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Meyers and Sons Paint and Auto Body - Chapter 6

Meyers and Sons Paint and Auto Body
By Papa Werebear and Ursus Major

Chapter 6

Royce called home as he drove on his hands free device, there were some things he needed set up before he and Dwight arrived.

“Hello, this is the Tobin residence, Tyler Tobin speaking.”

“Hi, Son, what are your brothers doing?” Royce asked.

“Hi, Daddy! Uhhh, Robbie and Adam are playing GTA and I was just about to *YAWN* hit the hay, what do you need, Sir?” Tyler asked.

“Tell Robbie and Adam to turn off the video game and prepare my play den. I’m bringing someone over and I want you three to participate.” Royce said looking over at Dwight, brushing the back of his hand against his cheek as he spoke then moving down to the young man’s thigh, giving it a squeeze and a pat. Dwight's crotch began to swell. Royce smiled, and patted the thickening cock. Dwight sighed.

Until now, Dwight had never imagined Royce to be this… fatherly; he always seemed so brusque and imposing, which Dwight did admit to himself on more than one occasion rather turned him on. But this was a whole new dimension to the man. He’d explained that his boys were kids who’d been in trouble, gay kids with really no foundation, no place to call home and that he’d pretty much adopted and after they’d come to live with him. Robbie had been the first and as a show of his commitment to their Daddy/Son relationship had decided to legally change his last name to Tobin; something that had filled Royce with pride. And in their turn, his other sons had followed suit. Listening to the conversation between Daddy and Son, just now, one wouldn’t be able to tell that they weren’t blood related. They sounded genuine, not like some roles either of them had chosen to play.

“Awesome!” the excitement in Tyler’s voice was obvious. Tyler liked it when Royce brought friends over for play. “What configuration do you want Dad?”

“Beginner three, I think, though we might modify it a bit depending. You know the routine; lay out my leathers, an assortment of toys, poppers and some cigars from my humidor…”

“What brands and gauges?” Tyler interrupted.

“I’ll leave that up to you, Son. You know what Daddy likes, just nothing too long or too large a gauge tonight. That reminds me; have some coffee ready and the three of you should have some, get Adam on that while you and Robbie do the setup. We’re going to be up for at least the next three hours. Also, drag out the futons, pillows and blankets, we’re going to bear pile together in the living room afterward.” Royce mentally ticked off the items he wanted taken care of, and, satisfied, smiled at the competence his boy was showing.

“OK, about how long until you’re here?”

“We’re across town, probably about thirty minutes.

“Perfect! We should be done a few minutes before you hit the door.”

“OK Son, see you then.”

“Alright, love you Daddy!”

“Love you, too, Son.”

Royce hung up and looked over at Dwight and then fixed his eyes on the road again. “My boys and I play a little rough with each other, but it’s all done out of love. You being inexperienced, we’re going to break you in easy, but there will be some light pain, it’s just part of the territory, nothing serious. Do you think you can handle that, Son?”

Although part of Dwight's brain was occupied with lusty thoughts of servicing Royce and possibly his sons, part of his mind was wondering what he was getting himself into, but thought that if this man had three loyal sons who had been through the same things he was going to experience tonight, how could he hope to ever BE Royce’s fourth son if he couldn’t handle it?

“I will handle it, Sir. I will learn and accept what you give me without complaint,” Dwight said, and thought to himself, ‘In for a penny, in for a pound’.

Royce turned to look at Dwight again, a huge smile on his stubbly face, “You will make me a fine Son.”

They pulled into the driveway and at the door, big red bearded Robbie stood with two steaming mugs of coffee. Royce took one and gave his burly son a kiss. Robbie handed the other to Dwight.

“Come on in,” Royce gestured with his mug. Robbie moved into the living room and Dwight entered after Royce. The other boys were standing, waiting to be introduced. “Dwight, this is Robbie, my eldest, Tyler, my middle son, and Adam, my youngest. They shook hands all around, smiling and saying their hellos.

Then, addressing his three sons Royce said, “Dwight is here, because I’ve decided you three need another brother and I want to know if he’s going to work out.”

A slow grin crept across Robbie’s face, “I was wondering when I might get another little brother.”

Tyler smiled broadly, “We were just talking about that the other day.”

“Oh?” Royce asked.

“Yeah, we figured you might be looking.” Tyler said.

“Well you figured wrong, boys, because this was a rather sudden decision, but one I think will be good for all of us, don’t you think?” Royce asked.

Both Robbie and Tyler nodded, Adam looked down at his feet. To the older sons, another brother meant more opportunities for play and a redistribution of the household chores, making it easier on all of them. Adam, however, was not so sure. He still felt unsure of his position in the family, not so much with Royce, but with his 'brothers'. He timidly spoke up, “Does this mean I won’t be your bottom anymore?” He felt a little pang of jealousy, made sharper by the need to be reassured by Royce that he still had his accustomed place with him.

“Not at all, Adam! You’ll always be your Daddy’s bottom Cub.” He reached out and gave the boy a hug. “And I’m sure your brothers' bottom too. If I’m not mistaken about Dwight here, he’s a switch hitter like Tyler and Robbie, so don’t worry, you’ll have plenty cock to fill you.”

Adam smiled at Royce's warmly reassuring tone. “OK!” he said.

“Well good, that’s all settled! I’m glad my boys are happy about this. Now, drink up! You’ll need that coffee.”

They all drained their mugs.

“Now… let’s get naked!” Royce said, clapping his hands together and rubbing them vigorously.

They all stripped down to their skin, Dwight at first was a little self-conscious, but with encouragement from Royce and his sons, Dwight was soon touching and fondling in foreplay.

After some groping and kissing, Royce moved them into the gym/dungeon, downstairs.

Leather gear was handed out, and soon his boys were wearing harnesses, collars, arm bands and leather jock straps. Robbie donned his leather mask and began packing a pipe for himself.

Royce dressed in his policeman’s leather vest, black leather peaked cap, black leather gloves and chaps. He lit up cigar and gave it to Tyler then lit one for himself. Royce called Adam over and pointed to his cock. Adam immediately knelt and began licking his Daddy’s crotch.

“Robbie, get a jock for Dwight and put some cuffs on his… OH FUCK, take it easy boy, Daddy doesn’t wanna cum just yet,” Royce growled around his cigar. Adam began sucking less vigorously and Royce looked down and patted him on the head, “That’s a good boy. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, get some cuffs on his ankles and wrists and put a hood on him.”

Dwight silently held out his arms and Tyler and Robbie each puffed on their cigar and pipe as they concentrated on their task. When they were done, Royce ordered them to attach him to the St. Andrew’s cross and to bring daddy a pair of suede floggers and a leather covered paddle.  The floggers were a sure bet and the paddle might be used if he felt Dwight could handle it tonight and there was time for it. Probably not for a beginner, but he had been surprised with Adam; that boy LOVED a good spanking, even after he'd been flogged for longer than Royce had expected he'd last.

Royce pulled out of Adam’s mouth. He was rock hard.  He smiled down at his son and rubbed his precum leaking cockhead over Adam's moustache, squeezing a big glob into it, rubbing it in.  He then pulled Adam to his feet, taking the cigar from his mouth, and gave Adam a smoky kiss, licking some of his precum from Adam's moustache, sharing it with him.  

He patted Adam's rump and said, "Good Boy!  Now get me one of the smaller plugs and some lube, Son.” Adam went to the cabinet while Royce moved over to the now restrained Dwight.

He bent in close and whispered in Dwight’s left ear, "You're a sexy lil’ fucker," and the bass in his voice sent chills throughout Dwight’s body.

"Thank you, Daddy” Dwight said simply.

Royce began running his gloved hands all over Dwight’s back and bottom.

“OK son, this is your last chance to say no. You sure you want to be my boy? Because if after taking your virginity tonight, I want to keep you, it means you’re gonna have to do what Daddy says, from now on. I fully expect you to move in here with me and your brothers, to do your share of chores and to pay into the upkeep of the house. I also expect you to be ready for sex when I or your brothers want it. I expect your mouth and ass to be ready to take my cock without hesitation. I expect that if you are awoken in the night by me rolling you on your belly that you will raise your ass up for me to fuck. Do you understand?” The last sentence was said with a lower growl in Royce's voice and the rumble sent another chill through Dwight's body. His cock jerked.

“Yes Sir, Dwight said, I understand completely, and I agree... without reservation.” Dwight replied, sounding as confident as he could.

“Good boy! Right answer, as I had predicted.”

“My Sons? Are you prepared to accept Dwight as your brother, should I decide to keep him?”

The three answered in unanimity, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Well then, now it’s time for the hood.” Royce put the leather hood over his new son’s head and then said, “Robbie, Tyler, open Dwight’s hole up and lube him well. When he’s opened up, Adam, put the plug in him, then I can begin.”

Robbie began. He lubed his fingers. He inserting a thick finger, Dwight grunted in pain. Robbie took his finger out and Tyler drizzled more lube on Robbie’s fingers. He then rubbed two fingers against Dwight’s pucker. “Thanks, man. You ready to get in here?” Robbie asked and puffed on his pipe.

“Yeah, just let me put some more in his crack.” Tyler squeezed out more of the Rifle Grease.

Robbie began making circles with his fingers; Dwight gasped at the sensation. Then Tyler slowly inserted a finger between Robbie’s two fingers. They both began gently pulling his hole open, Robbie pulled left and Tyler pulled right. Soon, Tyler had another finger in and Dwight’s hole was almost ready. They kept at it, waiting their daddy's word on when to stop.

Royce watched his sons and after he determined Dwight was open enough, he told Adam to put the plug in. This model came with a silicone cock and ball ring attached by a strap.

Robbie and Tyler held the grunting Dwight open as Adam began pushing the plug into his ass. The brothers slowly removed their fingers as more of the plug was pushed in. Eventually, Adam pushed the widest part past Dwight’s anal ring and it was in. His ass closed around the end of it and it was in place, training Dwight’s hole to accept something in it. Adam then stretched the strap for the cock and ball ring so that it lay flat against his perineum and stretched the larger ring around Dwight’s cock and balls, and the attached smaller ring around his rigid cock.

“OK, Boys, I’ll take it from here. Entertain yourselves while I go to work, but don't shoot so much you're empty when I'm ready to cum or I’ll lock your cocks up for a month! I want you to save some back for the finale,” Royce said and picked up the floggers. “If this gets to be too much for you, if something is unbearably painful, you are to use your safe word and I will back off. You’re familiar with this, right?” Dwight nodded. “Good, now pick one and tell it to me, son.”

Dwight thought for a moment and then said, “Cerulean”

Royce chuckled, “Interesting choice.” He pulled on his cigar and looked over at his boys who were already spit roasting Adam.

Royce began lightly flogging Dwight rhythmically with both arms, drawing deeply on his cigar as he worked.  It was a soothing, exercise for him and he moved into his Zen state, alternating between Dwight's upper back, his shoulders and his thighs and buttocks.  He payed very close attention to the boy's responses, this was about altering his state of mind, not inflicting damage. He warmed Dwight's skin up with the leather, turning his smooth skin pink. Dwight tried his best to keep still, but he sometimes winced with the repeated strokes of the floggers. He squirmed some, trying to give his rigid cock some room to swell more. Each of these movements cause the plug in his butt to move, which in turn rubbed on his prostate and made his straining cock jerk and twitch all the more. The combination of sensations, the pleasure from his prostate, the need of his erection and the warmth and pain from his back and backside was retraining his brain to associate these sensations with sexual arousal and desire.

Royce began ramping up the force, hitting Dwight a little harder. He wouldn’t raise welts but he’d make sure his new boy would get a good working over.  Next time he'd use a vibrating plug he could program for intermittent pulses or continual vibration while flogging Dwight; but that would be next time and Royce was confident there would be a next time by his reactions to this session. All in all Dwight took it well, and after about a half hour Royce figured he’d done enough flogging for the young man’s first time.

Royce walked up and began running his gloved hands over the hot flesh, sending chills through Dwight’s body. "Good." he grunts, bowing his head to Dwight’s upper back, gently licking a shoulder to taste the sweat and feel the warmth of the now flushed, red skin. Replacing the stub of his cigar in his mouth he reached down and around the captive’s body, taking his son's long rigid cock in his hand, squeezing out some of the precum onto his glove, lifting it to his mouth to taste his boy's nectar. “So you like submitting to Daddy, don’t you?  You like being dominated by your powerful Daddy, don't you?”

“Yes Sir! Thank you. Daddy!” He answered in his hood

He squeezed Dwight’s cock hard, feeling its rock hard firmness, giving it a stroke, as he said it. Dwight bucked as Royce rubbed his chest and played with his nipples with gloved hands; slowly and yet more roughly than Dwight expected, simultaneously squeezing Dwight’s balls, not hard enough to make him feel ill, but firmly enough so that he felt a little discomfort.

“Do you like what your Daddy is doing to you? Do you like how it makes you feel? Helpless, and completely under my control?” As he said the last, Royce squeezed a little harder to emphasize the word ‘control’.

“Yes Sir!” Dwight cried out and Royce relaxed his grip and began fondling Dwight’s balls, rolling them around in his paw.

“Giving yourself to me, without hesitation is the sweetest of gifts. My boys have all given themselves to me, unconditionally; the trust, the devotion, the love. It is a beautiful bond between a daddy and his son. I assure you, that gift will be repaid in full and more,” Royce growled and, then in a whisper in his ear to make sure his preoccupied sons would not hear, said, “When I become the bear, after I change the first time, I will fill you with my seed. I will make you my fourth werebear son, after I have bred your brothers. You will witness their breeding; you will watch me change form and fill them with my sperm. It will be a special treat for you, for keeping our secret. There will be pleasure for you letting the anticipation build as you watch them being bred, knowing that will soon be happening to you.”

“Thank you Daddy.” Dwight said low so only Royce could hear. “Thank you for making me your son and thank you for what you will change me into.”

Just then Tyler, furiously pumping his thick cock in and out of Adam’s ass, exploded in a roar. He cursed a streak around his stub of a cigar as he shot loads into his younger brother. Robbie was encouraging him as Adam sucked his cock.

“Sounds like your brothers are almost ready to join us over here.” Royce said.

Within a minute Robbie shot his load down Adam’s throat, feeding the youngest his thick, sticky seed. After they’d had a chance to recover and help Adam up, kissing him and hugging him, Royce had the three take Dwight down off the cross and move and bind him to the fuck bench, adjusting it so that his hole was at the proper height for daddy to fuck. He then had them begin rubbing his warmed skin down with cloths dipped in ice water.

At first the sensation made Dwight jump, but soon it was soothing and comforting as they calmed his angry skin.

Dwight's cock was at full attention, drooling precum. The boys moved another short, padded adjustable bench beneath the fuck bench so that Adam could lie on it with his head beneath Dwight’s crotch. Adam could then easily take Dwight’s cock into his mouth and began sucking on it, tasting his clear nectar. Dwight moaned in pleasure.

Royce moved his furry body over the top of Dwight, rubbing his smooth, much more sensitive skin with his pelt and said, “I want you to concentrate on not cumming until I tell you to. Adam is very good at reading how close a man is to cumming, but you’re new to him, so, if you’re getting close I want you to let me know and I’ll have him back off. I want you properly edged. Now, what was your safe word again?”

“Cerulean, Sir.” Dwight answered.

“Good boy!” Royce said and smacked Dwight’s right thigh hard.

Royce lay on top of Dwight, pressing his weight down on him, kissing his neck, nibbling on his ears. He, then raised up and removed the plug from his boy’s ass, getting assistance from Robbie to detach it from the cock and ball rings and applying extra lube to Dwight’s stretched ass and Royce’s cock.

He nestled his thick, hard-as-steel pole into his crack. Rubbing back and forth to spread the lube all over Dwight's crack, pushing his head against Dwight’s hole, he tested its receptiveness. He rubbed his thick, stiff, hairy nipples against Dwight’s back, growling with pleasure at the sensation.

“Tyler, rim me.” Royce said and Tyler stepped over Adam, who was still gently suckling Dwight’s cock. Without a word Adam reached up and began fondling Tyler’s cock. Tyler then began to lick and nibble, rubbing his beard against Royce's ass as he began tongue fucking his daddy’s hole.

Royce moaned in pleasure and then said, “Robbie, take this boy’s hood off and feed him your meat. He needs a little something to think about as he’s being sucked and fucked.” Robbie pulled up a stool, took the hood off and positioned his pelvis under Dwight’s head, filling his mouth with his cock.

Royce got right up to Dwight’s left ear, tickling it with his mustache and stubble, "Are you going to be a good boy for Daddy? You going to do what I say?" Royce asked.

Dwight pulled off Robbie’s cock and said, “Yes Sir.”

“Are you ready to lose your virginity to your Daddy? Ready for me to make you my son? Ready to take my meat deep inside you? Ready for my seed to fill your guts?”

“Yes Sir, Daddy, Sir!” Dwight said with a much more enthusiastic response and he realized in that moment he had always wanted to be dominated by a man like Royce, that he’d always wanted to give himself, his first time, to someone this powerful, this masculine, this furry.

“Robbie, give your new brother some poppers. He’s looser than he was, but this is not going to be easy.”

Robbie reached over to a nearby tray and grabbed a small bottle with a silver label.

"I’ll put that to the bottom of your nostrils. Inhale deeply." Robbie said, his voice a lighter growl than Royce's.

Dwight inhaled a few times on both sides, halfway through the second inhale, he felt a rush through his body he’d never felt before. Suddenly, Dwight wanted Daddy’s cock deep inside of him. He wanted to feel his amazing cock disappear in his guts over and over again, and he begged, "Please, Daddy, put your cock inside of me." Dwight was floating, his body tingling and warm all over.

"You want my meat, my seed, boy?" he rumbled in his deep bass and suddenly Dwight realized in this moment that Daddy was not just a man, but a beast waiting to find a way out of his human shell. A way he would soon achieve.

“Oh, YES, daddy!”

With that, Royce began to push into Dwight's still-tight hole. Grunting with the effort, he put his hands on Dwight's butt. Still a bit nervous in spite of his eagerness, Dwight involuntarily clinched his anus. “Boy, I know it's new and feels strange, but trust me. Daddy won't hurt you any more than is necessary, and pretty soon you'll be craving this. You trust me, boy?”

Dwight nodded, unable to speak with Robbie's cock in his mouth.

With that, Royce started a steady forward push, slow but relentless. Dwight nearly choked on Robbie's cock as he felt the ever-increasing invasion. Royce reveled in the heat and pressure on his meat as he continued his entry. He was hung a bit above average, still pretty wide, certainly not as big as Big Ron; but that would come. Yes, that would happen with the transformation to a werebear, he felt certain. In the meantime, the rush of taking Dwight's virginity was heady stuff, making him as hard as he had ever been. He was invading and claiming unmarked territory, changing this boy, making him a man. He felt his tip flare wide deep inside Dwight's tunnel. The whole wonderful feeling of fucking was amped up, both by the knowledge he was the first ever in Dwight's ass and by the anticipation of how he was going to, very soon now, achieve his life's dream. Then, it would be like taking the four of them as virgins, but in a different way as he changed them from man to bear. The thought really turned him on as did the sweet tickling of Tyler's beard, lips, and tongue on and in his pucker; it made things that much better.

Finally, lodged deep in Dwight's warm gut, he leaned forward and said, “OK, son, I am going to start pumping now, slow at first, then faster. You'll see what I mean about liking it when we really get going.” But before I do, I need you relaxed a little more. He instructed Robbie to give Dwight more poppers, Robbie giving Dwight two huffs in each nostril. After a few minutes, Royce slowly pulled out, then pushed back in. The second invasion went much easier, partly due to Dwight getting used to having a cock in him but mostly due to the poppers. Dwight resisted hardly at all, but was still not fully open. Royce focused on the sensations along the length of his shaft as he pushed in and pulled out repeatedly, how good the pressure against his tip as he popped back in each time felt, and how great it felt to bottom out and then deliberately tense to flare his tip before reversing his thrust.

Soon, he was picking up the pace, and not pulling completely out, staying at least part way in on each stroke. Dwight was sucking and tonguing Robbie's cock with growing fervor and expertise, causing Royce's first, and increasingly more dominant, son to growl in pleasure. Robbie would probably never be completely a top because he’d always need Daddy’s cock, but he was shaping up to be far more top than bottom, as was Tyler.

Meanwhile Adam, on the low platform under the raised fuck bench, was getting a fresh blob of Dwight's precum each time his Daddy rammed Dwight's prostate. The taste was sweet, and the musk from Dwight's increasingly sweaty crotch was getting to him. He worked Dwight's cock with every trick he'd practiced on his Daddy's meat over the years. He sucked and nibbled, he used his tongue to lap at Dwight's suspended balls, and he circled the ridge around the new boy's tip. He ran the tip of his tongue up and down the sensitive underside of the straining shaft, and then engulfed the whole thing in his mouth.

Tyler was keeping pace with his Daddy's movements as they picked up speed, fucking his Daddy's hole with his tongue on each backward thrust. He had his hands planted on Royce's butt cheeks, and his face buried in between them. He stopped every once in a while to catch his breath, then dove in again. The room reeked of poppers, sex and male sweat, a favorite mixture of all but Dwight, who was experiencing it here for the first time, though it reminded him of a locker room and the somewhat negative associations he had with that. He was sure, though, that given time this ‘locker room funk’ would become an incredibly powerful and erotic trigger scent. Grunts and moans filled the air almost as thickly as the musky scent.

Finally, Royce growled loudly, “I'm gonna cum! Take my seed, boy! Be my son!” Below him, Adam could see his Daddy's furry ball sack contract and tighten, bringing his balls up tight and close in preparation for ejaculation. Royce thrust forward, hard, and his calves and thighs tensed as he shot deep into Dwight. His legs shook with the force of his orgasm, and Dwight was actually able to feel the hot splash of his daddy's seed inside himself.

“Take my fuckin’ seed, boy! Fuck yeah! Fuckin’ breed my new boy’s ass! Makin’ him mine. Makin’ a real man outta him!” Royce growled it out in a raspy bass filled with power, male dominance and pride. Pride at being the first to breed him and pride that his son was taking it like a man! "Now shoot Son!  Cum in your brother's throat!  Feed him your seed." Royce growled, verbally pushing Dwight into orgasm.

Almost at the same instant that Royce was shooting his semen inside his new boy, Dwight was starting his own orgasm. Adam, from below, saw Dwight's scrotum tighten just after Royce's, and he knew what was coming. He began sucking harder on Dwight's cock and milking the shaft with his hand.  Royce's encouragement was the final push he needed to release. Adam was rewarded by a gush of hot, sweet protein. Dwight writhed in frustration, unable to touch himself or thrust as he wanted to, moaning around the thick cock moving in and out of his throat.  The rush of hot sperm into Adam set him off, he'd been edging since kneeling in front of Daddy during the set up and now, the musk and flavor of Dwight's seed caused Adam to shoot all over his chest and belly.  Moaned around the cock in his mouth, suckling the last drops from it.

At the head of the fuck bench, Robbie saw his Daddy throw back his head and roar “Take my fuckin’ seed, boy!” and surged forward own Dwight's throat. Having held himself in check long enough, he let go with his own flood of cum. He held Dwight's head tight against himself as he unloaded, skull fucking him like he’d been skull fucked by Daddy. Dwight struggled to swallow, but couldn't keep up with the gush of seed, and a good part of it flowed out of the corners of his mouth, into Robbie's thick red bush.

Tyler had been jacking himself as he was tongue-fucking his Daddy. When Royce began pumping cum into Dwight's ass, Tyler stood and shot all over Royce's ass, his sticky seed running down the back of Royce's butt and thighs, streaking the ample fur there with creamy white. Immediately he began cleaning his cum from his daddy’s sweat-matted furry ass and thighs.

There was stillness for a moment, broken only by the rasping breath of the four unbound men, and the frantic gulps of the bound one. After a bit, Royce withdrew his shrinking cock from Dwight's butt and smacked him, one on each cheek. “You done good, boy! You took that like a REAL man! I'm proud of you... son.” He rubbed his hands together and stepped back. “OK, boys, unbuckle him, help him up. All four of you, clean up this mess and we'll adjourn to the living room and cuddle.” He reached for another of the cigars that had been left out for him and lit it, then climbed the stairs into the living room and reclined in the center of the futons.

Once the playroom had been cleaned, the four young men followed Royce up the stairs. They stood at the edge of the grouped futons. “Well, sons.... what do you think. Do you think this boy here will make a good addition to our family?” The decision was totally Royce's, of course, but he did genuinely value his son's input, he’d come to trust their instincts and was glad they had such keen ones.

Robbie, the oldest, went first. “I think he'll do OK.”

Tyler quickly agreed with Robbie, as he often did. “I go along with Robbie. He'll be fine.”

Adam, the youngest, typically didn't speak up too much around the home, keeping any opinions he had to himself, mostly. Royce nudged him with his foot. “Son?”

Adam replied shyly, “I think I'd like to have a…another brother.”

“It's settled then. Welcome to the family, son. Now, the first thing you need to do is to stop shaving. My sons have beards. Period! Even Adam will have one soon, it’s getting thicker each month. Soon he’ll have more than just a mustache like his old man.” He gave Adam a wink. Dwight rubbed the faint stubble on his chin and cheeks and smiled. Royce continued, “Robbie and Tyler, get us each a tumbler of whiskey, Jameson’s neat; and cigars all around. This is to be a masculine celebration! I just got a new son and that calls for cigars and liquor.”

Dwight looked somewhat worried, he was a non-smoker after all and rarely touched anything harder than a beer. Royce saw the concern on his face, “You gotta learn sometime Son, and today is as good as any. After all, your new birthday.” Robbie returned with a tray and Tyler with a box of fine Honduran cigars. The cigar cutter was passed around and soon his sons were lighting up. Royce raised his glass and his sons, cigars clamped in their jaws or held on the outside of the glasses raised theirs. “To my new son and your new brother! To Dwight Tobin!”

“To Dwight Tobin!” the three sons repeated and they all took a sip of whiskey.

“Now, my sons, lay down here next to me and we'll rest up, finish our cigars and whiskey, and in a bit we’ll all sleep together tonight... all the family together.” They piled pillows up so they could prop themselves up to drink. Royce pulled Dwight into a close hug. “Oh, and son... call in sick for the next two days. We need to get you moved in here.” Dwight smiled happily. Soon enough the warmth of the liquor filled their bodies and the cigars were smoked down to nubs and not long after that, they piled together, covers draped here and there over them and they slept.

The next morning, Royce set Adam and Tyler to cleaning out the upstairs bedroom that had been used as storage, and sent Robbie off with Dwight to organize his things for the move.

“What are going to do with all this stuff?” Tyler said, shifting a large box.

“For now, we'll put it in the storage locker downtown.”

“Is there room?”

“Yeah, there is. If not, make it fit. We'll sort out that stuff later. Here, bring that one downstairs, Adam. Load the rest of it in the truck and take it to the locker.” Royce moved his unlit cigar stub in his mouth as he surveyed the room. “This'll do for Dwight. It's a bit small, but since each of you have your own rooms, it's only right he has one, too, even if it IS small. Hop to it!”

Meanwhile, Robbie and Dwight had reached the small apartment that Dwight rented by the month. The landlord was an old geezer who lived in half the duplex, renting out the other half along with the converted garage and workshop in the back. While Dwight started packing his relatively few belongings, Robbie sought out the elderly landlord.

“Hey, old man... You own the place, right?”

The old man started to take offense, but the thick young man standing in front of him was intimidating, and obviously wasn't going to take well to hasty or snotty answers.

“Yeah, I own it. Both places are rented, though, No vacancy. But I know of...”

“Nope, not interested in renting. Come to tell you that Dwight is leaving. He tells me he's paid up through the end of the month, right?”

“Well, I'd have to...”

“Here's an extra week's rent for your inconvenience. That should cover any utility bills. Keep the cleaning deposit.” He handed over the money that Royce had given him earlier, and fished in his pocket for the extra key to the place that Dwight had given him in the truck. “Here's one key, we'll leave the other when the place is empty tomorrow. You have a nice day.” Robbie turned on his heel and walked back to the back of the property and unloaded empty boxes, leaving the old man scratching his head, wondering what had just happened, and why it had happened so quickly. He went back inside his own half of the duplex, counting the money.

Friday, April 17, 2015

Meyers and Sons Paint and Auto Body - Chapter 5

Meyers and Sons Paint and Auto Body
By Papa Werebear and Ursus Major

Chapter 5
Dwight Milton sat at his desk. It was Monday evening, he was officially off the clock at the station, and he would have left already… except… except what he was watching was INCREDIBLE! It had been recorded Saturday morning and he’d just got the opportunity to watch it now that the rest of the sheriff’s IT department had gone home for the night.

This! This is what Royce had wanted to record! He couldn’t believe his eyes and frankly he was hard as a rock watching it. He was so hard and leaking so much he knew he was going to have to dig out a pair of workout shorts he kept at his desk after he’d calmed down.

These werebears were right out of his fantasy world. He’d been introduced to the concept of humans that became bears as a pre-pubescent boy playing Chambers & Champions, his favorite quasi-medieval sword and sorcery RPG. It had, as he discovered masturbatory sex, fueled his homoerotic fantasies. That had led to the online werebear sex stories by a couple of guys who were apparently partners, and those REALLY got Dwight going.

Not having a husband or even a boyfriend, Dwight counted on his wanking sessions for release. Being a young man in his early twenties meant he had a LOT of sexual energy that needed releasing. This had lead him to fantasizing about some of his male coworkers, a natural since they were the real human beings he interacted with most often in his single life. Some made regular appearances. Erik Haraldsson, his big, beefy, red bushy-bearded coworker in IT was a serious favorite. Erik pushed all of his buttons; tall, nice belly, a goodly amount of muscular bulk leftover from college powerlifting, a nice round belly acquired from sitting at a desk and not working out enough, a great room brightening happy smile and gorgeous ice blue eyes to go with typical male pattern baldness. ‘It’s just such a damn shame Erik is straight’, thought Dwight for probably the 50,000th time as he rolled back the footage of the werebears fucking the man in the sling. Still, he was glad the gentle brute was passing those gorgeous red bear genes down to his three sons.

The other guy that featured in his fantasies was Royce Tobin, the man he’d do just about anything for because, when he admitted it to himself, he had a serious crush on him. He would never dare approach him. Royce… Royce had an air of authority that went beyond his badge. He was the kind of guy Dwight imagined that his parents would call ‘SIR’; and, sadly, was another straight fantasy man from what Dwight could tell. Strictly off limits. Royce had also been instrumental in getting Dwight his job, giving him glowing recommendations and personally vouching for him, so he sorta owed him.

But, oh what that thick, bushy salt and pepper moustache and afternoon stubble, those thick furry muscular arms and that tall, bulky, well-muscled body did for Dwight’s masturbation sessions! Being a thinner, shorter man, big bears made Dwight feel at once turned on, a little intimidated, AND secure all at the same time.

Lost in thought, viewing the video and trying to concentrate on not shooting a load in his pants, Dwight did not notice someone enter the lab and lock the door behind. He was viewing the tall white bear shoving his huge cock into the man in the sling while being fed cock from the other bears standing around when he said softly to himself, “Fuck! What I wouldn’t give to be fucked like that by a big ol’ daddy werebear!”

“Really?” a deep voice packed with masculine authority came from behind him.

Dwight almost jumped out of his skin with a yelped, “HOLY SHIT!” and pushed away from the desk, toppling his chair over and falling on the floor.

The deep-voiced man could not help himself, he broke into a fit of laughter. Dwight looked up to see that the man who had scared the living shit out of him was none other than Royce Tobin. For someone as large as he was, Tobin could apparently move as quietly as a cat when he wanted to.

At first Dwight was angry and then, seeing who it was became profoundly embarrassed and somewhat ashamed, as now Royce knew he was gay… and of course, there was the kinky aspect of this werebear fantasy.

Royce offered the smaller man his hand and helped him up and set his chair back on its casters.

“Now,” Royce said rubbing at his stubble, “You were saying something about what you wouldn’t give to be fucked by a big ol’ daddy werebear?”

Dwight’s face turned beet red and he looked down at his shoes.

Royce chuckled and put his big paw like hand on the side of Dwight’s face, lifting it up to so he could look Royce in the eye.

“I think you and I have quite a few things to talk about,” he said and slipped his big thumb into Dwight’s open mouth, grinning down at him. Dwight began to suck Royce’s thumb and grew stiff as he did so. “Yeah, that’s it boy,” he growled low as Dwight closed his eyes and took the thumb deeper into his mouth, “looks like I found myself a boy who is in desperate need of a daddy bear.”

Royce removed his thumb and, with the back of his hand, brushed Dwight’s smooth cheek. With that, Royce reached down and gave the younger man’s wet crotch a gentle squeeze eliciting a moan from him.

“Unzip your pants and show Daddy what you got, boy.”

Dwight looked toward the locked door and Royce said, “You got no need to worry, son. Daddy’s here! Even if the county sheriff himself were to walk through that door, I’d handle it. Now, open up those pants and show Daddy your cock,” Royce rumbled.

Without further hesitation, Dwight unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers down, freeing his erect cock. Royce whistled low.

“Damn, son! You got nothin’ to be ashamed of!” Royce said and smiled. “I think I want a taste of that cub meat!” And with that he knelt in front of the chair and swallowed Dwight’s cock to the root. Dwight moaned softly and cursed under his breath, gripping the arm rests of his chair. His eyes went out of focus for a moment with the extreme pleasure as Royce expertly worked his cock with his mouth, stopping occasionally to snake his tongue out around the ten inch member and lick his boy’s balls, sending shivers of pleasure through Dwight.

He’d never had sexual contact with anyone before, he was completely virginal; and now to have one of his fantasy men give him head brought him very close to cuming. As his eyes refocused, he saw the video of the werebears. It coming up on the part where the white grizzly started bucking hard and fast and shot his load into the man. He’d been on the edge of orgasm for more than an hour now and, seeing the grizzly shoot his load into the man, knowing what it would do to him, pushed him over the edge.

Dwight managed to get a, “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!” out just before he shot into Royce’s mouth. Royce gulped down the first hot load of cub seed, it’s sweet, slightly bitter taste pleasing him, but held the other three or four shots in his mouth as he milked Dwight’s cock with his fist. The cub shook with the sensations of Royce’s tongue on his cock in post-orgasmic sensitivity.

Rising up from his kneeling position, Royce planted his lips on Dwight’s, opening the boy’s mouth with his big hand pinching the sides of his cheeks. He emptied Dwight’s own cum into his mouth, sharing it with him in a deep, rough kiss, rubbing his moustache over the young man’s smooth lips and scratching his chin with the stubble on his face.

The kiss lasted a good two or three minutes as he tongue wrestled with his boy. Finally they parted lips and Royce stood up straight, looking at his disheveled cub.

“So… you’re gay, and you like werebears too?” Royce asked.

“And… You’re gay… Sir?” Dwight asked.

“Have been all my life. Got three cubs at home and you can be my fourth.” Royce smiled and said, “But what I originally came here for was not to collect another cub, though that’s a happy accident. What I need, Son, is a bug in that big white bear’s office. I need more information on him and for that, I need your help again.”

Dwight smiled, “Anything you want… Sir!”

“Also, I need you to remove all the video you’ve recorded from the main server. I know you must have it seriously encrypted, but that’s not good enough. Transfer the feeds and storage to your home device, just like you did with mine. How long will that take, son?” Royce looked at Dwight as he spoke, and once again the word 'son', coming from Daddy, filled Dwight with excitement and warmth he’d never experienced before. It sent tingles from the back of his head down his spine and right to his cock.

“No more than half an hour... Daddy,” Dwight said as he started working at the keyboard. Moving behind Dwight, Royce began massaging his shoulders, watching as he quickly removed the files, rerouted the signals and ran a cleaning program on the system.

When he was done and had shut his PC off, Royce pulled Dwight into a kiss and said, “Do you have the wiretap and bug equipment available?”

“Yes, but I want to use the stuff I have at home. It’s better quality than what the department buys,” Dwight said with a smirk.

“Right. Well, then let’s go. I’ll follow you over, you can grab what you need and then we’ll drive over to the shop from there in my truck.”

“Then you’ll drop me off at home after?” Dwight asked, not daring to hope that Royce would want anything more.

“Well, if you want, I suppose. But your Daddy had something else in mind for the rest of the evening, something that might have you calling in sick tomorrow… and maybe the day after,” Royce said and grinned hungrily. “See, I’m taking a couple of days of vacation to spend some quality time with my boys and I was thinking you might want to join in on that; see if you, me and my boys are all a good fit together. Do you think you’ll be a good fit, Dwight?”

“I hope so, Sir. It’s something I’ve always wished for, to be a good son for a daddy. I will do my best.”

“I’m sure you will, son. Now let’s go. We’ve got some electronics to plant,” Royce said.

After grabbing some equipment at Dwight’s house they headed over to the paint and body shop. Royce parked a block away and headed over to the back side of the shop. The industrial area where the shop was located was almost completely deserted at this time of night, and no one witnessed Royce picking the padlock at the gate, entering and closing the gate and opening the back door of the shop. It was only twenty minutes later that they were finished planting the devices, locking up the door and gate and heading back to the truck. The phone was now bugged and micro camera with mic had been placed to give a full view of Ron’s office.

Back in the truck Dwight had something on his mind. “So, if I may ask, what’s the purpose of the surveillance?”

Royce smiled, pulling a cigar from his black leather vest pocket, beginning to trim it in preparation for smoking as he spoke. “Isn’t it obvious, son? I want to find out everything I can about werebears. You, better than anyone else I know, should understand that. I think you and I have the same desires, the same dreams about this. What would you want from these beautiful beasts? If you could have your fantasies fulfilled by them, what would you want? I think you can guess what I want.”

“So… you… you want to…” and Dwight paused, almost afraid to say it, almost afraid to admit to another his own appetites but managed to get it out, “you want to be one of them.” He quickly looked into Royce’s eyes for fear that he’d misinterpreted his meaning, expecting to be rebuked for the suggestion.

Instead Royce grinned from ear to ear, clamping the stogie in the right side of his mouth. “Yep! I want to BE one of them and I promise you, if you become my boy, you will be one of them too!” He said as he struck a match and began lighting his cigar. He rubbed his crotch as he drew on it, he was so very hard now, admitting his deepest desires to someone for the first time. Dwight smiled back at the daddy bear next to him.

“I would love to be your boy, Sir; and rewarding me with transformation… I would be forever grateful! There’s no way I could possibly repay you for such a gift.” Dwight was trembling with excitement and arousal.

Royce pulled deeply on his cigar, took it out of his mouth and blew on the ember and then replaced it and said, “Let’s not worry about repayment. A father does not expect to be repaid for what he does for his sons, except that they grow to be good, solid, men worthy of his admiration. But, if you want to make me happy,” Royce said, unzipping his jeans, freeing his thick cock, “I’m sure there are ways you can do that.” He pointed to his crotch.

Dwight, not wasting any time stuffed as much of his Daddy’s cock into his mouth as he could, gagging on it a little. Royce put his furry right paw on the back of his boy’s head as it bobbed up and down.

“Watch the teeth!” he said with a growled hiss, “Yeah… that’s it… gonna make you one of my cocksuckin’ cubs… then I’m gonna make you one of my cocksucking werebear cubs!” He began thrusting into Dwight’s throat. Dwight gagged several times and that just turned Royce on more. He watched as a security car drove by on the way to one of the other buildings. No one would disturb him and if they did, he’d flash his badge and tell them to ‘fuck off’. Thinking about how he was going to enact his plan, how he was going to change and in turn change his boys put him close to the edge quickly. Dwight, for a virgin, was a REALLY fast study. He was sucking almost as well as any of his other boys. He was a natural and Royce was sure he’d take to BDSM just as readily as his other sons had.

“You want my sperm boy?” Royce growled out, huffing on his cigar, filling the cab with smoke.

“Mmmmm, hmmm” Dwight responded, his throat milking and massaging his daddy’s cock.

“I didn’t hear that boy!” Royce barked.

“Sir, yes SIR, I need your sperm in me!” Dwight said, immediately diving back onto the huge cock.

“Yes you do! You NEED Daddy’s seed, you need to be fed by a big ol’ werebear Daddy and soon, Daddy’s gonna pump both of your hungry, greedy, ends full of werebear sperm!” Royce was so turned on now, seeing himself with his boys in a sling: captive, helpless, waiting to be bred by his big werebear cock. He saw himself as a grizzly, pounding their holes, reaching a roaring climax and flooding their young bodies with ursine strength and masculinity, bestowing on them the gift of transformation he could now give.

“Fuck!” Royce grunted and pushed Dwight’s head down with both hands until his cock was completely in him, down to the root. He held him there and rumbled around his cigar, “Daddy’s gonna fuckin’ cum! Eat it boy! Fuckin’ eat my werebear cum! Eat it all and don’t spill a drop of my thick sperm.”

His seed gushed into Dwight’s throat, his cock pulsed and swelled, gagging the boy a little; but the young man managed to swallow without spilling any. Shot after shot filled his mouth and he loved it! He loved servicing this beast of a man. It was strong and bitter in flavor, but it was nectar to him. It was Daddy’s essence, filling him. He accepted it into his body with pride, glad to be taking such a precious gift into his body. He felt honored that such a powerful, manly, virile bear would choose him to take his seed… to be his boy. He savored the taste and kept sucking.

Royce shuddered in pleasure and grunted as his new boy suckled. Outside of shooting, this was the best part of a good blow job, the loving service a boy willingly gave to his Daddy. He slowly grew soft and finally, pushed Dwight’s head from his crotch.

The young man sat up and Royce pulled him into a smoky kiss. He pulled on the cigar again, and then took it from his mouth and regarded it for a moment, it was half smoked now and some of the ash was in Dwight’s hair and on his shoulder.

“You know,” he said, “if you’re gonna be my boy, you’re gonna start smoking these, and pipes, right?”

“I understand and I look forward to that, Sir,” Dwight said, “I have always wanted a Daddy Bear to turn me into his cigar and pipe son.”

Royce reached over and pulled Dwight into another smoky kiss, feeding him a little of it. He broke the kiss and Dwight coughed a little. He was feeling a little dizzy from all the smoke in the cab but a little embarrassed that he’d just coughed too.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” He said sheepishly.

“Nonsense, you’re lungs aren’t used to it yet, but they will be soon enough. You’ll be my cigar and pipe cub, soon.” Royce said and patted his boy on the shoulder. “Now, do you want me to take you home, or do you want to come home with me?”

“Please take me home with you, Daddy, Sir! I want to be your son and cub.”

“Good!” Royce said, rolling down the windows as it had gotten a bit too smoky in the cab. “I’m thinking you’re going to be spending tomorrow and the next day with me, aren’t you?”

“If that’s what my Daddy wants, that is what will happen,” he said.

Royce started up the truck and pulled out onto the road, “That’s a good boy!” he said as he tossed the butt of his cigar out the window, headed home.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Meyers and Sons Paint and Auto Body - Chapter 4

Meyers and Sons Paint and Auto Body
By Papa Werebear and Ursus Major

Chapter 4
The room is dark, with only the flickering light from the monitor casting a dim glow. The gym/dungeon has no windows to let in light. Royce grunts as he sips from a glass of whiskey and then pulls deeply on the half smoked cigar. It's early, but Royce thinks, 'What the hell?' The front of his sweats are sopping with the precum he has been pumping out over the last several hours as he watches the images on the monitor. He scratches at his two day old stubble. It is dense and has grown so fast that it is no longer like sand paper and feels soft to the touch. How he wished he could grow his beard out.

For long years, he has run manufactured images in his mind as he jacked off; images of men who changed into furry beasts, and coupled with each other with the sexual abandon of beasts who’ve given themselves over to their powerful lusts. There were fleeting stories that were told and then somehow forgotten by others, eye witness accounts that were sensational, and then just faded away, never to be followed up on; but somehow those stories clung to Royce’s mind and would not let go; either that, or he couldn't let them go. Stories that aroused him in ways that no other, real, porn ever did. Royce does not understand how others can so easily forget or dismiss these stories when he never can. The first werewolf movie he saw is still as fresh in his mind as the night he saw it as a young boy of thirteen, at a local theater. Royce puffs on the cigar held in the corner of his mouth and sips again from the tumbler, and remembers the tingle he felt in his pubescent crotch; the surge of blood that had given him his first true ejaculation and how he left the theater embarrassed, his coat held over his crotch because he’d cum in his pants after the third transformation scene. Another sip, another puff, exhaling slowly; he recalls the obsession that grew with each book or magazine article about were creatures he had been able to find and read... and covet. He still had them all, locked in his strongbox in his dungeon. He watched hairy boys and men in locker rooms in school and later in the police academy and at the station, hoping somehow that one would betray himself and transform.

He has collected artifacts, carefully assembling his collection over the years. The very first fetish he had found was a small quartzite carving of a stylized bear he had seen in an old antique shop that was next to the barbershop where he was sent to get his hair cut every three weeks. Bears appealed to Royce. In his mind, they symbolized power and masculinity. He had picked up the little carving and immediately felt a kind of tingling pull. It had been warm in his hand, but when he tried to put it down, he had felt oddly unable to do so. He used the money he'd been given for a haircut to purchase the item. He'd told his parents a lie about having lost the money.

Royce carried the fetish with him in his pocket throughout the rest of that school year. He sometimes carries it now. The odd thing was that, when he would come across some other object that caught his eye (often, but not always, something to do with bears), he could almost instantly tell if it was 'worthy' or not. Nearly always, there was no tingle, no pull. But a few times there had been the same reaction that he had felt the first time. Royce trusts this feeling for some reason. He doesn't understand exactly what the feeling means, or why it is so rarely present, but he trusts it. He made up stories to go along with the items, or at least thought he made them up. Somehow, these 'stories' are real. So, at home, he has a case with six mismatched objects that do not look at all like they belong together or are of any great value. But each gives him a warm feeling when he passes by, or when he handles them. Perhaps it is these object that keep his memories of the old stories fresh and clear in his mind.

Royce thinks he is strange, even twisted, but then dismisses the thought. He drains the tumbler, puffs on his stub of a cigar and smiles. Royce now knows that the stories he remembered, and drew mental pictures to illustrate, are real. He sees the proof in the video file he runs and re-runs, jockeying back and forth to replay the moments when the men in the shop transform. He has marked the interesting parts of the file and deleted the remainder, giving himself a nearly two hour concentrated dose of werebear porn. He desperately wants to open his pants and touch himself, but he is strong and resists the nearly overwhelming urge. He is strong, he can control himself... when he wants to. He teaches his boys that control, makes them practice. It's like edging; and it will make his release, when he allows it to himself, all the more explosive, powerful and satisfying.

And he wants, more than ever, now that he knows it is real and possible, to join with these men, to be changed by them, to be joined to them, to become one like them... and then give that precious gift to his own boys. In his mind he envisions his sons growing and changing as the bear within them grows and fills them with ursine power and he feels the pride of a father watching his son grow to full manhood and the arousal of a man besotted with the transformation of man into bear.

His boys are out, Robbie at a once a month Saturday class, Tyler running errands; groceries, hardware store, mailing letters and a trip to the sex shop because he’s been especially good and could pick out a toy for himself. Adam is out as well, picking up parts that have arrived on back order at the auto supply for Daddy and doing some research at the public library for a paper due the next week in one of his classes. A good Daddy keeps track of his boys' school work, even when they were becoming more their own men; Adam wasn't there yet and still needed reminding about his academic responsibilities. Royce smiles again at the thought of his strong sons growing up to be just like their Daddy.

Royce reaches for the bottle, but stops as he hears noise from upstairs. A key in the lock, and then steps in the room above. It is a lighter tread than either Tyler or Robbie would have with their heavier frames, so Adam, then. Royce sets the bottle back and gets out of the chair, his sweatpants plastered to his crotch and thighs. He goes to the door and opens it and calls to Adam.

“Son, come down here.” He waits at the open door, knowing that Adam will come to the stairs and partway down, and wait to be asked again. Royce has taught all his sons that the dungeon is Daddy's place. The boys are often down there, for play or for workouts with the weights; but always by invitation. This has been especially impressed on Adam and Daddy has been very pleased by how absolutely obedient Adam is; ALWAYS respecting the very letter of the rules set forth.

Adam stops a couple of stairs from the bottom and looks at Royce. “Yes, Daddy, Sir... what can I do for you?”

“You can come in, son. This will be just you and me this time. Strip.” Adam quickly sheds his clothes, his cock thickening with anticipation. He loved alone time with his Daddy. He has grown to like times with Robbie and Tyler together with his Daddy, but time with Daddy alone was truly special in his mind. He comes close to Royce and gently strokes his belly and chest, then gently sucks on one of Royce's nips around the straps of the black tank top, just as Daddy likes.

“Ah, that's so good, son.” Daddy sighs. “Take my shirt off.” Adam complies, lifting the tank off over Daddy's head and laying it aside. Royce hugs Adam and kisses him, then pushes him down to his knees. “See all that wet there? That's my precum. I've been waiting for you to come home, to take care of me. Suck that. Suck it all out of the cloth.” Adam bends to his task, sucking the still-sweet nectar from his Daddy's sweats. After Adam has gotten all he could from the fabric, Royce raises his boy to his feet.

“Were the parts all there? All correct?” Adam nods, looking directly at his Daddy. “How about the paper, you got all your research done?” Again, Adam nodded.

“One of the librarians helped me get a couple of extra sources, and found an article that will be a big help. I printed that out and took notes on the others. I'm ready to write everything up.”

“Good boy. When's the paper due?”


“Good. You're a good boy, son. Daddy's proud of you.” Adam glowed, and looked at his Daddy with love in his eyes. “Now, Daddy needs to give you his seed.” Adam, naked, looked expectantly at his Daddy.

“Where should I be, Daddy?”

“On the bench, I think, strapped down and completely immobile.” The padded fuck bench next to the desk is something that Royce built shortly after Robbie and Tyler had come to live with him. It is made of wood, sanded smooth and urethaned, with padding and leather covering. It was part of his boy’s duties to care for all the leather furniture and gear in the house, which included cleaning up the bench after sessions. The bench consisted of a main, fairly broad surface that the fuckee would lay his belly and chest on. It is sloped slightly, so that one end was higher than the other. At either side of the higher end are two smaller platforms that the fuckee would put their knees on, raising their rump to the exact height of Royce's crotch as he is standing behind them. Everything was adjustable to accommodate different sizes, and Adam had immediately began adjusting the bench as soon as Royce had told him he was to be fucked. There were stout leather restraints for the fuckee. Daddy, having strapped his son in, kicks off his sweats, places himself behind as Adam, and raises his ass a little more on the bench. Royce retrieves a leather hood from the wall and puts it over Adam’s head, partially for the young man’s pleasure and, more importantly, so Adam will not see what’s playing on the monitor.

“Daddy’s gonna put on some porn while he fucks, son. I’ve been thinking about doing to you what’s on this video for a very long time,” Royce says and squeezes out a huge glob of precum onto the boy’s pucker, rubbing it around with his cock head. “DAMN, you've got a pretty ass!” He leans over and puts one hand on each of Adam's butt cheeks and separates them. He leans in and begins laving the pink pucker with his tongue, tickling and teasing, licking his own sweet precum from the hole.

This is a reward for Adam, for having gotten his research done and having checked the order contents at the auto place for accuracy before coming home. He knows how much Adam enjoys the tongue teasing and how excited it gets him. Before he enters his boy, he reaches over and adjusts the monitor screen so he can see the images clearly. He starts the recording again, playing the scene where the men change into bears, and Big Ron comes in and fucks the young man so masterfully. He turns his attention to his son's ass, smacking first one cheek then the other with his open palm, before slowly entering, pushing in slowly, an inch at a time, savoring the feel of pressure and heat. He pulls back out, all the way; then repeats the slow entry, feeling the ridge of his cock for the pucker open, then pop inside. All the while, he is watching the men in the video, having their way with the young man. Without audio, he has to imagine the sounds, but he is well capable of that as he has watched and re-watched it over and over since this morning. 'It almost looks like some sort of initiation,' he thinks. 'It's not a rape, the kid is too willing, too into it. Besides, I see him around the place in nearly all the videos, he must work there.' Royce slowly picks up speed in his own fucking of his boy while he watches.

The video unreels, each bear taking his place behind the young man in the sling. Daddy Royce has controlled himself, edging inside his boy, slowing down and backing off when he came close to cumming. Finally, Royce's favorite scene arrives. The white grizzly that is Big Ron steps up to the plate, pauses, then sheathes his member deep in the man in the sling. Royce feels his own tip flare at the sight, and his own load, primed and enlarged by the long session of edging earlier, beginning to boil up in his balls. He strives to match his own increasing pounding of Adam to Big Ron's pummeling of the guy in the sling. The sight of all the bears, jacking, feeding their meat to the man in the sling, gushing their werebear seed into his waiting throat, stroking Ron's fur while he fucks, it’s incredibly arousing, driving him on to his own climax.

Royce fears that he won't be able to hold on and will shoot before Ron does in the recording. He struggles to pace himself. Finally the moment arrives and he sees Ron throw back his great bear head in preparation for his moment of breeding triumph. Royce lets his self-control drop, and feels his load rush up his shaft and pulse out into his boy. He cannot hear Big Ron's roars, but his own are timed with the motions he sees on the screen. He holds on to Adam's shoulders as he shoves in one last time, shooting the last of his load. He collapses, spent and sweating, onto Adam's back.

“Oh FUCK… OH FUCK… that was HOT! So FUCKING… HOT!” Royce growls in between near-breathless panting.

Adam is smiling broadly in the hood. He doesn't know what his Daddy has been watching, but obviously has enjoyed himself greatly, and that makes Adam happy. He squeezes his Daddy's cock with his ass ring and butt cheeks, to give him a few last moments of pleasure until he pulls out.

Royce pulls out and wipes his cock on Adam's butt cheeks. He shuts the monitor off and removes Adam's hood. He unfastens the restraining belts and then helps Adam up. He embraces his boy, hugging him tight. “You should go shower up, son, after you've cleaned the bench. I'll fix us something for lunch in a bit.” Adam does as he is bid, and Royce quietly shuts down the video camera feeds. He has a lot to think about.

Later that evening, after his boys had played some while he had watched, Royce sends them off to bed, while he continues to mull over what he had seen on the recordings. He now knows that werebears are real. There was no doubt about that; and that fact had led him to actively think about planning something he had only fantasized about up until now.

As a young man, he had wished for, yearned for, one thing... that were creatures would be real, and that he could become one, no matter the cost. He obsessed. He could, in clearer moments, even admit that to himself. As an adult, he had never quite let go of the fantasy. Now, watching the video file yet again, he knew is long-hoped-for goal could actually happen. Fully hard, Royce is stroking himself idly while he begins mental work on his plan. It is only an outline at this point, but he is beginning to flesh in details. His memories of the past aide him in this.

The first artifact he had found, the small quartzite bear fetish, had exerted a strange power over him. The pleasant tingle it produced when he carried it in his pocket had led him to take it with him when he went to the old antique stores and flea markets his parents had made part of their weekend routine. On the rare occasions he had come across something that gave him a signal, he would return on his own later the next week and further examine the object. If it was worthy, he would acquire it.

The most exciting but mysterious find had been an old carved wooden chest, or more correctly, the manuscript within the chest. He had found it not long after he’d graduated from the academy and was still a rookie. He’d returned mid-week to the shop where he had felt the tingling pull the previous weekend. Each time he had walked past the chest, he felt the pull, but could see no object that would account for it. The fetish had never lied to him before, but he was frankly stumped. The owner, having observed Royce's pacing up and down the aisle, had come over. “Something I can help you with?”

“Um, no, I guess not. Wait... does this open?” Royce had said, pointing to the carved wooden chest on the floor.

“I'm not sure, I think it does. I have the key somewhere, we can try it.” The owner went to a cluttered desk at the back of the shop and soon returned with an old, rusty key. “This is what the old woman gave me when we cleared her attic. I've not tried it, but she said it was for the trunk. Let's see.” The owner knelt and fitted the key to the lock. At first the key stubbornly refused to turn in the lock. He was about to give up when finally the key turned. The hasp sprang open. Inside was a jumble of papers and old, worn books. As soon as Royce put his hands onto the chest, the tingle grew strong and persistent.

“I'll take it.”

At home, in the garage, he had emptied the contents which were really of no interest to him. He searched through the papers and there was nothing that would indicate special value. Yet the tingle persisted. Perhaps it was the wooden chest itself that was valuable. He looked it over, but there was nothing seemingly important about it. It was a beautifully carved box, looked to be made of rosewood too, with a rather handsome geometric design made of mother of pearl inlay. He cleaned it up, put some wax on it, placed the other items he’d collected in it and set it aside. Perhaps he’d have time to give it a more detailed inspection the following weekend.

As it turned out, it would be more than a month until he could get inspect the box. Being a rookie and low man on the totem pole, he was assigned graveyard weekend shifts and filled in for other deputies while they took vacation. This messed with his sleep rhythms and left him little time for his hobbies, including his growing interest in leather, BDSM and fine tobacco.

Occasionally he’d pass by the chest and think about inspecting it, but it seemed there was always something else making demands of his time.

Eventually Royce got a weekend off, he’d planned on spending it with a Daddy that was training him to be a Daddy, but some of his Daddy’s friends from out of town had stopped by and were taking him out of town, so he’d canceled and rescheduled.

As Royce sat in his leather recliner in his basement playroom, enjoying a cigar, some whiskey and bear porn, he felt the tingle again. He looked over at the chest that had gone ignored for a month or more. He got up and pulled the chest over to him, unlocked and opened it. He pulled his collected items out of the chest, setting them one by one on the coffee table next to the ashtray with his cigar. He retrieved his cigar, stuffed it to the side of his mouth and began examining the chest in earnest.

After a while, he noticed that a panel of the mother of pearl design on the front of the chest, moved and realized that what he had was, essentially, a puzzle box.

“This could be entertaining…” he muttered to himself as he began moving more panels on the front of the chest. Eventually he moved all the pieces into a different configuration and when the last piece moved to complete the new design he heard a ‘click’. A small spring loaded drawer popped open with a small key inside. Further, moving the last panel revealed keyhole.

He quickly put the second key into the keyhole and turned it. He heard something release inside of the chest. A spring loaded panel had lifted inside the box to revealing a false bottom.

Inside there was a manuscript and now he knew the source of the tingling. The manuscript was the worthy piece had caused the tell-tale tingling pull. He took it out of the box and felt the tingle/pull strongly, almost painfully. He moved over to a table in the corner of his playroom, turned on a light and began inspecting it. Pasted to several of the pages were sheets from an obviously much older book, with strange runic writing that Royce had never seen the like of. The hand-written notes were difficult to decipher, but at least they were in English, or at least the bulk of them appeared to be. 'Probably a translation’ Royce had thought at the time.  Fearful of thieves stealing his treasure, he stored his collection in the false bottom and returning the box to the configuration that hid the secret keyhole, he took the manuscript up to his study and began what would be a several years-long effort to transcribe the contents of the yellowed pages.

Royce opens his eyes from his nostalgic reverie and reaches for the notebook he keeps in the lower drawer of his desk. He pulls out the binder and once again leafs through the pages. Over the years he has painstakingly translated the original runes and compared them with the notes the unknown author had added in his own hand. That author had made some critical mistakes in translation, mistakes that had almost certainly lead that person astray. Royce's translation made much more sense, at least as far as Royce was concerned.

The original pages had been a mishmash of fantastical remedies and their recipes, and charms against were creatures. The ancient writing had spoken of certain objects that could be fashioned to subdue and control various were creatures, but especially werebears. Some of the directions were patently impossible to carry out (how exactly was someone supposed to obtain the toenail of a hippogriffe immediately after it had given birth?), but others described more straightforward and practical procedures. Most important were the descriptions of the objects' physical appearances.

Up until now, Royce has regarded his work in translating the manuscript as something like an entertaining hobby, a way of indulging his closely held fantasies. But now that he knows such creatures actually exist, his mind makes the leap from dream to literal plan. Searching through the pages that he already knew by heart, he verifies what he has suspected. Among his collection there were three objects in particular that he could make use of... very effective use.

One was a medallion/amulet made of silver with a Nordic art bear chained to a carved stone. An inscription on the back written in the runic script similar to that found in the manuscript was apparently, when translated correctly, specific to werebears and would prevent the creature form making the transformation from human to bear. It had been mistranslated as a ‘bear keeper’ medallion and was thought to have been worn by someone who used to keep chained bears for bear baiting and indeed, some of the ones that looked like this from the early medieval era were indeed worn by men who had performing bears or bears that were used in bear wrestling and bear baiting shows. Royce shook his head in disgust, thinking about that barbaric page in human history and also chuckled to himself, thinking that those medallions were probably copies of ones like this, without the true intent worked into the amulet.

Another, a wide copper bracelet set with garnets, amber, and amethyst and spirals in bas relief, would speed up the user's first transformation from human to any form of were, shortening the time frame from four months or so to about one week.

Finally, there was one that was quite obviously a cock ring. It wasn’t made of anything out of the ordinary, certainly not precious metals. It was a simple bronze ring with some rather impressively hung bears engraved into it cavorting in sexual abandon in some interesting positions. It had been listed as a fertility bracelet, but Royce knew what it really was. Through his translations of the manuscript, he’d learned this device was supposed to have been meant for werebear fertility rites. As Royce had interpreted the writings it would increase the production of werebear seed.

Royce had worn the cock ring in private on occasion, had even bred his cubs with it on while they were hooded. It did seem to increase how much cum he pumped into his boy but perhaps that was fantasy. It certainly was not as much of an enhancement as the text had said, but now that he knew werebears were real, he thought perhaps it worked best on werebears with only minor improvements for humans.

Over the last couple of years, the desire to see his treasures daily has overcome his fear of theft.  'Besides, they look ordinary enough,' he reasons.  Only he knows that very item in his collection would have had some use or purpose in dealing with werebears, or at least some form of were. But the ones that would find use in Royce's plan were those special  three; the silver amulet, the copper bracelet and bronze cock ring. Royce walks to the cabinet, opens the glass door, and removes the three objects and then carefully places them on his desk and sits down, to begin planning in earnest.