Mack - Chapter Thirteen

Chapter 13

The next couple of days were a bit strange for the both of them. Mack was silent a lot, retreating into his music, speaking only when Sam was speaking to him. They would eat dinner quietly, barely talking through the meal. He would spend time in the bathroom with the door locked, masturbating to relieve his sexual need when they were in the motel room. Sam would take care of his own needs while his cub was doing that. Mack slept in his underwear and t-shirt; Sam slept buck as usual; but Mack slept as far from Sam as he could comfortably get. Still, he'd wake in the middle of the night and find he'd scooted close up to Sam in his sleep. More often than not Sam's arm was draped over him while deep in sleep. He knew the big bear did it subconsciously. Mack would have a raging boner when that happened. He would then get up and go to the bathroom to jack off, afterward he'd scoot back into bed on his side.

The last morning of the journey, in a motel on the outskirts of LA, Mack woke with his arm around Sam. Sam was awake lying on his back, looking at Mack, breathing softly, listening to the outside world as he studied his cub. His cock was tenting out the sheet and Mack's cock was hard and pressed against Sam's thigh. Mack's briefs were soaked with precum. Mack looked into Sam's blue eyes and Sam wordlessly looked back. Mack was thinking about what he wanted to say.

"Your pheromones have me hooked, don't they?" Mack asked.

"About as much as yours do me, Mack; it's our nature. We truly ARE mates, you know," Sam said. "Giving you the space you need, not touching you, not talking to you much, not holding you... it's been hard. Really hard." Sam paused. "Are you still angry with me?"

Mack had rehearsed what he was going to say to Sam. He was still pissed, but more than that, disturbed that Sam would take advantage of someone he professed to love and had sworn to defend. He phrased the first part of what he wanted to say in a careful, neutral tone.

"Only a little," he said. "I guess I've come to realize just how irresistible your scent is, how horny it makes me, so I realize it must have been the same for you. That hunger to breed must have been strong, and it might have affected your judgment. I've wanted to be with you even though I was angry, couldn't help but see your body in my mind while I jacked off, no matter how hard I tried to think about someone else..."

Then Mack stopped and let some of the anger come out in what he said next. "But your needing to breed still didn't excuse you for not telling me right then and there when you took my... when you changed me. It's real hard for me to get past that." He paused. “Real hard.” His words if not his tone echoed Sam's of a few minutes earlier.

"No, it didn't excuse me and I've tried to tell you a couple of dozen times since before we were rousted out of that motel. I just couldn't find the right words... or the right time. I was hoping there'd be more time for me to explain." Sam said.

"Well, it probably wouldn't have done you any good anyway, I was... am... still mad at you. It probably would have ended with me yelling and storming around." Mack looked up at the ceiling. "Why don't you just tell me you're sorry and we'll close this. I will do my best to dump my anger. I'll learn to deal with the idea what I'm becoming; I guess there's nothing I can do to change it anyway."

Mack paused and looked at Sam. He was still the most beautiful man he'd ever seen and for him to feel that through his resentment and anger meant something. He leaned over and then kissed Sam lightly on the lips. Sam gently kissed back and didn't do what he wanted to, he didn't plunge his tongue into Mack's mouth and kiss him with all the passion he would have liked.

Sam looked into Mack's eyes and began. "I'm sorry Mack. I have treated you like a child; I've kept things from you because I was afraid you couldn't deal with them because of your youth and that was disrespectful. I was selfish; I changed you without your knowledge out of that selfishness, because I wanted you so very badly. I needed my mate. I needed to be with you and have you be one with me. I didn't consider your feelings. I was greedy; I wanted to mate with you so desperately that I allowed that lust to overrule your right of choice."

"Is this the first time you've changed someone unwillingly?" Mack asked and his stare penetrated deep into Sam's soul.

"No." Sam replied and Mack's eyes flashed. Sam quickly followed with, "But there were reasons."

"Oh, and just what reasons?" Mack's anger was building. If he'd changed others then this was habit for him and his apology was meaningless.

"The other times, it was because the human was kindred and would have died had I not done something," Sam said.

"So you fucked them to save them?" Mack asked, still not quite convinced.

"No, not fucked, I shared my blood with them… my blood can heal wounds, will do so even for non-kindred, but that's risky.

"You've changed non-kindred?" Mack's curiosity was peaked.

"Yes, when I was very young but I have learned since it's rarely wise to do so."

"Why?" Mack's flash of anger had subsided somewhat, but his voice still betrayed the hurt there.

"Often, when they are changed, those who are not kindred become those savage, bloodthirsty beasts like in the horror movies that you were worried about becoming. That's likely the root of those legends. In the middle ages, there were some werewolves made who were not kindred to their clans. A couple of rogue werewolves got it in their head they could form their own packs without their elder's permission. It went badly. They chose carelessly, outside of their kindred. The result were feral new werewolves running amok, killing livestock and people. That brought about fear, paranoia and persecutions, I suppose understandably so. Sometimes, non-kindred revert to complete animals, living in the wild. They're still human in a portion of their minds, but they allow their new instincts to completely rule them. They are especially dangerous for they are far more intelligent beasts than is usual. Sometimes they simply go mad with the struggle of human mind over animal instinct. But sometimes, rarely, they become family. And even more rarely a set of those humans become kindred to that new shape-shifter. It's the same for us werebears, though we've gotten less 'press' over the centuries, probably because there have always been so few of us."

"So I was kindred, not in a life or death struggle and you changed me without telling me. Why?" The last word somehow carried all the hurt and anger and frustrated love Mack was feeling.

"I was a little afraid you might run off screaming into the night if you found out what I really was," Sam said.

"And why do you think I would have done that?" Mack asked.

"Because I once revealed myself to a man who was kindred. He was very much like you. That was in the late 1600's, during one of those periodic waves of religious fervor that swept over Europe. He could have been a mate but it scared him because of his religious beliefs. I should have realized that when he was having a real problem with the concept of two men making love, but he seemed to be accepting of that and I thought he might be accepting of what I am; but he wasn't. He called me a demon, Mack. He hunted me and with the help of a number of villagers he almost killed me. He and his angry witch-hunting mob tracked me to a small cottage I had tucked away and burned down the house with me in it. I only managed to survive because I had a secret way out.”

"But you're a werebear, you regenerate fast. Why would a house fire be a problem for you?"

"I had severe burns Mack; though I heal quickly, they were quite painful. The scars didn't go away for months and the hair didn't grow back in places for about a year and a half. Third degree burns are a challenge, even for our kind. There are limits to what even a body like mine can do."

Mack digested this, spent some time chewing on it. "I really don't know what to think about all this. The idea that I am going to be one of these... these werebears... is just too weird. I mean, I like the sex and all; that's great. And being able to heal wounds fast is cool; but the other shit is... just... weird."

"Yes, it is weird and you might not believe it, but we all feel that way at first, Mack, even me. In my village, even with the acceptance that some of its members were other than human, just knowing what you are gives you this surreal feeling. After a decade or two it won't seem so, I promise Of course, some take to it faster than others. Mike took to being a werebear like a duck to water, Larry's just now getting used to the idea, he's finally comfortable with what he's become, though it's taken years. I've been alive probably longer than any one of us alive today, Mack. This is what I am and being human the way others are seems far more alien to me now than being a werebear," Sam said. He placed his big paw of a hand over Mack's, which still rested on Sam's broad furry chest.

Mack threw off the sheet, they were both still very erect.

"They just don't deflate unless we squirt, do they?" Mack asked incredulously.

"Not while we're in the presence of each other. I can see and smell a regular man, look at his fine furry body, his furry face and get raging hard; but if I start thinking about something other than sex I'll get soft. With kindred, I'm almost always hard and with a mate, I need to satisfy my lusts. I suppose a whole lot of cold water would do it too, but that's not nearly as much fun." Sam's lustful grin broke across his bearded face.

"Well, I don't want to make love with you just yet, but I do want to have sex with you. I think if I have sex in your presence I'll feel more satisfied, even if I don't fuck you or you me. I am feeling more like touching you now. How about we rub our cocks together until we both cum, clean up and go have breakfast?" Mack suggested.

Sam smiled, "Haven't quite dumped all that anger have you?"

"Nope!" Mack said pulling off his underwear as he straddled the big bear.

"Well, angry sex is better than none, I suppose." Sam said as Mack began thrusting into his belly fur, rubbing his balls by sliding them over Sam's stiff member. Their precum quickly slicked their cocks and soon both the bear and his cub were grunting in pleasure. It didn't take long. Sam roared, shooting cum all over his and Mack's chest. It dripped down and the heat of it oozing onto Mack's cock combined with its musky bearish scent drove Mack over the edge. He shot all over Sam's face and chest making a complete mess. Sam pulled his cub tight and Mack forced his tongue into Sam's mouth, scooping up his seed from Sam's mustache as he did so. Sam held him tight as they kissed passionately. Their kiss broke and Mack looked into Sam's eyes.

"You're not forgiven yet, but you're getting there," Mack said.

"Let's get all cleaned up an' go ta breakfast." Sam said, "This ol' bar ain't et well since you got all bent outta shape, but my appetite is on the mend I figger." Sam's 'Good ol' Bear' accent was back.

"Why the shift in diction?" Mack asked.

Sam chuckled. "'Cause talkin' like this aroun' regular folk is what's 'spected from a guy what looks like me. I draw enough attention as it is, 'cause of my size an' all. If I was in a business suit all trimmed up an' manicured, I could get away with usin' proper grammar an' no one would think nothin' of it. People need ta put ya in boxes so's they can they stop thinkin' about what you are or might be... makes 'em comfortable. People tend to notice what's outta place.” Sam's tone shifted again. “Verbal camouflage, cub, you'll pick it up soon enough. It's important. Now let's shower."

The trip north to Bakersfield wasn't nearly as cold and tense as the trip had been since the motel incident. Mack's anger had abated for the most part and he was more talkative now when they stopped for food. It was late afternoon by the time they had reached Uncle Russ' place; it was an old Victorian farmhouse that he and Jesse had restored to its former glory. Out back, a good distance from the house, a line of trees mostly hid the modern steel garage for the maintenance and repair of 'The Grrrizz'. The new structure had replaced the old barn.

Sam pulled up to the house and around the back. There the pair dismounted and hung the helmets on the handlebars. Sam pulled Mack into a firm hug and swabbed his tonsils; Mack returned the kiss with the same passion. Mack looked up into his lover's eyes, "OK, you're mostly forgiven."

Sam chuckled, "Only mos'ly?"

Mack raised his right hand to Sam's bearded cheek and caressed it, "Don't push your luck, ol' man," he said sweetly and grinned.

"Why is it all my cubs eventually lose ALL semblance of respect fer me an' start callin' me 'ol' man' insteada just callin' me 'Daddy' or 'Sam'? ... I suppose it coulda been worse... ya coulda called me 'Pops' or somthin'." Sam smiled.

"Hmmm... 'Pops'... I kinda like that!" Mack's grin turned evil.

Sam reached out and swiftly swatted Mack's butt.

"On second thought, 'ol' man' seems to be traditional... I think I'll go with that," Mack smiled and swatted Sam's butt back.

Sam rolled his eyes, "Let's go find yer Uncle Russ and yer Uncle Jesse."

"Hold on a sec, there's something I want to say, something I owe you," Mack said. He looked up at the big bear. “Thank you.”

"Fer what, son?" Sam asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Fer kickin' redneck ass fer me, that's what." Mack said, copying Sam's accent. "I came out of that bathroom, ready to skewer one of those bastards because I heard a scream and thought it was yours, but you already had the situation under control. Thank you for being my protector, while I'm still unable to properly defend myself," Mack said.

"That won't be long, son. Soon you'll be bustin' heads as easily as I do... but you're gonna have to learn how ta do that from me. I need to teach you proper restraint. It's all too easy to let the bear have his way, and I don't want the law huntin' ya down 'cause you eviscerated someone in a fight or beheaded them with a swipe of yer claws," Sam said, "Later for that. Let's see what yer uncle's have been up to."

Sam went around and knocked on the front door of the house; when there was no answer he suggested they check the garage. He and Mack approached the garage, Sam and Mack paused to listen; what they heard was growling and grunting, like animals fucking. Mack blushed. Sam's nose was twitching, taking in the scents.

"Yer uncles are knockin' boots in there," Sam said in a whisper, still having fun with the redneck mode of talk, sort of payback for Mack's earlier comment. "Let's go in an' have a look, shall we?" The glee was apparent in Sam's eyes.

Mack noticed Sam's cock was bulging in his pants and Mack's own rod, despite his embarrassment, was, too.

"We can't go in there! My uncle and his mate are having sex!" Mack whispered back in protest, tugging on Sam's arm.

"Ya really think they're gonna care? We're family Mack! I'm yer uncle's Papa, an yer another man. Yeah, he's yer uncle; but we don't really pay much attention to those details, even if humans do. Hell, I've caught 'em at it before an' joined in. Now get on in there, yer gonna wanna see this, trust me," Sam said softly and smiled.

"No, I'm not!" Mack protested. "It's... it's... like watching your parents fuck or something."

"Cubs!" Sam rolled his eyes, "You all start out with such silly notions about bearsex. Look... they know we're here, they could smell us approach an' they know who we are by scent. They woulda stopped an' scrambled fer clothes if they cared 'bout bein' caught."

Sam pushed him through the partially opened garage doors and there Mack saw them; two fully transformed werebears fucking. The larger, auburn bear was flat on his back on a mattress thrown on the garage floor, his back legs hugging his partner's waist. On top of him was a dark chocolate brown, slightly smaller, almost black grizzly fucking his mate's ass. Butt muscles clinched, hips drove forward, wet thick bear cock disappeared into willing bear ass. The two were growling, biting at each other gently, licking and embracing.

Sam studied his cub as he watched; the young bear was starting to give off the same arousal scents he made when they fucked, his cock was leaking and the wet spot at the front of his pants was spreading. Sam smiled in satisfaction, knowing the two bears fucking in front of them, apparently heedless of their presence, was turning Mack on. More of the cub in Mack was beginning to awaken. More important to Sam, Mack obviously wasn't afraid; Mack wasn't going to run out of the room in disgust, either. Mack would ultimately be sexually and emotionally satisfied by mating with a werebear but that was a few months away yet.

Sam bent down and whispered in Mack's ear, "How does seein' yer uncles fuckin' make ya feel?"

Mack turned to look into Sam's eyes and Sam read what was there; longing, desire, lust but also confusion and uncertainty. Mack was trying to sort through conflicting feelings.

"I feel... I dunno..." Mack whispered and looked back to the couple, then back to Sam.

"Yer mind might be confused by what ya see, but yer pants tell me yer kinda gittin inta it, am I right?" Sam said softly in Mack's ear.

Mack looked down and nodded mutely. There was a series of growling vocalizations from the pair on the mattress.

"Yer uncles have noticed us an' want us ta come on over. An' yer Uncle Russ wants ta know what took us so long," Sam said and chuckled.

"Huh? That was talk? You mean you understood that?" Mack asked his eyes wide.

"Hell son! 'Course I un'erstood, that's our language they're speakin'! You'll be able ta speak it soon; now unzip them pants when ya get over there an' pull yer cock out," Sam said and he started nudging Mack toward the fucking bears.

The twenty or so steps over to them seemed like walking through a fog. Mack's senses seemed to be overloading his brain; the smell was so powerful, so attractive and he could swear he even tasted the musky scent through his opened mouth. The vocalizations sent thrills to his core, the sight of the massive, bulky male bodies covered in soft bear fur, fucking; they made him feel dizzy with lust. He was beside the pair before he realized he'd even taken the first step toward them. The darker bear on top was thrusting roughly into the larger auburn bear beneath. Mack could see the thick, wet cock of the top bear plunging in and out of the bear's ass on the bottom, could see the ripples each impact caused travel up the bigger bear's gut to his muscled chest. The sight of his Uncle Russ' transformed cock drooling out pools of precum onto his belly, the smell of it, sent shocks of erotic pleasure to Mack's groin. Mack stood watching; he reached out a hand and petted the back of the bear on top. The smaller bear growled out something and then Sam was saying something to him, but it wasn't registering. Mack was mesmerized, watching the Hispanic bear's butt muscles bunch with each thrust he made into the bear under him.

"Open yer pants an' pull 'em down, son. Jesse says he wants to suck ya," Sam said. After instructing Mack to drop trou again without any response, Sam reached around his cub, unbuckled the belt, opened his pants and pulled them down, briefs and all. Mack's cock sprang out, drooling a long string of precum.

Chocolate brown Jesse latched onto Mack's cock, sucking it into his muzzle. He began to suckle as he continued to piston his mate, making a motor noise as he did. Mack arched his back in pleasure. He had never been sucked by a full form werebear before. Sam was standing behind, holding his cub, reaching up under his T shirt, gently twisting the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He gently bit on Mack's neck. Shivers of pleasure ran through the young bear's body, he let out a growled moan, his hands running through the fur on Jesse's head, the hair on Sam's arm. Jesse snuffled in Mack's pubes. Mack came quickly, shouting in pleasure as he did so. Sam gripped him, kissing his neck as the young bear twitched in ecstasy. Jesse lapped up all the cum he was fed and sucked until there was nothing left. He removed his muzzle from the young man's cock. Mack almost passed out in Sam's arms. Sam dragged him over to an old leather recliner not more than ten feet from the mattress and sat him down in it, with Mack's pants still around his ankles.

"Sit back an' watch. When you've recovered, come on over an' join in if ya like," Sam said and kissed his cub on the forehead.

Sam moved to in front of Russ, dropped his pants, knelt on the mattress with Russ' muzzle between his legs and fed his huge organ to the bear. Russ began sucking on Sam's cock greedily. Sam pulled Jesse into kiss, opening his mouth wide to allow the bear to force his tongue into Sam's mouth and throat. Sam was pulling his leather vest off. He ripped his black sleeveless shirt down the front from the neck to waist. His muscular body was becoming covered in brown fur. He broke the kiss, reached back and pulled off his boots and got the pants around his ankles and off. Mack watched Sam change into a full grizzly, pulling Jesse into a bear hug. The growls were deep and full of animal lust. Russ on the bottom roared around Sam's ursine cock, shooting spurt after spurt of hot bear seed all over Jesse who was still muzzle-locked with Sam. The spasms of Russ' ass rings set him off and the vibration from Russ' roar set Sam off. The pair loading Russ at either end exploded into the bear simultaneously, roaring into each other's opened mouths. Mack, unconsciously jacking himself while watching the trio, whimpered and shot a second heavy load all over his chest and up into his new beard.

Slowly the three parted and collapsed on the mattress, Mack removed his clothing, tossing it into the chair and went to nestle down among the three bears, another first for him; slowly they changed back to their human forms. Mack lay between Russ and Sam. All of them needed a short nap after their exertion.

"Welcome, nephew!" Russ said. The fur had not completely receded from his body. He pulled Mack into a French kiss. Mack felt a twinge of strangeness at first. He was kissing his uncle in a very sexually intimate way, and that still felt odd; but he decided gave in to his lust and accepted the kiss.

Jesse, his arm draped over Sam's chest, petting the fur said, "Hairy, fat, white guys...," and sighed.

Sam said, "Yep!" and pulled the black bearded Hispanic bear into a deep kiss, hugging him to his body tightly. Soon, all four were dozing off.