Werebear

A Close Call

How could I have lost track of time like that?  And on today of all days!  I’m sure he’s there.  I’m sure he has started getting himself ready.  But there are certain things that I need to do.  Things that he can’t do for himself.  I quickened my pace.  The woods had been particularly inspirational today.  The buds were just beginning to show on the trees and some of the early flowers had begun to peek through the fallen memories of last year.  It won’t be long until the new leaves offer enough cover for the fun to begin again.  But for now, the paths are empty.  It is still too cold for most.  The only activity is largely limited to cars in the parking area and that’s no fun for me.  Thankfully, I live close enough to walk, but it is still going to take a few minutes to get home.  How could I have allowed myself to get so distracted?

“Where have you been?”  He shouted angrily as I took off my coat.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “the woods…Why haven’t you started?” I asked alarmed.  He was fully clothed and the door to the basement was closed.  I reached for the handle, but he stopped me.

“It’s locked,” he said accusingly.  “I couldn’t find the key.  I hope you’ve got it.” 

“Shit!  Yes, it’s in my pocket.  I meant to unlock it before I left but I must have forgot.”  I fumbled with the keys and finally got the door open.  “Hurry up.  We don’t have much time.”

We raced down the stairs and headed straight for the large heavy door at the back.  Once we had passed through that door, I quickly locked it behind us.  The room we found ourselves in was not large, about eight-foot square, and there were no other exits.  The walls were lined with heavy stones and there were no windows anywhere.  The only light was a bare bulb that hung from the ceiling.  In fact, the room had been specially built.  It did not lie under the house but had been excavated under a hill on one side of the house.  In the ‘60’s and ‘70’s it could have passed for a bomb shelter, and were they ever to see it, it would probably be the envy of some of our more survivalist leaning neighbors.  If only they knew.

“Get those clothes off now!”  I turned quickly and started to undo his belt buckle while he began to unbutton his shirt.  “Fuck that!  We haven’t got the time!”  I grabbed the front of his shirt and ripped it open, scattering buttons everywhere.  While he pulled the remnants of his shirt off, I pulled down his pants and underwear in one single move.  “Come on!”  I was speaking to myself as much as him.  I pushed him up against a wall and began to pull his shoes off.  Why was he wearing boots today of all days?  I swore at the laces as I took the time to untie them.

As I finally got them off and was able to remove the last of his clothes, I noticed he was looking at his hand.  “It’s beginning to pulse.  I can feel it.  The moon must be rising.”  There was no way to tell in the isolated room, but I knew he was right.  Tonight was the full moon, and a spring moon at that, one of the most potent.  If he could feel it the process had already begun.  We were cutting it close.

“Get on the frame, quickly!”  Without hesitation he spread himself onto the large X-shaped structure that stood in the center of the room.  “Arms first,” I said as I began to strap him down.  The leather straps would do for a few minutes.  But I knew I was going to need the chains before long.  He was already beginning to become a bit more muscular, but it always took a few minutes before he reached his full strength. 

Once his wrists and ankles were secured, I allowed myself to breathe for a moment.  Even before the transformation he was a beautiful man, well proportioned and fit.  Not overly muscled, but lean.  Defined but not sculpted.  Sparse fine hair graced the center of his chest extending to his nipples, and he was otherwise hairless, except, of course, for this and his pubes and pits.  No need for manscaping, nature had done that for him.  I contemplated the body that lay before me and began to get lost in the beauty.  

Was it the beauty?  I realized I was feeling a bit fuzzy.  I looked again and the transformation was in full swing.  He was getting significantly more muscular and a thick mat of dense dark hair was spreading over his body.  The tiny tattoo of a bear’s paw that was usually almost unnoticeable on his hand had spread.  I could see the blue lines snaking up his arm and across his chest.  Shit!  It wasn’t his beauty that was hypnotizing me.  It was the pheromones!

I had to hurry.  Those straps were not going to hold.  I pulled out the large chains and began to wrap them around his wrists and arms.  He began to struggle.  The transformation was almost complete.  The tattoos were still finding their homes on his body, but his dick was hard.  I could see it throbbing as I began to wrap his second arm with the chains.  I almost had his arm secure when the leather strap gave way and he began straining against the chain.  I knew I couldn’t hold him, but I put all my body weight on the chain and managed to secure it before he could struggle loose.  I quickly bound his legs with chains as well and secured his chest and hips. 

He continued to struggle for a few minutes, until the transformation was done.  Then he settled into a calm I knew all too well.  He was now at his most dangerous.  He was totally focused without the distraction of intellect or conscience.  If possible, his dick was even harder than before.  It still throbbed and was beginning to leak.  That thing needed to be caged, and quickly.  This wasn’t going to be easy. 

I grabbed the chastity cage and stepped in front of him.  He calmly looked into my eyes.  “Why not stroke it first?”  He looked at me with an intensity that was hard to resist.  “It’s almost ready…”

“No!” I looked away and began forcing his cock into its cage.  I knew it was going to hurt, but there was nothing I could do.

He roared his protests, writhing on the frame.  He was too hard.  The cage was curved but his dick wasn’t.  I had to soften him up a bit.  Not the easiest thing to do at this point, but I had a couple of tricks.  First, I needed to disempower him.  I moved up to his face and took control.  I looked him straight in the eyes and without saying a work I twisted one of his nipples hard.  I had the upper hand.  I had surprised him.  Without giving him a chance to recover I slapped his face then twisted his other nipple.  His mouth was open wide as he tried to catch his breath, and I took that opportunity to gag him.  “You’re doing things my way tonight.  Understand?”  I said it softly, close to his face and held his eyes until I saw some fear there. 

“Good.”  I moved down his side and allowed my hand to burrow into the fur on his heavily muscled chest.  He may have been beautiful before the transformation, but now he was a god.  “You want to stick that rock-had dick into my ass, don’t you?”  His eyes followed me in the agony of his longing.  “You’d like to stick it in any ass that you could get, wouldn’t you?  We’ll, that’s not going to happen.”  As I said that I slapped his dick and grabbed his balls.  He began to struggle again, his muffled cries falling flat in the tiny room. 

I gave a small tug on his balls and a slight twist.  “The more you struggle the more it hurts.”  I began to squeeze, slowly increasing the pressure.  He jumped at first and continued to struggle for a moment. But when I applied a short burst of high pressure he calmed down.  “Good boy”, I said, and released his balls.  “Now we have to get that cage on your dick.”  He looked at me pleadingly.  “I know that dick is doing the thinking for you right now and you can’t really control that.  So, I am going to take your mind off of fuckng for a moment and help you think of something else.”

At the back of the room we kept a well-stocked shelf filled with various restraints and toys.  I chose a moderately large dido and grabbed the lube.  I didn’t say anything but started to lube up his ass hole.  He started to struggle as I slipped my first finger in, so I grabbed his balls and twisted.  He stopped moving but continued to whimper protests through his gag.  As I slipped a second finger in, I held his gaze.  “There’s more to you than that big old dick,” I teased, and twisted my fingers in his ass sharply.  His eyes got wide and I could hear the sudden inhalation through the gag.  “How about three?” I queried, but before he could respond I had done it.  “How’s that feeling?” 

I held up the dildo to show him what was coming.  He shook his head and issued more muffled protests.  I just put a handful of lube on the dildo and winked.  “You’re gonna love this,” and I gently squeezed his balls as I slowly began to fill him with the dildo.  He threw his head back, closing his eyes and moaning as he enjoyed the pleasure and the pain. 

As I slid it in and out of him, he began to relax.  His attention had shifted, and his dick grew ever so slightly less hard.  When it was just enough that I could get it into its cage I slipped it in and locked him down.  Then with one swift motion I pulled the dildo out of his ass.  He let out a roar as if he had just been hit with a bucket of cold water.  His dick instantly got hard and strained against its confinement, but the cage held secure.

Finally, despite his protestations, we were where we needed to be.  He was secured and the town was safe for another month.  There was only one thing to do still, secure the door with crossbeams.  This was not to keep him in, but to keep them out.  In an hour or so they will begin coming, the men who are within range of his pheromones.  This isn’t a real problem, though.  The outer door is open, and they can walk right in.  Nothing will be broken or stolen.  They will have only one thing on their minds, getting fucked by the beast on the frame.  They will try to get in, but they won’t.  The door is too thick.  After a while they may end up fucking each other in frustration just outside the door, and by the time the moon goes down they will return home in bewilderment, clueless that their unassuming neighbor is an Alpha Werebear.