Werebear

An implicit threat

Sniff was very concerned. Enough so that he showed up at my door not two hours later. “I’m at a loss,” he said, sitting at the breakfast bar. “You didn’t sense any shadows before you went to sleep?”

“Nothing. Of course, I was a little distracted at the time,” I said, grinning at the boys, “But I think I would have noticed.”

“Of course.” He was deep in thought.

After a long silence I asked, “So, what’s the plan?”

Pulled from his reverie, Sniff shook his head. “I honestly don’t know. I can think of three explanations for your inability to sense the shadows this morning. First, you didn’t sense them because you were asleep. Let’s hope that’s all it was. Second, your heightened senses were a temporary effect of the biker’s cum and has now worn off. But third, and let’s hope it’s not this one, they may be able to control when you can and can’t see them. They may have chosen to reveal themselves to you when they surrounded you in the market and may choose to remain unseen unless they want you to know they’re there.”

I thought about this. It was scary to think that they had implanted some sort of weapon in me that they could use to terrorize or manipulate me.

“I wonder,” Sniff began. “it seems that, in the absence of the bear, the biker is the ringleader. Since he is gaining independence from the alpha, might he be using you to build up his strength?”

I didn’t quite understand. “What do you mean?”

“If he has created an energetic bond with you by branding you with his cum, your sexual energy may be feeding him, even from a distance. Tell me, has your libido increased since he fucked you?” Sniff once again placed his hand on mine and closed his eyes. “Just remember your last sexual encounter.”

“Well, besides that dream, we all jerked off together last night, do you want to count masturbation as sex?”

“If it involves sexual energy, yes, any time you are horny.”

I cast my mind back over the last week. Between the harem and the retreat center, there had been a lot more sexual energy in my life since my initial encounter with the bear. The months of sexual frustration that preceded this stood in stark contrast. Never before had I been so comfortable being naked in groups or in public, and before I met the bear, I was much more discriminating about what kinds of sexual activities I would join. “I’m not sure I would mark the shift in my sexual behavior with the biker. It seems like there was a subtle shift after I met the bear.”

Sniff removed his hand, seeming to still be looking inward. “Yes, it is confusing. How much is the biker? How much is the bear? And how much is our ‘corrupting’ influence?” He smiled at this last statement. “You were certainly not a prude before you met the bear, but his influence does seem to have had an effect on you. Whether it is permanent, who can say?”

I didn’t really mind having an increase in my libido, in fact, I quite enjoyed it. “At least one good thing has come of this,” I placed my hand on his. “I met you guys.”

Sniff smiled, “I’m glad we met you as well.” He reached over and gave me a warm hug.

The boys had been quietly preparing lunch and listening as we spoke, but this was too much. Twinkle-Toes rolled his eyes and interrupted, “Oh my god, where’s my violin? Don’t we need some sappy romantic music with this?” the grin on his face made it clear that he felt the same way even if he felt the need for sarcasm.

“Lunch is almost ready,” Starlight ventured. “You are staying, right?” he nudged Sniff in the shoulder. “I took your dietary restrictions into account, so you can eat this.”

Sniff was pleased for the distraction. “Thank you,” he said. “That would be lovely.”

After lunch sniff insisted that the boys should stay. “I’s not safe for you to be alone right now.” Then turning to the boys, “I’ll have a word with Dee Dee. I think one of you should stay with him at all times. I’m sure she will be willing to juggle your schedules to allow that.” I looked at him quizzically, and answering my unspoken question he explained, “Dee Dee is an old friend and has helped me keep an eye on the bear for years now. She knows more than they do,” he said, pointing to the boys. “She can get closer without falling under his influence. So, Would it be a problem if one of them was close by while you work?”

“I don’t think management would have a problem,” I responded, “Although it might be a bit distracting.” I winked at Twinkle-toes as I said this, and I swear, he blushed.

Clearly, I had brought something difficult and disturbing into their quiet lives. It disturbed me that I was the cause of so much disruption. When sniff left, Starlight followed him back to the retreat center. He needed to pick up more clothes and other “supplies”, what ever that meant. I wanted to go for a walk around the city, but since we didn’t want to risk Twinkle-Toes being connected with me, we decided to stay in. I was itching for some physical activity, so I suggested the gym. My building had a room in the basement with various pieces of exercise equipment in it. Most of them had been left behind or donated by previous tenants. It wasn’t much, but it filled the need. I decided I wanted to listen to some music and use the stationary bike. I needed to work through some of the emotions resulting from the last week. Twinkle-Toes understood and kept his distance. He wouldn’t leave me unguarded, though, and he worked out on the other side of the room, using a weight machine.

As I faced the churning mass of fear, anxiety, and regret that bubbled just beneath the surface, the occasional tear escaped, but nothing more. Twinkle-Toes was focused on his own work out, but I had already gotten to know him well enough to know that he would notice. He was exceptionally sensitive, often hiding it behind humor, and I could tell that, like sniff, he was deeply empathetic, and would feel my pain as his own.

The air conditioning was minimal in the basement, and the room quickly became uncomfortably warm. Drenched with sweat, we both removed our shirts fairly quickly. If we had been at the retreat center, we would most likely have worked out naked, but since there was the possibility that someone else from the building might join us, we kept our shorts on. It didn’t really matter, though. As I had predicted, Twinkle-Toes was proving to be a distraction, even with his shorts on. The sparkle of his sweat danced on the darkness of his chest hair, moving my focus away from more serious matters to more immediate desires.

Once he finished his routine, he came over and motioned for me to remove my earphones. He was wiping the sweat off his face and chest with his tee shirt, and I was hypnotized. My dick was already semi-erect from watching his body move and strain against the weights, but when he began wiping the sweat from his armpits, it sprang to full attention. He was saying something, but my ears weren’t working. I roused myself and responded with a weak, “what?”

He smiled, glancing down at the tip of my dick protruding from the leg of my shorts, then using his sweat soaked shirt to sensually wipe my face. He continued, “time to hit the showers?” He put his arm around me as we walked to the elevator, and the faint scent I had caught from his shirt was reinforced by the stronger scent emanating from his body. While we were waiting for the elevator to arrive, I took his shirt from his hand and covered my nose and mouth with it, inhaling deeply. He smirked, as I allowed my lust to become visible in my eyes. Once inside the empty elevator, I unceremoniously pushed him against the wall, burying my face into one of his ripe hairy pits.

He laughed, contentedly commenting, “If that’s all it takes, I could just stop showering.” While he made light of it, I was moving to a more primal place.

We never made it to the shower, at least not right away. I threw him on the bed and allowed myself to become intoxicated by his salty scent. I couldn’t get enough off it, moving from his pits to his chest to his mouth and back again. My excitement was so intense I was beginning to feel like I could cum without even touching myself. We had never bothered to take off our shorts, but we both had rock solid boners. He laid back and allowed me to roll on top of him so we could grind them together. by now he had left his humor behind and was with me in that non-verbal part of our animal brains. He began sniffing and licking me as well, flipping me over and pinning me down. He hovered over me for a moment, looking deep into my hungry eyes while thrusting his flaming hips against mine. Then without warning he descended. As his lips met mine and our tongues slipped past each other our eyes rolled back and we were both overcome. We spasmed long and hard, holding each other tight just to keep in touch with something real.

After the waves of ecstasy had subsided, he rolled off of me and lay beside me. I was just beginning to drift into a blissful sleep when I felt it. A shadow, close and powerful. For a brief second the sneering face of the biker flashed before my eyes and I could feel his gloved hand over my mouth. The sound of his sadistic laughter echoed in my ears, and I sat bolt upright, suddenly alert. “He’s here!” I jumped out of bed and rushed to the window, alarming Twinkle-toes. I looked out and there he was, sitting on his bike, parked directly across from my window. He was waiting for me to show my face and smirked at me when I came into view. Looking down to his crotch he gave it an appreciative rub and nodded at me, letting me know that he had enjoyed my time with Twinkle-Toes. Then suddenly the shadow was gone. He was still sitting there holding my gaze, but I could no longer sense his presence. When he saw my bewildered look, he laughed and drove off.

As I withdrew from the window, shaken, I realized that Twinkle-Toes was at the window beside me. I pulled him back, but it was too late. “Did he see you?” I grasped his arms tightly in my hands and shook him. “Did he see you?”

“Who?” he asked innocently. “What’s going on?”

“The biker, it was the biker!” I drew him too me and held him a little too tightly, practically sobbing, “Pray to god he didn’t see you!”

I felt his whole body stiffen as he realized what I was saying. Then prying himself from my grasp he held me at arm’s length and looked into my eyes. “You felt his shadow?”

“Yes.” I was more shaken than I realized. I broke down, as hot tears burst forth, flooding over my cheeks and onto the comforting shoulder that my friend offered.

He held me for long minutes as all the fear and anxiety poured out of my soul, stroking my head, and offering assurances as I wept. Only when the torrent had subsided did he begin to question me. “Can you talk about it?” he asked gently.

I nodded, catching my breath.

He waited for me to start, still holding me in his warm arms. I placed my head against his chest and listened to the sound of his heartbeat. Its steady rhythm calmed me, and I began. “He was out there, waiting. He was sitting on his bike waiting for me to come to the window.” I told him everything, how the biker had rubbed his dick to let me know that he had been feeding on my sexual energy, how he hid his shadow deliberately while I could see he was still there, and how he took pleasure in watching me realize just what kind of a hold he had over me.

When I finished, Twinkle-Toes was silent, letting me rest in his comforting embrace. Then, breaking the heavy atmosphere, he sniffed. “Whew! You are one stinky boy. Come to think of it, so am I. I think it’s time for that shower, you go first. After that we need to do laundry. Those cum covered sheets aren’t going to clean themselves, and, I don’t know about you, but my shorts are pretty disgusting right now.”

I was grateful for his humor and his common sense. He was right. There was nothing else to do. We would tell Sniff about it soon enough, but I doubted that there was anything even he could do.

“I’m sorry for bringing you into this.” My main concern was that the biker had seen him. I almost started to cry again, but he just smiled.

Gently stroking my cheek, he whispered, “Don’t be sorry. It’s worth it to be here with you.” He placed the softest kiss on my lips, and then with an evil grin, jumped up, “Besides, I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself.” He struck a number of ridiculous poses, pretending to flex like a professional bodybuilder. I was soon laughing uncontrollably at his antics. “Now get that stinky ass of yours into the shower and give me those shorts. Where’s the laundry room?” I stripped, handed them to him, and told him where the communal washers were. As I walked into the bathroom I turned and caught him with his face buried in the cum soaked shorts. His eyes were closed as he drank in my scent and I wondered at how the universe had brought this man, all of these men, into my life.