23
"You sure you don't want to just wait until after they get here?" I asked.
We had finally got the last of my books loaded up. Hadn't really realized how much stuff I had accumulated over the years. We had made several trips to the lake and had cleared out most of the knickknacks and crap.
The problem was, Mike and Cliff were supposed to be there some time today. Paul thought that since it was my house, I ought to be there when they arrived.
"You'll be fine. Not sure how long I'll be. Don't worry," he said and backed his truck out of the garage.
Really about all we had left were some of my clothes and my leathers. Didn't think it would take long to pack them up, so figured I better take the opportunity to get some yard work done. Just because I might be leaving it, didn't mean I didn't care how it looked. I had it mowed and was finishing the edging when a pickup towing a rental trailer pulled up, followed by a Jeep towing a pair of motorcycles.
A big blond bear got out of the Jeep and walked up to me.
"God damn," I thought. "Looks like a fucking Viking."
And he did. His long beard was split into two braids and a single thick braid ran down his back.
"Hi," he said, grinning, holding out his hand. "I'm hoping you're Brian."
"That would be me," I said, returning his handshake. His hands were rough and callused, obviously no stranger to hard work.
"I'm Cliff and he's Mike," he said jerking his head toward the pickup. "He's on the phone. Think he's talking to Paul."
I waved at Mike and he waved back.
"Wow!" Cliff said, taking in the house and grounds. "This is really nice. Are you sure about letting us rent this?"
"Well, from what Paul tells me, I'm going to have to kind of disappear," I said.
"Yeah, know what you mean. Went through that not too long ago," he said, giving me a reassuring grin.
"So, Mike said he a mechanic. What kind of work do you do?" I asked, heading into the back yard to put my equipment away.
"Used to own a landscaping business," he replied. "Haven't really started...."
He stopped as we stepped through the gate.
"Like it?" I said, grinning as he looked around, mouth hanging open.
"Wow!" he breathed.
"My first husband was a landscaper, too. Been trying to keep the grounds up, but...."
"Doing pretty good if you ask me," he said with a nod.
I looked at him, the wheels turning.
"Think I could get you to take care of things, at least for a while? I'd make it worth your while."
"That could be arranged," he said with a wink.
The drive was becoming kind of routine. I got there, glad he had dug out a hand cart. Boxes of books are heavy, even for us. He had marked the boxes for which rooms he wanted them in. He had several boxes marked for his studio. Was quite tempted to open some of those. He claimed he used those magazines for figure studies, but I still had to laugh at his expression as we'd boxed them all up.
The boxes of DVDs were lighter, mostly going to the livingroom. One box indicated it should go to the bedroom. As if we needed any inspiration there.
I was just getting the last load in when my phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Paul. It's Mike. Just wanted to let you know we made it."
"Great! So what do you think?"
"I just want to know if the bear in the front yard comes with the house?" he said, lust clear in his voice.
I glanced out the window at the sculpture in front of the cabin, then laughed when I realized what he was talking about.
"No, that one's mine."
We shared a laugh.
"Seriously, think he's open to some play."
"Dunno. Why don't you ask him?"
"Ask him? Where's the fun in that?" he said evilly.
"Mike! I don't know if that's a good idea," I said urgently. I'd seen what he was capable of.
"Don't worry. I won't hurt him. Much," he said, hanging up with a wicked chuckle.
"Think I'm more worried about him hurting you," I said to the phone. "Though might be just what you need."
The sound of running feet came from behind us and Mike came jogging through the gate. He had dark red hair covered in a battered ball cap, and a thick goatee. He gave a low whistle, taking in the back yard, his eyes settling on me.
"Really nice," he said with a grin.
"Thanks. Sorry I'm such a mess," I said, wiping my forehead on my sleeve. "Wasn't sure what time you'd be here."
"Looks good to me," Mike leered.
"Do you want to see the place first, or start moving stuff in?" I asked, somewhat uneasy.
I don't know what it was, but I was getting a bad vibe from Mike, though Cliff seemed nice enough. Maybe it was the fact they were both significantly bigger than me. I tried to shrug it off.
"Maybe see some more first," Mike said, licking his lips. Cliff elbowed him.
"Sorry about the mess," I said. "Kinda of in the process of moving out. Didn't know what kind of furniture you had, so was going to see if you wanted any of it."
"That'd be great," Cliff said. "Don't really have a lot of the big stuff. All things considered, we're just starting out."
"That's cool. Less for us to move," I grinned. "There's three bedrooms upstairs, full bath up there, too. There's a half bath on this floor. Full basement," I paused, deciding to wait to show them the real basement.
I helped them bring their stuff in, Mike never missing a chance to brush up against me.
"I'm going to jump in the shower real quick and I'll see about getting us something for lunch."
Mike stepped up behind me, wrapping his arms around me, grabbing my dick, mauling my pecs.
"Maybe I'll start with you," he sneered.
I had a moment to take in the shocked look on Cliff's face, before I simply reacted. I kicked back, my boot heel connecting with his shin. His grip loosened and I drove my elbow into his gut, knocking the breath out of him. I pulled away and struck at the nerve cluster behind his left ear. His eyes rolled back into his head and he dropped to the floor with a thud.
Cliff and I looked at each other, his hands raising cautiously.
"Brian, I am so sorry. I don't know why he did that," he said. "Well, maybe I do, but that doesn't excuse it."
"What?" I said, trying to regain my sense of balance.
"Ever since Paul told us that you like it rough, Mike's been excited about hooking up with you. I've tried to explain rough doesn't mean rape."
"He does that to you?" I said, fists clenching.
He gave me a lopsided smile.
"You can't rape the willing," he said. "I was...I used to be into the whole S&M scene. Think it intrigues him, but he doesn't know as much about it as I do. You don't just attack someone like that."
"No. No you don't."
"I'll get our stuff and we'll get out," he began.
"No," I said, an idea sprouting in my mind. "I like you. Besides, you're family. But I do think he needs to learn a lesson," I said, a wicked plan sprouting.
"What do you have in mind?" Cliff said, beginning to grin.
"Let's get him downstairs. I think you'll really like the basement."
We got him down to the basement and into my...playroom? Dungeon? Whatever you want to call it.
"This just keeps getting better and better," Cliff said, looking around eyes agleam.
"Give me a hand getting his clothes off," I said, untying his boots. We draped his naked body over one of the benches.
"If he shifts, he'll break out," Cliff warned.
"Trust me. I've thought of that," I grinned, holding up a simple device. "The cuffs will take some stretching, but if he tries too hard, I'm betting this'll bring him back down."
Cliff's eyes grew wide and he chuckled as I attached it around Mike's nuts.
"You've done this before," he said.
"Well, not exactly this, but the concept should work. And the way this is built, he shouldn't be able to get enough leverage to break out."
I ran upstairs and snagged some of my leathers, glad I hadn't packed them yet.
Cliff watched in amusement as I donned my outfit. Chaps, vest, harness, even my hood.
"Damn," Cliff said. "Paul didn't do you justice. What do you want me to do?"
I held up a can of grease.
"Don't want him to know we're ready, now do we?"
I got Cliff tied into the web, making sure Mike would be able to see him.
"Sure you're up to this?" I asked him.
"Oh, yeah," he said with a grin.
"Just don't start laughing or you'll set me off and ruin the whole thing. Just remember the safe word's 'mouse'."
"Don't worry. Done this kind of thing before," he replied with a grin.
I ran my hand through the thick blond fur covering his chest.
"Think we're both going to enjoy this," I growled. "Ready?"
He nodded, clearing his expression, making his body appear limp.
I walked over to where Mike was tied down and threw a bucket of cold water in his face. He shook his head, squinting up at me. He struggled at his bindings, but as I knew, he wasn't going anywhere.
"What's the matter, Mikey?" I said in a condescending voice. "Did you think you could just have your way with me because you're bigger than me?"
I patted the strap holding his gag in place.
He grunted and grumbled at me, then his muscles began to writhe, hair beginning to sprout across his face. This was the only thing I was mildly worried about, but suddenly his eyes bulged out and with a strangled whine he fell back down, fully human.
"My, maybe you are smarter than you look," I said sweetly. "I've got you by the balls. Literally. You go bear, you get castrated."
I looked at him thoughtfully.
"Wonder if they'd grow back," I pondered out loud. "Don't know if you'd really like to try and find out. Besides, I've got something else to make you behave."
I stepped out of the way and he could see Cliff's naked body hanging from the chain and leather web. A look of real fear, filled his eyes.
"That's a good boy," I said, patting him on the head. "Let me show you how you should have behaved."
I sauntered over to cliff, letting him take in my leather clad body. I turned so he could get a good view of my dick. Fortunately, Mr. Hyde had decided to get in on the act.
I reached up to run my fingers across Cliff's cheek.
"Cliff. Oh, Cliffy," I said loudly.
His eyes fluttered open, then widened, as if in fear.
Yeah, he was good.
"What...what's going on," he said.
"Well, your papa thinks he can just take what he wants. I think he needs to learn some manners. And you're going to help me."
The only thing about this scene out of place was his dick. It was as hard as a rock. It was pointing toward the ceiling with a pronounced upward curve, the pointed head poking out of his thick foreskin. I licked my lips and winked at him. The corners of his mouth twitched, but he gave no other sign.
I glared back at Mike. I could smell his sweat from across the room and my dick began to drip.
"This is how it should have gone," I said, holding his gaze a moment before turning back to Cliff.
"I think you're really hot," I said to the blond bear hanging in front of me. "I'd really like to play with you. May I?"
Cliff nodded and I looked back at Mike.
"See how easy that was?" I asked as I walked around to stand behind the web. I had positioned Cliff so his ass was easily accessible. I thrust my arms through the gaps of the web, lightly running my hands around Cliff's furry torso.
"Mmmm, you feel so good," I growled, looking directly into Mike's eyes. "I'd really like to fuck your hairy ass. May I?"
"Please!" Cliff groaned, writhing against his restraints.
I pressed up against him, letting him feel my dick against his ass, the studs on my harness pressing into his flesh. I pulled an arm back out and grabbed my dick, aiming it for his hole.
"You okay?" I whispered in his ear.
He gave an imperceptible nod and groaned as I pushed into his greased hole. I ran my fingers through his chest fur, finding his nipples.
"Like this?" I asked, pinching his tits.
I think his grunts meant yes, so I twisted them harder. He moaned and his ass clenched around my cock. I began plowing his hole, slowly at first, gradually picking up speed. Have to admit, never really cared for blonds before, but Cliff wasn't exactly like the bleached blond twinks I'm used to seeing around here. He looked even better naked than he did dressed. Dark blond fur covered his stocky body, and his ass...."
"You close?" I panted, licking his ear.
"Not yet," he hissed.
"Sorry, but I am," I warned and with a growl, shot my load up his ass. "Don't worry," I whispered as I pulled out of him, "We're not done yet."
I walked around the web, my cock dripping onto the floor, to stand between Mike and his cub.
"Oh. Looks like your cub hasn't cum yet," I said, glaring at Mike. He was sweating heavily and I noticed a steady stream of pre-cum drooling out of his piss slit.
I turned back to Cliff and mouthed, "Ask me."
"I think you're really hot. May I play with you?"
"Such a sweet offer," I said, looking over my shoulder at Mike. "How could I say no to such a polite bear?"
I shrugged off my vest, letting them have full view of my tattoos. I bent over slowly to unzip my chaps, the ass strap of my harness rubbing roughly against my hole. I took advantage of my position to lick the slime from Cliff's cock head. I stood back up and began unbuckling the straps of my harness. I decided that trying to remove the cockring might take to much effort to remove, so I just unsnapped the straps. I lifted the harness off, pulling the strap along my crack. I stood between them, naked save for my boots.
I smiled at the muffled moans coming from behind me. Cliff's eyes shone, somewhere between lust and amusement.
I stepped onto the web, glad for the reinforced hooks I'd used. I climbed until I could wrap my legs around Cliff's torso. I wrapped my left hand in the straps and reached back with my right hand, guiding his cock toward my hole.
"Oh, baby," Cliff panted, sweat plastering his fur to his body.
With a grunt, I dropped my weight down on him, lodging his cock fully up my ass.
"You okay?" he muttered. In answer I began tonguing his pit, tasting his sweat. I began riding his cock, slowly at first, but rapidly picking up the pace. I had a pretty good idea that Mike could see every movement.
I got back to the house a couple of hours later. I walked in to a welter of boxes.
"Didn't I just clear this out?" I said with a chuckle, then looked around, realizing I didn't hear any noise.
"Hello!" I called, wondering if they'd gone somewhere. But all the vehicles were here. "Brian! Mike! Cliff! Anyone?"
We could hear the door open upstairs and Paul calling. I covered Cliff's ears.
"Basement!" I bellowed.
Cliff started shaking, trying to contain his laughter.
"Stop it!" I hissed. Then I grinned and said, "Hold on."
I hooked my boots in the web behind him, wrapping my legs tighter around him. I released my handholds and fell back. I arched my back, my hands slapping against the padded floor. My eyes rolled back as the curve of his dick brought his head in direct contact with my prostate. The pressure was intense.
I heard a muffled yell coming from below me. I hadn't been to the basement here yet, but I found the door hiding the stairway down. I clomped down the stairs and found a short hallway.
I heard Brian call, "The door on the left."
I opened the door, and stopped short. I knew he had a playroom set up down at the cabin, but this one.... It helped the effect having a couple of hot bears tied up in it. Mikey was immobilized over one of the benches. Cliff was shackled into a leather and chain web. Brian had his legs wrapped around Cliff's waist, back arched, hands flat on the floor. His lats flared out like a cobra's hood, while his cock drool ran up through his belly fur.
"What the fuck's going on?" I laughed, shaking my head, grabbing the door jamb to keep from falling over.
It was one thing to hear him claim he okay with an open relationship. It was another entirely to walk in on something like this. And from the look of things, perhaps I had underestimated him, yet again. It seemed I had only seen his submissive side, but obviously, he had no problem pulling off the dominant either.
"Well," I began, thrusting myself upward, grinding Cliff's cock with my ass, my hard dick flopping against my belly, "Your 'nephew' was a very bad boy. So I decided to teach him some manners."
I tightened my legs, and slowly drew myself back upright. Cliff's eyes were glassy and he was panting heavily. I latched my teeth onto his right tit and bit down, hard. With a roar he filled my ass with his hot bear cum.
"Damn, that's hot," Paul said, stepping up behind me.
"Glad you liked it," I grinned, then said softly, "Help me down."
He lifted me off Cliff's dick as I loosened my legs from around his waist. He set me on my feet as Cliff's cum oozed out of my ass.
"Could you let Cliff down. I'm not quite done with Mike yet," I said softly.
"I told him to just ask," Paul chuckled. "I'm guessing he didn't."
"I've got such a smart Papa," I said, patting his cheek while Cliff chuckled.
As he sauntered toward Mike, cum leaking fore and aft, I knelt to unbuckle Cliff's legs. His dick was to much to resist, reeking of cum and my cub. I sucked him clean and stood to release his wrists. His arms dropped around my shoulders.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah. I really like your cub," he said with a wide grin. "He's lots of fun."
"So I'm starting to find out," I laughed.
I ran my hands down his furry back, my fingertips running along his crack, coming out wet and sticky. I brought my fingers to my lips.
"So he fucked you first?" I said, recognizing its flavor.
"Yep," Cliff said with a grin.
I spun him around, shoving my face into his crack. His chuckles change to grunts as my tongue drilled into his hole.
I turned and stalked toward Mike. I wasn't sure if he had cum, or if he just drooled that much. I squatted down, taking his chin in my hand.
"Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot," I said, reaching under him, letting his cock-snot coat my fingers. "Maybe we can start over." I began licking my fingers.
He nodded and I removed his gag and kissed him.
"Since you're already in the position, may I fuck you?" I grinned savagely.
"Please," he rasped.
I reached back and released his nuts, pulling the cord loose.
"Unfortunately, Mr. H's worn out, so looks like you're left with the Doctor," I said, sitting back, letting him see my swollen cock.
"Holy shit!" he gaped. "You weren't fucking with me," he said, looking toward Paul.
"Told ya," Paul laughed.
"Now, you were still a bad bear, so the Doctor needs to get dressed up."
I stood, pulling the cord below my nuts, tying it once above the base of my cock, then again under it. The already big head swelled to almost twice its normal size. Thick veins popped out in stark relief.
"Jesus," Mike swore.
"Now what are you...?" I began. I stepped up behind him, looking over his shoulder. "Doesn't that hurt?"
He gave me the look and I burst out laughing.
"Oh yeah. I forgot."
Cliff pulled me back into a wet kiss. I felt him beginning to change so I followed suit. My change happened much faster than his, but I've been doing it a lot longer. Soon, though, I was mounting that golden grizzly. I dropped down on him, letting him feel my full weight, but he bore me up well. I pawed at his sides, licking behind his fuzzy ears.
"I think we've got an audience," Cliff rumbled deep in his chest.
I glanced over and saw that Brian had released Mike and had mounted him like I had his cub. With just one little difference. Mike had, perhaps wisely, stayed in human form. He was obviously enjoying that meaty club shoved up his ass. Brian's eyes locked with mine and I read the desire in his eyes. His thrusts became erratic and he suddenly ripped his dick out of Mike's ass. He frantically beat his swollen member, then roared as he blasted off, shooting up past Mike's head, his cum splattering down on Cliff's fur. Cliff lunged forward, straddling Mike's body, his long tongue snaking out to lick Brian's drooling head. Mike pushed up, rubbing his cum covered back against his cub's underside. Cliff's big bear dick, added more to his Papa's back. I bellowed as I unloaded up Cliff's clutching hole. Brian grabbed my ear, pulling my muzzle toward his face. He rubbed his cheek against me, my tongue flicking out, tasting his sweat. I pulled out of Cliff and we began shifting back to human form.
Brian stood and began pulling at the cord tied at the base of his cock, hissing as the rough leather ran against his sensitive flesh.
"Are you sure you're all right?" I asked, somehow both worried and aroused.
"Oh, yeah," he said with a shuddering breath, pulling it loose. With a sigh, a large glob of cum oozed out of his cock. Mike pushed Cliff out of the way to catch it on his tongue.
"Good to the last drop," Mike said with a broad grin, licking his lips.