted and softly growled as the huge cock inside of Jack began to deflate. It raised up on its elbows and looked Jack in the eyes. "That was damned good, boy!" the beast said, then it French kissed him again. In the next instant, the beast pulled out of Jack. "So you felt it too, then," it growled,"the Mating Bond?" He smiled a toothy smile and Jack's heart leapt. He had mated with Jack, bonded with Jack in the deepest possible way and Jack was… content.
Then, all of Jack's thoughts stopped and his attention was abruptly focused on his own cock. The creature began sucking and nibbling on his member in such an enthusiastic way that Jack was sure he was going to be devoured, starting with his groin. He didn't care, as long as he could have this one last moment of intense pleasure. The young man spoke incoherent nonsense, his eyes rolled back, his body went into spasms of pleasure and he dug his fingers into the soil. This was the first orgasm he had ever experienced with another person/being and it electrified him. His cock pumped, his teeth ground and he did his best to fill the huge sucking muzzle that had attached itself to his cock with his young seed.
"Eat me. Eat it all, you Beast!" he groaned as he filled the muzzle with his cum. The creature took all Jack had to offer and pulled away from his dick. The monster's huge cock swelled at Jack's change from passive to aggressive, and he thrust it back in through the boy’s tortured anus. Both Jack and the beast bucked, as more of the creature's cum poured into the young man's body. Jack was close to fading out now. The creature pressed its muzzle against Jacks open mouth in a hot wet cum flavored kiss.
Jack broke the kiss and looked into those all-too-human eyes and the beast growl-whispered with a grin, "So, son, how do you like bein’ et by a big ol’ Bubba WereBear?"
Jack sighed, he now knew what type of creature he had just bonded with. Jack smiled blissfully as he stroked the Werebear’s face and passed out.
Jack awoke in his bed. It was still dark through the cabin window. What a weird dream! He looked at the clock; 2:53 am. He checked to see if his dream had been a wet one… it must have been, he felt soaked. But as soon as he moved, aching, bruised ass-muscles, a ripped shirt, abrasions and an indescribable taste, told the young man another story. He heard Mr. Norris getting up and knew that in a few minutes his door would open, just a crack, as the nightly cursory check was made. He drifted back to sleep.
Later, at first light, he went for a walk, taking a small bucket with him. When he came back with the bucket filled with berries, he explained the abrasions were from the thorns and the bruises from tripping on a rock. The dads weren’t too pleased with him, but the big sweet blackberries softened their attitude. He noticed that Mr. Munsen gave him a sly smile and a look he didn’t quite know how to interpret. All that morning, he wondered about the night before and couldn't find any answers... other than it WAS real and it DID happen. Werebears must exist.
The full moon rose again that night and there, on the rock at 12:00 midnight in the clearing by the lake, sat Jack. This time when he heard the low growl and grunts, he quietly and waited, looking up at the moon. The Werebear quietly ambled out of the woods and moved towards him, on all fours, taking its time. Jack trembled with fear and excitement. Part of him wanted to run back to the cabin and those familiar people and things it contained. Part of him wanted to run towards the beast, to be embraced by that huge furry mountain and the mysteries embodied by this impossible creature. Instead, he waited for the Bear to come to him. When it reached Jack's side, it stood up. Jack turned to look at the furry mountain. The Werebear’s fur was silvery in the moonlight and Jack understood why grizzly bears were called 'grizzlies'. Jack stood and barely came up to its broad, muscular chest. It rumbled deeply, as if clearing its throat, then the Werebear placed a warm callused paw on his right shoulder with gentleness and lightness that surprised him.
The creature grinned down at him, "I knew you'd be waitin' here. What I did to you last night, what we did to each other, set a fire inside you, didn’t it son." It was a statement, not a question.
Jack nodded silently. "It set a fire inside of me too. You liked what happened to you an' now yer back for more Bear meat. Guess I’m not surprised… saw somethin’, felt somethin’ in you since the first night I saw you an’ I hoped it would wake up. Hoped it was mor’ ‘n jus’ wishful thinkin’ on my part. I think I woke it up by pokin' it real hard with my pole, last night." The Bear growl/chuckled and Jack placed a hand on the beast's huge furry belly. The Bear smiled down at him and Jack looked into those light colored human eyes. Jack was not sure about anything. The beast aroused him and the musky scent of the Bear was intoxicating; filling him with warmth and lust. He knew that he desperately needed the beast and he knew now that he wanted the monster, wanted to give himself completely to the Werebear. The Bear growled gently and lifted Jack’s shirt off and dropped it at his feet, exposing his bare skin to the cool night air. Then it ran its hot callused paws across his chest. The Bear went down on its knees. A cool wet nose pressed ever so gently against a nipple, the young man gasped in pleasure. Then a warm tongue licked as the muzzle suckled the nipple. The other nipple was gently being rubbed by the thumb pad of the other paw. Then mouth and paws switched and the other nipple was suckled. Jack sensed the contrast in the Bear’s mood between last night and this. Last night was all aggression, self-satisfaction and lust. The beast meant to conquer him last night and that it certainly had accomplished. Jack was his and he knew it, but last night's encounter had grown into something more. In the end he had given himself to the Bear and now he wanted to give all that was left, without reserve, to his Ursine lover. Tonight, the beast was gentle, caring. It seemed as though the beast wanted Jack to share the pleasure of mating, equally. Tonight, he seemed more like… a partner… no, a wedded mate.
Jack groaned, as the beast moved toward his groin. The paws kneaded his crotch, then swiftly removed the shorts. Jack stepped out of the piled shorts at his feet. He was now almost naked before his lover. It pulled the strings on his sneakers and Jack stepped out of them and removed his socks with his toes. The beast removed Jack's briefs. The Bear's tongue lapped its way down to the boy's crotch and tickled his balls. Jack kneaded the hard-muscled, fur-covered arms and shoulders, while the beast's claws dug into Jack’s butt again. Jack grunted. He would resist the urge to beg for a blow-job and enjoy the bath his ballsack was getting. The nostrils quivered and a deep grunt came from the muzzle of the beast. It could smell the drop of pre-cum that had just seeped out of the young man’s aching cock.
The Bear released the hold on one buttock and encircled Jack's stiff cock with its huge furry paw, milking it and smearing the boy's sticky clear fluid across its prehensile, lower lip. Jack moaned as he looked down into those beautiful human eyes. The Bear’s tongue lapped at the oozing head and licked its lips. Jack looked deeply into those eyes and thought, 'Mr. Munsen had light colored eyes and had grown up in Louisiana. His accent wasn't very heavy, unless he was drunk or angry or perhaps,… horny.'
Jack came back from his meditations with a start, as the horny creature engulfed Jack’s maleness suddenly and completely. The big dog-like nose was buried in his pubic hair. It snuffled deeply as drool ran warmly down his balls. The tongue licked and rolled his cock around inside the muzzle. Both paws tweaked the teenager's nipples as the tongue continued to roll Jack's rock hard organ around like a cigar. Jack thrust his hips into the beast's face. Panting and shaking, his legs jerking spasmodically as he fucked the Bear's muzzle. Jack realized he felt like, was now, as much a beast as the beast he was fucking. His scrotum contracted as he forced the cock in and out of the muzzle. With each thrust he lost more control of the animal within himself, grunting louder and louder, sounding more and more like the beast he was fucking the closer he came to orgasm. When the fog of ecstasy had lifted, he saw that the beast wide-open maw had all but engulfed his pelvis, his cock was down the Bear's throat and the Werebear was grinning at him around a mouthful of Jack.
The beast seemed very pleased and pulled off to just the cock. He began to coax still more juice from the boy. Jack's hands trembled as he stroked the Bears face, the cock inside the muzzle being expertly licked from front to back. The Werebear finally released the drained cock and nuzzled it and Jack's balls. "I guarantee, that is one of the best blow jobs yer ever gonna to get, boy. No human mouth can compare to a Bear's muzzle."
The Werebear grinned his toothy grin. Jack sighed. He knew another rough fucking was probably what the Bear wanted. He found, despite his sore anus and quite to his surprise, that he couldn't deny his furry love. He began turning around and bending over to give the Bear access to his rear. Instead, the monster turned him back around. He gently took his hand and placed it on the hot thick pole jutting out from between the Bear's thickly muscled furry thighs. A look of desire was on his big furry face and he softly grunted his wordless desire. Jack could feel the pulse of the great beast's heart in his palm. He had never seen such a large dick before. In fact, other than his own and some of his schoolmate's in the shower, he'd never seen another dick before. He'd certainly never seen a man's cock and quite certainly never a Bear's. Yet, he knew that no mere man could match this beast’s wondrous monster phallus. The image of a naked Mr. Munsen with the bear's huge cock crossed his mind and his own young cock twitched.
He was fascinated, he little more than half encircled the semi-hard spongy flesh with his thumb and index finger. He let his hand slowly slide down, then back up. He got that same spine tingle he had before, when it expanded in his hand and it opened his fingers, as the bear's rod became iron hard. It was such a wondrous thing, such a large cock he could never have imagined such was possible. It was easily as long as his forearm and about half as thick. The Bear growled happily, seeing the wonder on the young man's face "Why don't I make this easier for you, son." He removed Jacks hand and lay on the ground with his big muscular arms folded beneath his head like a pillow, spreading his legs with his cock standing straight up, quivering with each heartbeat. Jack saw the huge balls hanging down and desired to lick those huge, musky, low hanging nuts.
Jack shivered from head to toe as he approached the Werebear. He wasn't cold, he wasn't afraid: it was eagerness and lust that made him tremble. Jack stroked the Bear’s thick maleness. He noted that the Bear's fur grew about half way up the underside of his cock. It wasn't as thick, but it was there and just slightly curly, like pubic hair; it intrigued Jack. With one hand he lovingly fondled the Bear's cock and with the other raised the furry balls so he could lick them. The Werebear was indeed musky and Jack breathed deeply into his lungs the strong male Ursine scent, savoring it as it passed through his nostrils. He thoroughly bathed the balls with his tongue and stroked the strong pole from dark purplish tip to the furry brown sheath. He watched, transfixed in the light of the full moon, as the large pisshole opened with each stroke. His attention focused on the great beast's thick seminal fluids as they trickled down the shaft in slow motion. The pre-cum oozed down the shaft and across the back of his hand like a thick syrup. Without thinking, he licked it off of his fingers and the head from which it had flowed. It had a unique taste, like nothing he'd experienced before. It was salty-sweet and something else. The monster moaned as Jack licked the rod clean and began sucking on the seeping cock-head. The Werebear sunk his claws deep into the dirt and tore at the turf. Jack's lust took over, he followed instinct and opened his mouth wide pushing the bulbous head into his mouth to rest on his tongue. More of the salty-sweet fluid trickled into his mouth. He swallowed and pushed another inch of Bear sausage into his crowded oral cavity.
The creature growled softly, as the man-cub continued stroking his cock. He licked the thick maleness, probing the large pisshole with his tongue. Jack felt the huge dick throb and with his tongue, felt the beast’s blood coursing through the thick veins as he probed the shaft with the tip of his tongue. He sucked on the cock and started taking as much if it down his throat as he could. Then, on one of the up strokes, warm and thick semen splashed against the back of his throat. He swallowed it greedily, his hands still busy pulling on the thick skin of the sheath. More of the Bear’s stuff gushed into his waiting mouth. Jack needed to taste each eruption. He pulled his head back, until his teeth collared just the tip. Nothing happened for a moment, he pushed the tip of his tongue into the wide slit and massaged the hole. Still there was nothing. Without thinking, he began to nibble on the head of the Bear's rod. The monster growled and shuddered. He thrust his hips up and cum splattered the roof of Jack's mouth. A flood of the Bear's sperm flowed across the young man's tongue headed for his throat.
Jack enjoyed the flavor of this beast’s cock honey; no, he realized it wasn’t just enjoyment, he craved it. The Bearman, his body trembling in ecstasy shot one huge load, Jack savored it, rolling it around in his mouth with the cock-head. He sucked harder still, grunting, chewing, wanting more. With one final great heave, the Bear grunted almost painfully and gave the last of his seed to the unsatisfied youth. Jack, still wanting more, had become savage and the Bear gently pushed Jack off of his softening member. The Werebear sighed and growled contentedly and tousled the boy's hair "Even us Werebears have limits, son," the bear said with a tired chuckle.
After a few minutes of coaxing, Jack realized no more of the Bear's semen would be coming; at least for a while. Jack held the spongy wondrous rod, kissed the head gently with respect, nuzzled the scrotum and gently laid the spent cock on the Bear's thigh. The Bearman chuckled softly. "Don’t worry, son, you’ll get more in due time. I guarantee it!"
Now, it was Jack's turn. He stood up and pointed a fully erect cock at the Bear and a string of crystal fluid slowly descended from Jack's piss hole. Jack's cock was weeping pre-cum and the Bear roused and licked his lips. Jack waited and the Bear moved his muzzle directly in front of the young man's groin.
"I'm willin' to bet you ain't never been this horny in your life, have ya, son? I bet that ploughin' I gave you last night has stirred up all sorts of hormones in yer young furless body!" Jack took hold of his cock and began to pump it and shoved his erection at the silvery muzzle. The Bear's tongue lapped eagerly on the flesh, making Jack moan. "Impatient little cuss." The bear said with a grin.
"Take it all, Papa Bear. It’s all for you, just for you," he said in a husky voice he hardly recognized as his own. The Bear sat on his butt and leaned into Jack's crotch. The Bear's paws, stained with grass and dirt, rubbed his smooth buttocks and pushed his crotch into the Bear's opening jaws. The claws gently raked across the tender flesh of Jack's ass. Jack's breathing became a pant, as the mouth took all that made him a man, both cock and balls, into that toothy maw again. Jack pumped his hips hard, wanting to blow a big wad for his huge ‘Teddy Bear’. All too soon, he emptied himself into the Bear and it felt to Jack as though the bond that had been forming since last night had been sealed with the exchange of this night's seed.
Finally the torrent became a trickle. The Bear came off of Jack for a moment, "Gonna’ eat you up, boy. Gonna’ stuff your dick all the way down my throat and chew on it!" Jack was surprised by the sudden change of mood and speed with which the Bear grabbed hold of his cock with that muzzle full of teeth. He let out a sharp yell and tried to free himself from the Bear's grip. He realized, almost instantly, how futile those actions would be. He resigned to letting the Werebear do as he would. The Bear gave his cock long slow licks, as one might lick a popsicle. He lovingly caressed Jack's maleness with his warm muscular tongue. The Bear made oral love to his softening organ; not for the sake of the youth's fluid, but to show his respect for Jack.
The Werebear released Jack's cock, rolled over onto his back and looked up into the heavens. The teen bent down and positioned himself over the Bear's body, putting his chest on the Bear’s chest, he lay down on the great beast. Jack felt the beating of the Werebear's strong heart next to his own. He moved his face closer to the muzzle and stuck his tongue deep into the Werebear’s partly open mouth in thanks for the joy he had given him. The Bear reciprocated with his own long ursine tongue. Something had passed between them. Jack knew later that it was love: genuine, true, deep love. His love for the big furry brute and love returned to him by the Bear. He lay on his huge furry chest, wrapped in his strong arms and listened to the Bears heartbeat. The beast gently stroked the young man’s back and thighs with his paws and Jack began to snore softly. Jack and the Bear dozed together contentedly beneath the moon.
When Jack woke an hour or so later, it was half past one o'clock. The Werebear softly caressed Jack’s face looking deeply into his eyes and gently growled, "Son, I ain’t never felt this good with another man afore!"
Jack smiled. 'Tonight,' he thought, "I am a man.' It was this big brute he had to thank for his transformation from boy to man.
"I’m no longer afraid of you," Jack said. "I know now that you could never hurt me." The beast chuckled warmly, a sound that happily filled Jack’s heart.
"Hell, son! I knew that all along, but scarin’ the shit out of you was jus’ so much damn fun! I was surprised as hell to find out how much it really turned me on! I thought about it all day, but I guess scarin' you is a thing of the past now." The Bear paused and beamed at the young man. "I had you goin’ there for awhile, though, didn’t I, son?"
He chuckled again. "It’s kinda a nice to be a Bad Bear… but it’s nice bein’ a Teddy Bear too. I ain't never been a Teddy Bear to no one afore."
Jack smiled, "We could pretend you're a bad bear, couldn't we?"
The bear smiled wickedly, "We sure could,” he said in a low growl and pinched Jack's butt. Jack giggled. There was a long pause as Jack and the Bear kissed again. "Now you get on down to the water and wash off." He slapped the young man’s butt, leaving a big red paw print on the cheek. "Don’t want anyone suspectin’ you was out rollin’ around in the woods with a Bear, do you son?" He smiled and winked.
Jack rose and went down to the cool water and washed himself off. When he was done, it was about a quarter 'til two. "I need to run if I'm going to be back before three," Jack said.
The Bear came down to the water and waded in. "It's faster if you swim," said the Bear, "yer cabin is across the lake an' through a stand of trees, I'll have you there in two shakes. Hold onto my neck." The Werebear swam quickly and they crossed the lake in no time. They came ashore in a clump of trees and bushes. Jack kissed the Bear and turned to dress. By the time he was finished dressing, the Bear had melted back into the woods as though he'd never been there.
Time passed and, for one reason or another, Jack couldn't make it out to the rock by the lake for a couple of weeks. Jack felt different somehow. He'd never had this much energy before, he was stronger than he had ever been and interesting things were starting to happen to his body. He felt strange, yet the strangeness was invigorating. He noticed Mr. Munsen looking at him on several occasions, as if he were sizing him up and Mr. Munsen would always smile that sly smile of his as if he had a secret he wouldn’t share with Jack. Mr. Munsen commented on his new growth of chest hair when they were chopping wood.
"Guess those hormones are finally kickin’ in, must be all this uncivilized manly livin’. A ‘course, it could be ‘cause you’re ‘round big ol’ furry guys like m’self and Norris!" Mr. Munsen chuckled around his cigar. "Man fur is contagious son, you catch it from bein’ around older furry men. How’d you think I got to be so hairy?" He grinned and puffed on his cigar, "Hell, you’ll look like a grizzly in no time at this rate!" He winked in that sexy way he had and Jack blushed. They both went back to chopping wood and Jack thought about Mr. Munsen. A couple of times, he could swear he saw a grizzly chopping wood out of the corner of his eye. His mind must have been playing tricks on him.
In the weeks that had passed since he’d last been with the Werebear, he and Jeff Munsen had become closer. It was as if Jeff was now more like a brother. He felt that special kinship he hadn’t before with the now fully bearded young man.
One morning at 4 am, Jack decided to take a hike to the rock by the lake. The others wouldn't be up until noon, they'd been playing poker until about an hour before Jack woke up and Greg had gotten a little drunk because he had more beer than he was suppose to have. All the young men had increased their tolerance for beer over the last several weeks. Jack left a note saying he'd gone berry picking, it was just three days before they were to leave and he no longer cared if he got into trouble.
He dressed in a T-shirt, that he was rapidly outgrowing, a pair of jeans that were becoming short and snug and a pair of boots, also becoming more narrow and tight. Still, he walked upon a cloud all the way to the rock feeling the vitality of nature all around him and a growing sense of urgency in his loins as he thought about the bear. He'd jerked off like mad since last he saw his Werebear lover and still he was not satisfied. Mr. Munsen kept the other's from teasing him about the time he spent in his room by pointing out that he'd heard some interesting noises coming from each of them in the middle of the night. Mr. Munsen had been hinting at late night swims and exploring the woods around the lake. Jack looked into his light blue eyes and was sure that any night now, he'd creep into Jack's room and fuck him the way he had that first night in the woods, as a bear. He arranged to be alone with Mr. Munsen several times, taking walks in the woods with him or chopping wood with him, but the bearded man never let on. He'd share a beer with Jack and talk about guy stuff. He even put a hand on Jack's knee, but nothing more. Jack recognized his familiar grunts while they chopped wood and wondered why he never said anything when they were completely alone.
When Jack got to the meeting place, he found himself alone. He was hoping the bear would be waiting, but perhaps that was too much to hope. Perhaps Mr. Munsen couldn't sneak out without waking his son this late in the morning. Perhaps Mr. Munsen could only change into a bear by the full moon or only at night. Perhaps, just like in those old movies the Werebear, like the Werewolf, didn't remember what he did while he was a bear. Perhaps Jack was just a fun two time fuck and that was OK because Jack would never know that the bear was really Mr. Munsen. The bear could swim much faster than he could walk, so Mr. Munsen could have been in his bed by the time Jack got back to the cabin and Jack would never suspect the man and the bear were the same. He easily could have circled around and crept into the cabin while Jack was dressing, especially since Jack stopped off at the outhouse before he went to bed that night.
He waited for a long while, it was 7 am by his watch and Jack felt the Bear wouldn't show up. Maybe, he did only came out at night. Jack was turning to go, headed down the path when he was startled by deep voice and a heavy fur covered hand on his shoulder. "Well, well, my handsome young cub has returned to his Papa Bear... " The gruff bass voice with a southern drawl said in his ear. Jack nearly jumped out of his skin and he turned around, to stare into a very familiar pair of eyes. He almost blurted out, “Mr. Munsen!” and realized his mistake in time.
Before him stood the grumpy giant from the store. The guy who owned the property! The big man laughed at Jack’s reaction. There he stood, broad shouldered and barrel- chested, scratching at his full silver shot braided beard wearing just his overalls and engineer’s boots – no shirt again, Jack noticed with appreciation. Jack thought that there was no more handsome man on the face of the planet. He was every bit, if not more, the furry mountain he’d seen at the market before. "Gotcha again, son!" he chuckled "You know, I got so damn horny when I scared you at the store, that I stopped an' jerked off in the truck half way home. Alls I had to do was jus’ look at you all mean like!"
The Bearman’s smile broadened around his cigar, showing canines that were just a bit too long. He rolled the cigar in his mouth just the way the Werebear had rolled Jack’s dick around. He held out his big fur covered paw of a hand. "The name’s Jack, Jack Rawlins an' I reckon we met under the full moon, but weren’t properly acquainted." he said, grinning. Jack the Cub, smiled. "My name’s Jack too, Jack Dagget." he said. "Weellll, Hell! If that don’t beat all!" He smiled warmly. "Not too many yer age got that name anymore. Most jus' call themselves John or Johnny."
The Werebear moved toward Jack and bear-hugged the stuffings out of the young man and Jack buried his nose in the forest of fur on the man’s chest and nuzzled in his beard. He breathed deeply the man’s Bear musk and felt that now familiar daze. Jack, the Bear, released Jack, the Cub and regarded him at arms length with a quizzical look on his handsome, bearded face. The Bearman paused as he took a pull on his cigar and let the smoke out through his nose.
"Y’ know Jack, you an’ me, we’re damn near the same kind, I think. When I was your age, a big ol’ Bear woke up the hibernatin’ Cub in me too. At first I was scared shitless, ‘fraid I’d be supper for that horny ol’ Bruin. Then I’s ‘fraid we’d get found fuckin’… ‘fraid my folks would see my new fur, it grow’d on me so fast an' sudden like… I’s shor they’d find out what I was becomin’ an’ lock me away or shoot me. I couldn’t take it, so I ran off one night. That ol’ Bear found me all alone an’ bawlin’. I ran right into his big warm furry arms. He said he figgered I’d be comin’ to him soon enough an’ that was fine by him. Alls I had to do all along was ask an’ he’d have taken me into his life. He shor didn’t say no when I asked, neither. He took good care of me, raised me up right, made the man an' bear out of me I wanted to be… maybe that’s what pulled me t’ward you. I think I sensed that same need in you."
"Well, son, now things are gonna become different for you. I’ve put my seed in you an’ were gonna’ become a lot more alike, if you get my meaning. Maybe you already figgered that out by the fur commencin’ to grow on your body. I can see your arms are already startin’. That fuzzy ‘stach you’re growin’ an' those muscles musta’ sprouted overnight: an’ maybe you’re startin’ to feel the wild stirrins’ in your body, head an’ crotch. Why don’t you come on back over to my place an’ we’ll talk ‘bout your future." The Cub eagerly nodded. The Bear smiled down at his young lover. "Hell, I’m the one responsible for what you’re ‘bout to become. It wouldn’t be right if you didn’t have an elder Bear around. I don't want you to hafta discover all of it on your own. You need someone to learn you things."
"What things?" the young man asked.
Things ‘bout the way your body works an’ what you’re changin’ into. You should learn how to change when you want to. How to fight an’ win an’ stay human lookin’ even though yer mad as hell. Strong emotions can make you loose yer hold on yer shape an' you change in self defense."
The Bear Cub’s heart raced with excitement. "You want me to come and live with you?" he said his voice trembling.
"Hell, yeah, son! What did you think I was leadin’ up to? I want you more ‘n any other man I’ve ever met. So, if y’ll come and live with me, I’d be proud to be your mate. I wanna help you grow into that new body you’re getting. I wanna be there to help you through the pain when you change the first half dozen times."
The young man hugged the Bear. "Yes," he said, "I’ll live with you for as long as you want me."
The big man smiled. "I figger that’ll be the rest of your born days, son!"
Then, the smile faded. "Son, what I've done to you means you have to disappear. The easiest way is make it look like you drown. Leave all yer clothes on a bush. It might be hard to do, but I think it's for the best. Yer changin' into a Werebear an' yer folks aren't gonna be able to handle that; hell, the world couldn't handle that. Sad truth is, once you become a Werebear, you have to leave yer human family behind. I'm sorry, but that's the way it's gotta be."
The Cub looked up into the Bear's eyes. "I've thought about that a lot since I was with you last. I guessed that what was happening to me was that I was changing into what you are. It's OK, Jack, I'm adopted. I lived in foster homes until I was ten, so I never really had a family 'til I was adopted. I guess I was lucky, most of the people I stayed with were nice, some just business like and detached but none were abusive. I wasn't wanted by my real parents and that kind of hurt. When I found out I was put up for adoption, I felt like a toy that no one wanted anymore. I built up defenses that kept people out, I guess. Though my adopted folks are good to me, we've never really been close. I guess I just couldn't trust them enough to get close. I was passed around so much before that I never really felt at home. I don't have the same last name as they do because I wanted to keep my own name, it was the only thing I really had, the only thing that I couldn't leave behind or have stolen.” He paused.
I've always felt a bit like an outsider. I think they'll miss me and mourn a bit and I might miss them a little, but I think we'll both get over it in a few years. They have two natural children and they've just adopted a baby. I think that will soften my death for them. I have felt more real love from you than I ever have in my entire life and if it means I have to have my face plastered on every milk carton from here to New York, I won't mind."
The Bear smiled, "Sorry, son, but you'll have to change yer name too. I know it's the only thing you ever had of yer own, but if someone finds a Jack Dagget in these parts, it'd look real strange. By this time next year, no one will be able to recognize you as the person that disappeared here or even prove yer the same person. Yer fingerprints won't even match an' any teeth you have now will be replaced by new ones. The shape of yer jaw will change. Even yer DNA will be different. The Jack Dagget you are now won't exist in a year's time.” The big bear looked down at Jack.
I'll put yer stuff on a bush by a real deep part of the lake I know about. Some kids many years ago drown out near there an' they never found the body of one of 'em. I've got overalls you can wear when you grow into them, until then, naked is jus' fine with me!" The Bear winked and grinned. Jack, the Cub blushed.
"Did you leave a note or tell anyone where you were goin'?" "Yes,” the young man said, "I left a note saying 'Gone berry picking be back around noon.'"
"Good, that's plenty of time," the giant said. "Strip down an' give me everything, I'll strip, change and swim out with your stuff in my mouth. You can wear my clothes. Hide in that clump of bushes over there behind that big rock, I won't need 'em until we get back to my place." The two removed their clothes and Jack the Cub put the overalls on. They were like wearing a tent, but the Bearman adjusted the buckles and rolled up the pant legs so that they somewhat fit the Cub. Jack the Cub frankly stared at Jack the Bear.
"So, son, am I everything you 'xpected?" The Bear fondled his cock and balls and the Cub took in the whole view of the gorgeous Bear. He was covered head to toe with dark, silver shot fur and was very muscular. His definition was softened greatly by the extra weight he carried, but anyone looking at him unclothed could certainly tell he was an extremely powerful man.
Jack the Cub was mesmerized by the masculine vision before him and wide eyed said simply, "You're beautiful!" Jack Rawlins, for the first time in longer than he could remember, actually blushed and his heart raced briefly with pride. Jack the Bear was not used to admiration. Slightly embarrassed by is reaction to the Cub's sincere expression of feeling, he quickly got back to business.
"Th- they prob'ly won't be lookin' on my land, 'least not right away, anyways. You'll spend the next few months in hidin'. When the sheriff comes by to ask if I've seen you, you'll hide in my den, it's beneath my house an' only I know it's there. I dug it myself an' built the house over it. I'll tell 'em that I told you boys to stay off my land an' to be careful swimmin' around in the lake. I'll tell 'em that I told you about the boys that drowned. I'll tell 'em that you seemed like nice boys an' that it's a damn shame that kids these days don't listen to their elders 'cause this is the sort of thing that happens when they don't. I'll offer to help look an' maybe they'll take me up on the offer. In the end they'll think you drown an' yer body can't be found an' they'll be satisfied.”
You'll take meals in the den an' stay there for most of the day, at night, I'll sleep with you down there. You'll get to go outside, but only when I've made sure it's safe for you to come out an' only at night. The next month or so, you'll have to live down there almos' constantly as they search for yer body. Whenever I'm away, for any reason, you gotta stay put in the den an' not make a sound even if you hear me upstairs. I might have the sheriff in the house an' he'd be pokin' his nose around. You gotta wait for me to open up the den, I'll know when it's safe. Fall will be here soon an' you'll be puttin' on some weight for hibernatin' season. I'll lock everything up an' you an' I will sleep through the winter in the den. I have a Werebear friend that can stay in the cabin while we sleep. We Werebears don't have to hibernate, but we sure like to sleep a lot in the winter if we don't, so he won't disturb us much. Next spring, when you wake up from hibernatin', you'll be a full grown Bear like me, beard, body fur, muscle an' cock. You'll be all grow'd up." Jack the Cub smiled broadly.
"You said something about pain earlier?" the Cub said. "Yep, yer body’s growin’ fast an' the change from man to Bear stretches everthin’ out in a hurry. Yer sore for a couple of days after yer shape change, but us Bears mend fast. After awhile, yer body gets used to it, then it’s pure pleasure when you change. I’m always hard an' ready for a good fuck after I turn furry. You have no idea how much I had to hold back when I was watchin' you on that rock, playin' with yourself." The big Bearman looked down at Jack and winked. The Cub felt a tingle in his balls.
"Well let’s get a goin’, son, time’s a wastin’. When I get back, I'll guide you through the deer paths back up to my house. You can ride my back, I don't plan on changin' until I reach the house an' it's faster on all fours anyway. I’ll fix us up a big ol’ mess of fresh trout an’ ‘taters for supper. I caught ‘em this mornin’ with these here paws. We’ll have that an’ cornbread an’ maybe…"
Jack finished the statement. "…maybe I’ll get et by a big ol’ Bubba Bear for de-ssert?." The big Bearman howled with laughter.
"That's my boy! Wasn’t ‘zactly what I was gonna say, but O.K., that an' blackberry cobbler an’ ice cream it is!
"What about lunch?" the Cub asked.
Papa Bear smiled down at his Cub, "Yep, gotta start puttin’ on some fat if your gonna make it through the winter, right son?" the big man guided his Cub to the spot where he wanted him to hide. "I don’t know, son, I’ll rustle up somethin’ for lunch to fill us up, you saw some of the food I was layin’ in for winter; that’s to put fat on the both of us. After lunch we’ll take a nap afore supper, I got a king-size bed that should hold us both down in that den, We gotta rest up for makin' love all night long." The Bearman smiled lustfully and patted Jack's crotch.
"Now you stay put an' quiet 'til I get back, y' hear?" Jack nodded and the Bearman crouched, kissed him.
"I have a question, before you go," the Cub said.
"Well shoot, son." The Werebear said.
"I thought you were Mr. Munsen when we made love near the rock that night. You and he felt the same and you sort of smell the same. Are you?"
The Bearman grinned broadly. “We'll talk about that when I get back. You've got a good nose an' notice more than most. There's more to Mr. Munsen than he let's on." He gave Jack the Cub a wink. Jack looked puzzled and his mind raced. "I'll give you a clue son, something to think about while I'm gone: I sold your good lookin' Mr. Munsen his property, it used to be mine… an' I'm real particular about my neighbors. It ain't no coincidence that he's so nice an' furry, smokes them fat cigars an' speaks with that nice southern drawl… like I do. Ever notice how his handsome son seems to be getting' furry faster than he oughta? I've known Dan Munsen for a good long time an' he's a lot older than forty five. Ever wonder why he kept warnin' you away from the woods? Ever wonder why the pie tastes sweeter when you steal it off of the window sill?"
Without another word Jack the Bear puffed his last puff on the cigar he was smoking and ground it out in the dirt with a smirk on his face. The Cub started to say something, but the Bearman just changed and headed toward the lake with the young man's clothes in his mouth. Jack Rawlins, the bear, looked back to see if his Cub could be seen; the young man was completely concealed in the bushes, the Werebear grunted in satisfaction and ambled down to the lake.
Jack thought, "This is what I've been searching for;" as the bear disappeared around a pile of rocks. "This is what my life has been leading up to; and what the hell? Mr. Munsen is a Werebear too!"
And so, Jack Dagget's new life as a Werebear had begun. 
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