Meyers and Sons Paint and Auto Body
By Papa Werebear and Ursus Major
In a mechanic's shop, six large men are gathered in the predawn morning for an initiation rite. Each wears a full beard and beneath the coveralls, each of them is covered in dense man-fur all over their bodies, with tattoos covering their arms and torsos. The patches on the coveralls read Bill, Nick, Bob, Jeff, Dick and Bubba.
Bubba ran meaty, stubby fingers with grease-stained nails through his thick, golden blond chest-length beard and looked at his watch. It was 5 am and ‘The Boss’ aka ‘Big Ron Meyers’, aka ‘Daddy’, was taking his time getting ready for this. He couldn’t blame him though, it wasn’t every day a new guy became a brother; in fact the last time that had happened was over fifteen years ago with Jeff. The kid was a good fit. Even tempered, bright, loyal, and dedicated. He took the hazing everyone gave him and had accepted each of the initiation challenges without complaint. He came to the job with his own Harley and a brand new skull tattoo, his first tatt, on his left bicep. Once he gained membership he could ride with Bubba, his brothers, and of course, Daddy.
Nick and Dick puffed on half consumed cigars, the thick smoke curling around the pair’s red beards. Nick’s copper curls are blazing beneath the florescent lighting. Dick’s beard is a darker, deeper red and at the moment obscured by a large cloud of blue smoke. Jeff is smoking his bent pipe, the bowl shaped like a bear’s head. He puffs out a ring and grins. His straight ash brown beard is shorter on the cheeks and jowls and is chest length down from his chin. He’d grown out his circle beard first, shaving the sides and now was letting his beard grow back.
Bill, Bob, and Bubba sipped on coffee. Bill and Bob each have shorter dark beards; Bob’s neatly trimmed, Bill’s a bit longer and curly. Bill’s black has turned salt and pepper and Bob’s is solid coal black. Both took after the way Daddy used to look in their coloring; jet black. All now stood quietly, some shifting from foot to foot, waiting for the rite to begin.
The seventh man was the new guy, Cody. Cody stands naked except for his work boots and a very large, oversized set of coveralls bunched around his ankles. He is slender of build, not that tall and has the beginnings of a sparse auburn circle beard on his face. Other than that, he has virtually no hair on his body. What there was, was between his pecs and a trail that went down to his crotch curls and that was of a darker brown color.
As part of the initiation, his head had been shaved and he’d been told he was not allowed any other beard style except the circle beard until a year after he’d become a full member. The other men had shaved him, cleaned him out, lubed him and placed a butt plug up his ass the night before in preparation for this morning. Cody had spent the night with them all, sleeping with them in a huge pile of naked, furry flesh.
Cody stood, leaning over the trunk of a car, stripped of its paint, dings hammered out and almost finished in the body work phase of restoration. His hands are planted on the trunk’s lid supporting his weight a shoulder’s width apart… waiting.
He thinks about the process that had brought him to this point. In the chill of the morning he shivered, partly from the cold, partly from excitement. The first phase of his initiation had been serving all the men in any way they required. That had lasted a year. Service could vary but it usually was always shit jobs none of the men really wanted to do. It could even involve being a body servant or bed mate to the brothers. The men would take him home with them for a few days or a couple of weeks and he would do whatever they asked of him. Any dirty chore, any menial task, anything they wanted with the exception of sex. Copulation and oral sex was completely off limits, and that was a test for both Cody and the other brothers. Other than that, deep kissing, mutual masturbation or sleeping together, were acceptable. Cody was, after all, supposed to be getting to know his future brothers and by the end of that year, he really had learned to appreciate each of them and their differences.
The second phase of his initiation, which also took a year to complete, had involved the tattoos, all paid for by the club. The first was the large bear paw on his left shoulder above the pre-existing skull, and it marked him as more than just interested in joining the club. It had been inked the very night, after work, that he had finished the first service phase. He’d showed no reluctance when the boss had said he and his boys were taking him down to Metamorphosis Studio to get the tattoo. In fact, his response had been, “FUCK YEAH! Let’s do this!” Liam, the owner of Matamorph, as the regulars called it, was also a club brother and squeezed Cody in after hours. The second tatt was a personal totem which Cody was told to ponder carefully right after getting his first. Cody chose for his totem the harpy eagle, the one of largest and most powerful eagle species. This was put on his right forearm; his choice of location and it marked him as a serious prospect. Finally, the club patch of a snarling bear's head, placed in the middle of his back marked him as committed to the rites of initiation and membership. His last tatt had just finished healing last week.
This final tattoo was performed after closing at Metamorph, too. Cody was lead shirtless into the backrooms of the shop with a leather hood over his head. He was seated, hood still on. His arms and legs were then held down to the chair and strapped. Cody began to panic, and Ron began speaking.
“You are among the brotherhood, you have nothing to fear and no harm will come to you. You are strapped as a precaution and will be released very soon. This is the last part of the second phase of your initiation. This is your last chance to back out. Understand that backing out now brings you no shame in our eyes, the brotherhood is not for everyone. There have been those who have gotten the first and second tattoos and, before the hood was removed, refused to go further. Others have refused to go further after the hood was removed. Understand that this night, the club patch tattoo, the one you’ve seen on all the brother’s backs, is the beginning of profound changes in your life. What you see next will ultimately help you decide if you want to continue on the path to brotherhood. The men in this room have all spoken highly of you in meetings, all would be proud to call you brother and all have been through this exact initiation and have continued, obviously. You will eventually be as they are when you become a full brother. Now, it is your turn. I will ask you now and again after all has been revealed. Cody, do you want to join us, the Brotherhood of Bears?”
“Yes,” Cody answered simply.
There was a pause of two or three minutes where the room was quiet, except for what sounded like the men cracking their necks, backs and knuckles and then, he felt a tug on the hood and the light of the room blinded him briefly. What Cody saw was almost unbelievable. He had heard that what he is seeing is real, stories from childhood he still halfway believed; but now all doubt about those stories was removed.
Around him stood eight large, hairy, humanoid bears. Two were red furred; one coppery one deep red. One was golden blond, one an ash brown, one coal black, one black with silver peppered through his fur and one a deep dark chocolate brown. Directly in front of him, the largest of the eight, was a snow white grizzly who looked into his eyes deeply, searching for a reaction. Cody’s surprise must have registered, but what caused the white bear to smile was that there was no fear on his face.
The white bear spoke, “I ask again; Cody, do you want to join us, the Brotherhood of Bears?”
Looking around, Cody was in fact strongly turned on by the furry bodies and the heady smell of bear musk. His cock grew stiff in his jeans.
“If joining means becoming one of you big furry fuckers, then HELL, yes, I wanna join!” Cody said.
There was a general chuckle that ran through the group with pats on Cody’s shoulder. Jeff, the newest of the members said, “Fuck yeah, now I get a lil’ bro!”
The werebears all reverted back to their human forms. The chocolate brown bear, now familiar to Cody as Liam, brought out an ice chest filled with beer as Ron took the straps off Cody. Soon, after he’d had a beer, Cody back had been shaved and prepped for the new tattoo.
Now, this morning, came the third phase of his initiation, the final phase. This is why they had all gethered here this morning. This would be, as he’d been told by his future brothers during his face and head shave and anal preparation, his first penetration and breeding. It was a rite reserved exclusively for Daddy and Daddy alone.
Out of the hall that lead to the office behind the shop the eighth man strides in. He is tall, having to duck a little under the door frame as he passed through it. He is broad and muscular but has a rounded ball belly, and is completely naked except for his work boots. He is covered in thick white fur. He has tattoos all over his body and the requisite three: the paw on the left shoulder, a large grizzly bear as his totem on his left pec and of course, the club patch on his back. All of his ink is somewhat obscured by the sheer density of his white fur. His beard is thick, full, and grows up to just beneath his eyeballs and is as snowy white as the hair on his head, which is long and gathered in a single thick braid long enough it hung to just above his tailbone. Years ago, it had all been coal black, but now the only color in his hair is a slight yellowing of his moustache, a ‘tar patch’ due to the smoke from the cigars he loved. He is truly a big, burly, furry beast of a man This man is, in the minds of all the men present, the essence of the word ‘Daddy,’ in all its meanings.
Between his legs, bouncing as he walked, was thick, long, vein covered penis with a large purple mushroom head. The thick tube bounces on a heavy ball sack, filled with two very large orbs and covered with curly, silky silver hair, a match to what was on the rest of his body. His cock is truly intimidating, and required proper stretching of the recipient’s hole before penetration or damage could be done. The men, seeing him, clap and cheer. The boss steps behind Cody and puts his legs into the legs of the over-sized coveralls.
Cody's ass had been lubed and stretched open by the others the night before, using their fingers and copious amounts of Rifle Grease. To keep him open for the boss, the large butt plug had been inserted.
The boss pauses and motions for Bubba to hand him a huge gage cigar. He trims it, sticks it in his mouth and motions for a lighter. After toasting it, firing it up and puffing it into life he runs his huge, grease stained, hairy hands over the relatively smooth young man standing before him. Cody shivers at his touch and moans in pleasure.
"You ready for this, son?" Big Ron asks.
"Yes, Sir, Daddy." Cody replies.
"That's what I fuckin' wanted to hear," the boss says and smacks the young man on his right cheek.
The boss, draws on his cigar and slowly pulls the plug out of Cody's ass, pauses, then pushes it back in. This is repeated a dozen or so times and has the young man moaning in pleasure.
The men standing around voice their approval, encouraging their boss, rubbing their hard members through the fabric of their own coveralls. Some are lewdly suggesting things that could be done to Cody with their own large cocks.
Big Ron says, “Get over here, Dick.”
Dick moves to Ron’s side and the silver bear removes the cigar from his mouth and begins sharing the smoke with Dick with a kiss. He replaces the cigar and pushes Dick’s head to his thick, erect nipple. Dick begins to suckle and Daddy moans in pleasure, drawing deeply on his cigar while tweaking the right nipple.
"You want Daddy's big fuckin' dick?" the boss asks Cody. “You want my meat inside you? You want me in your ass?” The others cheer him on, adding hoots and shouts of approval. The boss smacks Cody's butt again, hard, the slap stinging and leaving a prominent red mark on the young man's butt. “Well? Answer me, son!”
"Oh, FUCK yes, Sir! Please give me your cock," Cody shouts and the men voice their approval.
“Fuck him, Daddy!” Jeff says pulling the pipe from his mouth.
“Make us a new brother!” Bob growls out around his own stogie.
Big Ron sets the plug on the trunk of the car, draws deeply on his cigar again and, takes aim at the young man's well-greased hole. He pushes his big cock up Cody’s ass in one swift motion, all the way to his balls. He holds till for a moment, then deliberately tenses his cock so the wide tip flares deep inside.
The young man gasps, stunned by the mighty invasion, but stands firm and takes it without complaint.
This reaction fills Ron with pride. This young man will make a fine addition to his family.
"That's it, son... take it like a man!” Ron pulls out and thrust in roughly, a grunt of pleasure escaping his lips, “Aaaaahh! Son, as of right now, you're no longer a virgin," the boss growls as he exhales thick cigar smoke, “you’re a man now, all right… my man!”
“Bob, Nick... help me with the coveralls,” Daddy says. Having been through this same initiation and witnessing their brothers being initiated, they know what must be done.
Bill comes forward and begins to bind Cody with leather straps around his legs to the thick, furry legs of the boss. His torso is similarly bound, as are his arms. The two are then clothed in the coveralls, arms going into the sleeves and then he is zipped up inside the coveralls with the boss.
The young man is cocooned in the dark, musky coveralls. They smell like Daddy; they are musky with his scent and the scent of his cum. They are well used and have never been washed. Each of the men that have been zipped up in here with the boss have left a potent trace of their own scents and seed in here as well.
Big Ron then begins to hump the young man, pausing occasionally to unzip the coveralls enough to blow smoke down inside for the young man to breathe. The boss' hands are planted firmly on the trunk lid as he pumps into the initiate. Cody is impaled on the long, thick cock buried in his ass, hardly able to move on his own. All the movement his body makes is from the pounding movement of his Daddy.
"Push back boy! Daddy's wants to cum up inside of you," he growls around his stogie.
A muffled, somewhat pained "YES SIR!" is Cody's only reply as they hump madly together.
There are cheers of encouragement, egging the boss on to breed the young man's ass. The boss begins bucking wildly, chomping down on his cigar and swearing as he fucks Cody harder and harder. His speed and ferocity build. He growls like a beast as he thrusts, shifting form just slightly. Ron’s body is becoming slightly bigger, more bulked with muscle, stretching the fabric of the coveralls around them. His fangs lengthening piercing the shaft of the cigar, his cock growing thicker and longer inside of Cody’s ass as he pounds for his lustful pleasure. Cody whimpers in a mixture of pain and pleasure but continues to push back with each thrust, letting Daddy knows he wants to be bred. Finally he pushes his cock in as far as he possibly can, roaring out his orgasm in his deep, roughened voice, unloading shot after shot of hot, thick, sticky bear seed deep inside of the young man. He wraps his arms around the young man, leaning against the rear of the car, and continues to thrust in him, slower now, but with a deep bass grunt with each thrust. The mighty cock throbs deep inside the initiate, still pumping his virile seed into his body. Cody struggles to use his ass muscles to milk the boss' cock, squeezing out every last drop of his seed into his willing ass.
Panting around his cigar for a few minutes, the boss is soaked in sweat, drenching Cody in his musk. He at last pushes off the trunk of the car and stands. Inside the coveralls, Cody has shot all over the front of the suit without touching himself and is adding the scent of his own musk and seed to Big Ron’s in the suit.
There is more congratulatory whooping from the men and each of them comes forward and gropes Cody’s package as they give their Daddy a sloppy bear kiss.
Shortly after that the shop opens up and the men get to work.
For the rest of the day, Ron walks around with Cody inside the coveralls, in areas where no customers are not allowed, of course. He spends a lot of time in his office, making phone calls, doing paperwork, contacting customers and all the while his cock is hard, deep up the young man's ass. Every couple of hours he takes a fifteen minute break to once again hump his captive initiate until he shoots yet another heavy bear load in the young, firm, round ass. He knows Cody’s body is absorbing his seed, integrating Daddy’s DNA into his body.
As the evening draws down and the shop closes, each of the men in turn wrap their arms around the boss, squeezing Cody between them, kissing Daddy and wishing them both a very good night. The boss drives home, a big ol' stogie parked at the corner of his mouth; only his second one for the whole day. During the drive Cody milks the boss' cock, a task made easier with a days’ worth of practice. The boss blows cigar smoke down the front of the coveralls and Cody breathes it in. Cigars and pipes are pretty much a prerequisite of membership in this club and Cody knows a humidor, pipes and a tobacco pouch are in his future.
When they get home, Big Ron heads directly for the bedroom. He lies down on the bed and stretches out and begins rubbing all over the front of the coveralls, caressing Cody’s body. He reaches down and rubs Cody's crotch through the coveralls, puffing on the stub of the cigar left in his mouth. Talking to the young man, telling him how proud he is of him and what a fine, sexy, masculine werebear he’s going to make. He rolls onto his side stubbing out the butt of his cigar and then he rolls over on his belly. With Cody pinned underneath, he once again humps him full of thick bear cum before they sleep. Finally spent, the boss unzips the top of the coveralls so Cody can breathe fresh air for the first time since he was zipped up hours earlier. He pulls his arms out of the sleeves and wraps them, with Cody's arms still bound to his own, around the smaller man.
"Good night, my Cub," he says and kisses the young man on top of the head. "Daddy's gonna hold you tight and protect you all night while you sleep."
"Thank you, Daddy, Sir," Cody says and nuzzles against his daddy’s bicep.
"Tomorrow morning, before dawn," Big Ron says, "I will shift into my full Bear form while I'm still inside of you and fill you with Daddy's werebear seed."
"Will it hurt?" Cody asks.
"A little, yes, but your guts and hole have been well prepared for it today. My seed is already making changes to your body, you’re becoming a werebear and it started as soon as I shot my first load into you this morning. I’ve planted a lot of my seed in you. Tomorrow morning, you will be ready for my cock to grow to its true length and girth and I will fill you with more of my essence... and soon, a few months from now, you will become a bear like all my other fine, strong sons." Big Ron squeezed the young man lovingly, his cock-head swelling as he tensed.
Cody grunted in pleasure, feeling his Daddy’s dick flare inside of him.
"Good night, Daddy, Sir," the young man said.
"Good night, son," Daddy said; and soon they both slept.