Werebear

Blind Date

I jumped, startled. I must have dozed off, not a good idea on these long nights.

The bear had moved his attention away from the chains to the frame that they held him to. He was trying to bend or break it. Were it wooden, he would have succeeded, but this frame was steel. Heavy steel, and reinforced. He wasn’t going anywhere. When I noticed that I had awoken with a boner I heard him laugh through his gag. He moaned and my dick got even stiffer, reaching that delicious point where it was so hard it was painful. I rubbed it involuntarily and heard him moan again in response.

“Nope, we can’t have any of that.” I stood up and looked him in the eye. The beast knew me well. He knew that, though my body was not as strong as his, my will was. I stared him down until he relented and turned away. “That’s right, and don’t you forget who’s in charge.” As I said this, I roughly forced his face up and caught his eyes again. “You got that?” he tried to turn away, but I wouldn’t release him. “You got that!” He nodded. “Good.”

I returned to my chair. I wasn’t really very good at the whole domination thing. I’ve always been much more passive but, being the bear’s keeper had required me to acquire a whole new set of skills. I still wasn’t great at it, but I was learning.

* * *

We quickly settled into a routine. The boys essentially moved in with me and life went on pretty much unchanged. I didn’t go out in the evening as much as I used to, but we had each other’s company at home and found ways to entertain ourselves. Unfortunately, sex was not a part of this routine, which was very disappointing. Not only disappointing, but difficult as well. My sex drive was continuing to increase. The biker seemed to be pushing me harder and harder. I did my best to hold out, but sometimes I just couldn’t resist, and when the boys were asleep, I would pound one out quietly, under the sheets or in the bathroom. It was like being a teenager again and hiding your constant state of arousal from your parents. If the boys caught me, they would do their best to stop me. Once they even threw me into a cold shower.

Despite their charge to keep me from any kind of sexual activity, they both had dicks of their own. My constant arousal had its effects on them. More than once I woke up to the sounds of them jerking off on the sofa bed in the middle of the night. Of course, this was irresistible, and I would start stroking my own cock. I’m sure they heard, but they usually didn’t acknowledge it. Nor did they try to stop me. I guess they figured that they had started it, so it wasn’t right to deny me the very thing they needed. Only once did they sit up and remove the covers so I could watch. I returned the favor, and we spent a good 45 minutes watching each other edge ourselves in the dim glow of the apartment.

The urge was not limited to nighttime or home. Work became a battlefield. I was constantly trying to keep my perpetual boner from startling my co-workers. Of course, my two gay co-workers noticed immediately, and after a few days actually asked about it. I made up something about a medical condition and told them it was nothing to worry about, it was just kind of embarrassing. They accepted this, making only the occasional joke, but always out of earshot of anyone else. I found myself taking more frequent and longer bathroom breaks than usual. I didn’t usually reach climax there, but just taking a minute to stimulate myself was its own kind of relief. I did cum a couple of times, when I was so horned up, I couldn’t see straight, but because I was so horny, it only took a minute to take myself over the edge.

During this time, the boys and I got very close. Work was no longer the main focus of my life, and despite the presence of one or the other of them at my workplace every day, I couldn’t wait to get home where we could really interact. We spent a lot of time getting to know each other and learning how to annoy each other. Twinkle-Toes’ humor kept us sane and grounded, and I discovered that Starlight had some real talent in the kitchen. Our one guilty pleasure took place every night just before bed. We made a habit of sharing a long and sensuous good night kiss before lights out. They were both great kissers and I spent every evening in anticipation of this ritual. While I enjoyed kissing Starlight, Twinkle-Toes really got under my skin. I’ve always preferred hairy men, and his cub-like demeanor was just too cute for words. That plus his playfulness drew me to him, but it was his tongue that sealed the deal. When he kissed me, he took his time, using his lips to explore, not just my lips, but also my neck, my ears, my nose, my eyes, my chin. It was all so sensual. But when his tongue got involved it was like an earthquake. My first experience kissing him had brought me to orgasm almost instantly, so I should have been more cautious, but once he slipped that tongue into my mouth it was as if he were kissing my very soul, Time stopped and nothing else mattered. Sometimes I would take the lead, forcing his head back and driving my tongue into his mouth as if I were fucking it, He seemed to relish this as well, lying back and enjoying my attempts to copy his technique. This always produced the hardest boner of the day for me and had a similar effect on each of the boys. Twinkle-Toes always got so turned on by kissing, and Starlight really did enjoy watching after all.

After a couple weeks of this we were all getting pretty stir crazy, and the boys were suffering from the bluest balls either of them could remember. Sniff stepped in and offered to give the boys a break. He told them to head back to the retreat center and he would stay with me for a few days, giving them a chance for some much-needed frolicking. “I’m taking you out tonight,” he said after they were gone. “I have someone I want you to meet.” I was intrigued. He wouldn’t say more than the guy was an old friend and he thought we might hit it off. He also told me to wear something tight, something that would highlight my assets.

On the drive to the restaurant he remained tight lipped, only saying that, while he suspected that there was a whole lot more masturbating going on than I was admitting to, he was impressed with the strength of will I had shown in resisting the constant pressure to fuck. “Tonight’s your night to let loose,” he confided as we arrived. “I know this guy, he’s safe, so just let yourself go with the flow, if you like him, that is.” I was puzzled by this sudden reversal from Sniff, but I had come to trust him, so I allowed myself to be grateful for even the possibility of sex, and left it at that.

He was already waiting when we arrived. He stood and hugged Sniff warmly and offered me a congenial handshake, not wanting to be too forward. I liked him instantly. He was quiet and polite and had an air of subtle confidence that put me at ease. He wasn’t strikingly handsome or sexy, just average looks, but well put together. The meal came and went, accompanied by unremarkable conversation, and I slowly grew more aroused throughout.

Before desert, my ‘date’, who Sniff had introduced as Stevie, excused himself and headed for the bathroom. I don’t think he really needed it, rather I think he was giving me an opportunity to talk to Sniff alone so I could bow out gracefully if I wanted. “Well? How do you like him?” Sniff asked quietly as he moved out of earshot.

“He’s nice,” I responded. “Not exactly my type, but I’d let him fuck me.”

Sniff smiled. “You deserve it, you’ve worked so hard over the last few weeks. I can tell he likes you, so I’ll pretend I got an urgent message and excuse myself when he gets back. You go have fun.”

“What?” It all seemed too easy and it was moving so fast. But I had to admit that I had spent a good bit of the evening visualizing Stevie’s dick, wondering if he was cut or uncut, wondering how much body hair he had. I had a raging boner, but that was not particularly unusual at this point. “But what about…?”

“Don’t worry,” he reassured. “you’ll be safe with Stevie. Believe it or not, he can really take care of himself if he needs to. And I can still keep an eye on you as well. I know where he lives. I’ll stay in the car near his house. If there is a problem, just call my cell and I will be there pronto”

When Stevie returned, sniff made his apologies and winked at me as he left. At first, I sat in awkward silence, but Stevie soon had put me at ease again, making me laugh. The defining moment came when, covering my hand with his as he steadied my glass to pour a little more wine, he made eye contact with me and allowed it to linger for way too long.

Then quietly he got to the point. “Do you want to come to my place for a nightcap?” Oldest line in the book, but I didn’t care. I was so hot it was going to be difficult to leave the dining room without making a scene. Then as if he knew what I was thinking, he offered me his jacket. “Would you mind carrying this for me? It’s getting a bit warm in here and I think I dropped something in the bathroom. Meet you in the parking lot?”

I was so grateful to have something to obscure my excitement. I accepted it with gratitude and headed for the door. He simply said, “All set.” upon exiting, and allowed me to continue carrying his coat as we headed for his car. Once inside I laid his jacket on my lap and waited for him to start the engine. He sat for a moment, looking at my lap, and said, “No need for that anymore.” With a smile he reclaimed his jacket, and, contemplating my prominent bulge, said, “I thought so.”

“You knew? But...”

“I could see it growing all night.” He leaned over and gently kissed me on the cheek. “So, shall we see what we can do about it?”

I nodded and we drove to his place.