Meyers and Sons Paint and Auto Body
By Papa Werebear and Ursus Major
Cody awoke. It was early Saturday morning, well before dawn. He suspected it was sometime around two am but he couldn’t be sure. He turned his head slightly and could see that the moon was still out and shone through the window. He was still bound to Ron and wrapped in the oversized coveralls. They were both wet with sweat and the musk was heady. This was all part of the initiation, part of bonding with Daddy as his bear brothers had. The bear slept soundly with his hard cock still up inside Cody’s ass.
Ron had explained on the drive home, when Cody had asked how he stayed hard for hours, that werebears, like their ursine brothers, grew a baculum in their cock when they changed form and that older bears could maintain a partial transformation which allowed them to retain a mostly human form but with certain bear features if they desired. It was a matter of practice and control. The upshot of it being that Ron could now maintain an indefinite erection, or a clawed hand, or fangs, or even a stubby, furry tail on his human rear if he so desired, even while he slept. It had taken decades to achieve this level of control, and he was rightly proud of it. Not every were could do this.
Cody decided it was time to wake the bear up, knowing full well what he was going to get once he’d awakened the beast. He began squeezing as hard as he could with his ass muscles, massaging Ron’s cock. At first, there were sleepy dream grunts and an occasional thrust which was causing Cody to leak precum like a broken faucet, but then Ron was awake and growled in the young man’s ear.
“I bet you want The Bear ta fuck ya. You want yer Daddy to let his furry side out… let The Bear out to play… don’t cha… CUB!” Ron’s voice had dropped a little deeper toward the end of that and the word ‘cub’ had a growl to it.
“Oh yes sir, Daddy!” Cody said
“Oh no, Cub… I’m Mr. Bear now and Mr. Bear wants to play!” Ron’s voice rumbled deeper than before, “And Mr. Bear’s gonna take you outta these coveralls an’ release you from yer bonds so he can stretch out an’ grow a little before he fucks ya.”
In short order Ron had peeled himself and Cody out of the coveralls and removed the leather bands which had grown uncomfortably tight as Ron had partially shifted form and was now bulging with a little more muscle. The couple ended up with Cody beneath Ron, face down on the bed with Ron, rocking back and forth, gently plowing his growing dick into Cody’s ass. Ron caressed the young man with his body, a body now substantially furrier than it had been five minutes ago.
Ron reached around Cody’s chest and hugged him tight against his body. “Are you ready for this, Cub? Are ready for Mr. Bear to come out and play?” In spite of the gentle motion of Ron's hips, moving the bigger bear's meat in Cody's ass, his voice grew rougher, huskier and more animalistic.
Cody moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The cock inside of him was growing ever thicker and longer with the passing minutes and Ron’s huge, now fur-covered balls, were bumping up against his own sending a thrill of pleasure through him.
“Fuck me Mr. Bear! Fuck me NOW!” Cody grunted back.
Ron pushed his cock into Cody as deep as he could and lay still. As he sped up his transformation, small whimpers of pain escaped from the young man, Ron’s cock grew to its werebear proportions, stretching Cody’s anus wider than it had yet been. Ron’s body soon followed, his face pushed out into a bear’s muzzle, limbs stretching longer, spine elongating, a naked stubby tail developing at the end of it, more beefy muscle growing over his frame while thick white fur grew all over his body. Within a few minutes, Ron looked like an albino grizzly, shoulder hump, big clawed paws and all, but with chocolate brown eyes.
He growled softly in Cody’s ear and began sniffing him, softly licking his neck and back. He resisted the urge to bite into his cub’s shoulder as this would cause harm that wouldn’t heal as quickly as it would a few months from now when Cody changed for the first time.
Cody felt full, full of the love of his Daddy and full of his cock, too. He’d surrendered himself completely to Mr. Bear and now Mr. Bear would have his pleasure.
Slowly, the pumping began, Mr. Bear grinding his furry crotch into Cody, piston fucking him in and out. It was a struggle to rein in his passion, but Ron did so to avoid harming his cub. He breathed deeply to help maintain control as he thrust slowly. Big furry balls the size of lemons slapped against Cody’s own and the young man grunted partially from pain and partially from pleasure at being fucked. The thick bear fur that surrounded him was musky and stronger in scent than Ron had been, even after a whole day in the huge coveralls; but the scent was different. This musk was pure bear and made him dizzy with lust. It enveloped him completely and urged him to mate with Mr. Bear. The fur made him extremely warm, not even considering the heat his Daddy was radiating; and this caused Cody to sweat profusely, adding his own scents to the laden air.
Mr. Bear wanted this to last. He slowly moved in and out of his cub and each time he unloaded his balls into Cody, the young man could feel the hot, thick, sticky cum flooding into him, its heat radiating throughout his gut, six to eight shots per load, filling him with bear essence. Mr. Bear would squeeze Cody to his body during his powerful shuddering, spasmodic orgasms, pushing the air out of him until he felt his ribs might crack or he would pass out due to lack of air, but he never did. Mr. Bear was still in control of himself and did not hurt his cub. After each growling, roaring ejaculation Mr. Bear would slow his pace back down again, taking his time, leisurely fucking his long fat pole into the young man, eventually building to another orgasm… and then whole thing would be repeated. The fucking all in all took three hours, Mr. Bear shooting a total of nine times, filling his new cub with his ursine power; covering his new cub with his big, strong, muscled bear body.
When Mr. Bear finally pulled out, he had changed back from Mr. Bear to Daddy Ron. It was almost dawn and he needed to get Cody down to the shop for the next part of the initiation soon. He reached over to the nightstand and retrieved a butt plug, larger than the one Cody’s brothers had put in him. Using the bear seed that had begun to leak from Cody’s ass, Ron lubed the tip of the plug and slowly pushed it in eliciting grunts of pleasure from his cub. The young man’s ass-ring had closed around the wide part of it and then it was suddenly inside of him.
“There!” Ron said while giving Cody several pats on the ass, “That’ll keep my sperm from leakin’ outta ya. By the time you’re ready for that plug to come out today my bear DNA will have been integrated into you completely… and that’s when the fun begins!”
“What’s going to happen” Cody asked, rolling over on his back. Cody thought he was doing a good job of concealing his slight worry. He didn't know all the details of the initiation, and Ron and the boys had refused to give him many answers; and some of them were deliberately misleading or deceptive to keep him guessing. He trusted these men, and was eager, but not knowing exactly what was in store still bothered him a bit.
Ron gazed down lustfully at his cub and chuckled evilly, “Oh, now we don’t want to spoil the initiate’s surprise, do we? Come on, it’s time to hop in the shower so I can massage that sore body of yours while you’re under the hot water. Besides, we'll all want you fresh so you can get all smelly again!”
Ron handed Cody the soap and had him lather him up, head to toe, before he then began doing the same to Cody, deep massaging his young body. Cody moaned and grunted as his muscles were worked over, loving the feel of the hot water and his Daddy’s big calloused hands all over his body. He became erect and Big Ron gave his cock special attention as he pulled him into a hug and massaged his front. The cub taken the treatment he’d been given the last couple of days well, like all of Ron’s sons had; from the stretching and preparations the other men had administered to the day-and night-long cocooning and fucking yesterday and he was sure Cody would be just as eager to tackle what this day, the last day of final initiation, would bring. He thought again that he was very proud that this man was becoming his cub.
Before drying Cody off, Ron examined his cub carefully. 'Good,' he thought to himself, 'no bruises, and he seems to be growing more fur on his back. Good sign!' Ron smiled and gave his cub a rough smooch while he toweled the wet young man down. “OK, now dry me off, cub.” Cody was happy to oblige and did so in short order.
“Now, it’s time to shave th’ stubble off yer cheeks an’ neck, seems like it’s growing a lot faster these days.” Ron chuckled as he ran a finger over the stiff hairs, “Remember, ya only get ta have a circle beard for the next year, then you can be as furry as the rest of us if ya like. Jeff kept his like this until just recently; I think he wanted to think of himself as the youngest a bit longer. So… until the year is up… I expect yer cheeks and neck to be clean shaved.” Ron said as he grabbed a can of shaving cream.
He began lathering his son’s face, bending occasionally to kiss him, and then he started gently drawing the butterfly razor over his cheeks and neck, grunting in approval of his work occasionally as he did so. He finished up shaving Cody and wiped the foam from his cheeks with a damp cloth.
“Muh Daddy taught me how ta shave with a straight razor, my Bear Daddy that is. I was a scruffy young orphaned teen… just sixteen in fact. But back in those days, I was already a man… never bothered to learn to shave, didn’t have anyone to teach me. I always thought I’d just grow my beard. All that changed when muh Daddy took me in an’ made me his. He insisted I shave down to a moustache. Daddy had a beard, boys had moustaches; not even beards like my sons have… haven’t used my cutthroat in years, a course. He shaved me just like I did with you jus’ now. I know you’re a grown man an’ know how ta shave, but it’s an intimacy I like ta share with my cubs, a bonding ritual. The gen’le touch of a man’s hand on yer face while he’s shavin’ ya can be… erotic…” Big Ron paused to look down at Cody’s cock which was at full attention and drooling. Ron gripped and pulled on his cub’s cock, squeezing out a huge glob of clear cock honey he gathered on the fingers of his other hand. He raised it to his mouth and licked. “Mmmmm… nice an’ sweet!” he said huskily.
He then put his fingers to Cody’s mouth and had him clean the rest of his precum off.
Ron grinned, “I see you find being shaved arousin’, too,” he said.
Cody looked down and Ron’s huge cock was also erect. He smiled and knelt before his Daddy. He took the bulbous mushroom head into his mouth and began sucking it like a straw, tasting the sweet fluid.
Ron pushed his cock down his cub’s throat, face fucking him for a few strokes. “Fuuuuuck…,” he growled, then looked into his cub’s adoring eyes and threw his head back, pumping out a thick glob of precum as he did so, grunting in pleasure. He looked back down to see Cody still staring up at his Daddy, adoring him as he suckled him and played with his balls, “We need to stop or we’re never gonna get to breakfast!” Ron said and cleared his throat.
Cody pulled off and sighed, “I suppose.”
“Come on now, yer a growin’ boy, we need to get you something to eat. You'll need your strength today and in the coming months. Lots of calories and lots of activities to burn them.”
Ron walked into the bedroom pulled a black jock strap out of the dresser and stepped into it. He grabbed a clean set of coveralls with his name on them out of the closet and dressed. Cody came in from the bathroom, having just brushed his teeth and hair, just in time for Ron to pull out another set of coveralls out, this set had Cody’s name on the left breast.
Until now he’d been made to wear odd colored sets with not so random names on them. This was also part of the initiation. Initiates didn’t get their own name tag or with colors that matched the other guy’s coveralls until they were members. He’d been, at various times over the last year, Johnson, Peter, John Thomas, Rod, Dicky, Willy, Woody, Percy, and the ones that particularly got snickers from some of the customers – Dong and Hung. On top of the wrong name, the coveralls were purposely all ill-fitting; some a little tight and some too lose all a little threadbare due to the fact that all of them were used by the other men when they’d been initiates.
Cody had actually made a joke of it, adopting a different persona for each name and THAT had earned him respect from his future brothers. They actually looked forward to which off colored set he’d wear just for the accent which Cody maintained through most of the day. Cody beamed when he saw his personalized set.
“You put up with a lot a bull shit from all of us an’ taken it well. You earned these and you can get more for yourself now.” Ron said as he handed them to his cub. Cody began to climb into the brand new set and Ron said, “No, wait, I have something else for ya before ya put those on.” He opened the top drawer of his dresser again and pulled out a bright red jock strap that looked almost new, “Put those to yer nose.”
Cody grinned and buried his face in the pouch of the jock and breathed in deeply. It smelled like his Daddy’s crotch. It just smelled so good! Daddy’s musk made him feel good, sent tingles down his spine and right to his crotch.
“I’ve been wearin’ those for ‘bout a week now ta get them properly infused with muh scent for you. They’re gonna be a little loose on ya for now, as will the coveralls, but you’ll grow inta them.” Ron chuckled. “Now get dressed, we’re headed on over ta Daisy’s Diner ta meet with the rest of my handsome, sexy boys before headin’ over to the shop; part of the tradition of today.”
“But the shop doesn’t open on Saturday until ten,” Cody said.
Daddy Ron smiled evilly, “It’s openin’ a little earlier ta-day, but not for the customers.”
Cody dressed, feeling the stiffness of the new coveralls and smiling to himself. It was more than just the new clothes, it was a sense of belonging. The two piled into Ron’s pickup and sat while Ron packed one of his favorite pipes from what looked like a brand new leather pouch and lit it up. After a few draws he tamped it down and relit it. For the first time ever, he offered it to Cody, who after a stunned moment of feeling incredibly privileged, clamped it in his jaw and drew deeply on it.
Ron smiled. “Ya like that, son?”
Cody nodded and exhaled, “It’s a REALLY good blend. What is it?”
“It’s a hazelnut-cherry-black Cavendish blend, but I was referrin’ to the pipe. It's called a bent apple.” he said. “Ya like it?”
“Oh… it feels good in my jaw and in my hand, it’s a perfect fit,” Cody said, then drew on it once more before handing it back to Ron.
Ron took the pipe and drew on it and handed it back exhaling and then saying. “Then I figger it’s yers now, a Daddy ta Son gift.”
“But... it’s one of your favorites, I’ve seen you smoking this since I started working for you,” Cody said.
“All my boys get one of muh pipes on this day. Each of muh sons has one to start his own collection and when you find one that says it should go to yer Daddy, to replace this one, ya can buy it and give it ta me.” Ron reached over and squeezed his cub’s shoulder and then reached down and squeezed Cody’s crotch gently, patting it after.
Cody inhaled deeply on the pipe, pulling the stem from his mouth, and Ron roughly pressed his lips to his son’s bearded lips, firmly pulling his head to his own with his big furry paw on his cub’s neck, opening his mouth and sucking the smoke from his son’s lungs and then passing it back to Cody until they both exhaled the smoke.
Ron took hold of Cody’s right hand, smiling broadly, and put the leather tobacco pouch and tamper in it. “Pipe does ya no good without somethin’ ta go init.”
Cody kissed his Daddy again and stuffed the pouch in his left pocket. Ron rolled down his window as did Cody, releasing a cloud of pipe smoke and then the pair headed down the road toward Daisy’s.
At the diner they met up with the rest of the guys. There were pats on the back, welcoming hugs and congratulations about the new coveralls. Cody was a bit surprised to see Liam, but being one of Ron’s sons, he was a part of the initiation, even though he’d had to work during the prior day when Ron had claimed Cody for his own.
The guys had already ordered not five minutes before. Everyone was getting the same thing: short stack of pancakes, three eggs sunny side up, steak, hash browns, toast, orange juice and coffee.
Afterward, Ron paid the check and everyone left a tip equaling the amount spent on the food. Daisey's had always been good to the boys; and the boys were loyal customers. They all got in their vehicles and headed for the shop.
On arrival at six-thirty they all got right to the matter at hand. Cigars and pipes were lit, a large tarp was laid out, a sling had been assembled the night before and a fuck bench was wheeled in. Lube, leather, poppers and various toys were brought out. Cody was stripped, his new coveralls respectfully laid aside and then he was naked except for his new jock strap and the large butt plug in his ass. Each of the men removed their coveralls and began shifting into their werebear forms, Ron taking the lead of course, white fur sprouting all over his body as his cock grew. There was a hierarchy to this. Ron started and when he’d finished, then the eldest son Bubba, then Dick, then Bob, then Nick, then Bill, then Liam and finally Jeff, who had been the youngest until Cody. Jeff now had a full beard like his brothers, still short, but one he would probably grow out much fuller now that Cody would be limited to a circle beard.
Today was about Cody’s brothers getting to bond with him for the first time sexually and in their werebear form. Daddy, of course, would close the ceremony by adding his seed to the mix and replacing the plug.
The temperature in the shop was cool still with the chill of night air, but it began to warm quickly. The custom of this ceremony was that each would proceed in order of their having become Daddy Ron's sons. Bubba and Dick helped Cody into the sling and fastened the cuffs to his ankles and wrists. Dick stepped back and Bubba took up his position in between Cody's raised legs. He grinned and squirted a glob of lube into his paw from the bottle that Dick handed him. He roughly slicked Cody's ass with the fluid and then his own substantial cock with the remainder. Always a bit slower to erect than his brothers, Bubba stroked himself slowly, growling while he did so. In full bear form his cock was much larger than his human shape, of course. Once he was rigid, he pressed his flat, blunt tip to Cody's asshole. He paused to repack his pipe and light it. It was the pipe Ron had given him, years ago.
“Ready?” he asked. Before Cody could nod or reply, he shoved all of his length into Cody in one surge. He grabbed the chains of the sling and started rocking it back and forth onto his cock, barely moving his hips, letting the sling do the work.
All the brothers would stay silent during this part of the ceremony, letting Daddy Ron speak to Cody of the brotherhood he would now be joining, about its meaning: its loyalty, its bond, its history, and its permanence. Each bear in turn took his place at Cody's ass, and pumped him full of their seed as Daddy Ron described how each had been found and offered membership. Sweat formed on Cody's brow, and began dripping from his body. The grunts and growls of the bears filled the room as each emptied their balls into the young man's willing ass. Each marked him with their musky bear scent, rubbing their fur all over his body.
Jeff was last. This was his first time, and he was eager, but Daddy Ron stopped him. “Son, a'fore you add your seed to your brothers', I wantcha to remember how you felt in his place. 'Member? How it felt? How your brothers looked on you? How their seed in you bonded them to you as brothers?”
Jeff closed his eyes and nodded, memories flooding back, the scratch of his brother bears' fur against his thighs and butt, the warmth of their seed deep in his gut, the pleasant ache in his asshole as it was stretched wider by his bigger brothers. He opened his eyes, pulled on his cigar and smiled around it at Cody, and then hilted himself like his brother bears had done, and rocked himself and his new brother to a roaring climax.
Once Jeff had shot his considerable load into Cody, he pulled slowly out, his cock still rigid. He stepped aside and Daddy Ron took his place. The great grizzly covered in snowy white fur moved in.
Ron looked down on his newest cub and began to speak as he slowly fed Cody's ass his meat. He stopped, stuffed deep up inside of Cody and spoke. “Today, Cody, my newest son is bonded to all of us. He is on his way to becoming a were, a Bear Brother! He will spend the next year, bonding with each of you, my sons, learning from you what it means to be a bear. A year from now he may grow out his beard. Until then, he must shave. A year from now, he will be allowed to fuck each of you as you fuck him. Until then, he must be a bottom. A year from now, he may wear the club colors and ride with us. Until then, he may ride with my eldest, Bubba as you all have, but may not ride with all of us. It is Bubba’s duty to teach his youngest brother about riding with us. A year from now, he will be allowed to take food and drink on a first come first serve basis at our gatherings. Until then, he must wait and be last in line. This is what it means to be the youngest brother. To give respect to your elders. Respect will be given him as well, as is our tradition. Now begins your last year alone, your last year without a permanent family. In a year, you will be a permanent part of our family, forever.”
With that, Ron began to fuck Cody. While he fucked, the other bears stepped up, some offered their cocks to his mouth and they were suckled. Others began jacking themselves and rubbing their cocks on Cody’s belly or chest, edging themselves, waiting to feed their youngest brother. Jeff bent down and began suckling little brother. Bringing him to near orgasm before backing off. Ron pushed Jeff’s head down on Cody’s cock and Cody moaned and pleaded for him to stop or he might shoot. Jeff came off his cock and was ushered over to his mouth by Liam who shared a smoky kiss with him as he shoved his ridged pole into Cody’s throat.
Ron finally was ready, he began huffing on his huge cigar, blowing out clouds of smoke as the fucked faster and more powerfully. Cody’s prostate was taking a beating, but he did his best to hold back.
Ron roared around his cigar and pumped his new son full of his seed, forcing it into him with pounding thrusts. Cody struggled to hold his orgasm. Daddy pulled out and the butt plug was put into his hand. He quickly pushed it in and immediately began sucking Cody’s cock.
This put the cub over the edge, utterly unable to control his orgasm any longer. He began unloading into his Daddy’s throat and Ron drank his seed down hungrily. Cody roared around Jeff’s cock and that set Jeff off, shooting thick, hot, sticky bear sperm down his brother’s throat, gripping Liam and Bill’s shoulders as he did so.
After Daddy Ron leaned over and kissed Cody, Liam and Dick unfastened the cuffs and helped Cody out of the sling and to his feet. The shop was heady with the smells of bears and sex and sweat. Cody inhaled deeply, and grinned. “I've been fucked by bears... and I liked it!” The joking reference released the formality of the ceremony just concluded, and they all laughed.
“Alright boys, we open in an hour. Time to clean up an’ hit the showers. Let’s take the sling down an’ put the fuck bench away for later… after closing hours.” Once done, they trooped off to the large gang shower at the back of the shop, changing back to human form as they went.
Daddy Ron turned on the water valve and adjusted the temperature control. Soon, hot water was shooting from the ten strategically-placed shower heads. Nearly all the bears sighed as the hot spray hit their backs, butts, shoulders, and chests. Each one helped his brothers soap up, paying the usual extra attention to cocks and ass cracks. Nearly all were hard again, and nearly all mated with at least one their brothers. Cody could not fuck any of his brothers yet, but he was permitted to suck them. Nick was soaping Cody's belly and chest and whispered in his ear, “Hey, how about a little payback.”
Cody knelt and took Nick's chubby into his mouth and immediately felt it thicken and lengthen.
“Damn, you're good!” Nick breathed and he held Cody's head while filling his mouth with another load of bear seed.
“Damn, you're good!” Nick breathed and he held Cody's head while filling his mouth with another load of bear seed.
After additional needs had been satisfied, the bears rinsed off a final time and grabbed towels from the shelf outside the shower. Daddy Ron glanced as the clock on the wall as he dried his ass. “Git a move on, boys. We open in fifteen.” He walked out to the shop floor to retrieve his coveralls, his heavy cock swinging. “Move it, boys!” he said over his shoulder as he walked to the front of the shop.
In short order they were all dressed, Cody proudly wearing his new coveralls. All went about their business as the first customer, Mr. Wallace, showed up to pick up his restored ’63 Wildcat, now in royal blue with orange and yellow flames. None noticed the cameras watching over them, recording the events of the morning, sending back the scenes that had played out this morning and would play out after the shop closed.