Werebear

Discoveries

Those few hours at the retreat center were to change my life, even if I didn’t know it then. The bear was still now, but not resigned. I could feel the power of his will reaching out to me, trying to influence me, but without the ability to speak his powers were diminished. The chains were holding even though from time to time he did struggle to be free. “Just a few more hours, lover boy, but no fucking for you tonight.” I was tempted to play with him. I had him at my mercy, why not tease him? His body was so beautiful, what harm would there be in just running my hands over those spectacular muscles? I walked over to admire his body, but then I caught his eyes. He was watching me, and his eyes were smiling.

No. With anyone else it would be harmless, but the beast feeds on sexual energy. My lust was making him stronger. The hours spent with him during the full moon required vigilance. I reached into my pocket. I still carried the crystals Sniff had given me and I had acquired many more possible defenses since that first visit with the fey folk. I went to the shelves and pulled down a small metal bowl and a sage stick. His pheromones were still at full power and I knew of no better way to overcome them. My best defense was to smudge myself and the room.

As I lit the sage, I began to hear the faint sounds of scratching at the door. They were beginning to arrive, the moths drawn to his burning need. If only they knew. Even underground his scent could escape and lure his prey to him, or maybe it was the power of his will. Either way I was trapped in here with him for my own safety. All I could think of were the poor men trapped in their desire behind the porn shop. They really were to be pitied.

***

After returning home from the retreat center, I tried to move on as if nothing had changed. I went to work as normal, watched TV, chatted with friends on the internet, but I couldn’t get the whole thing out of my head. Had a really be attacked? If Sniff was right, then I wouldn’t have a chance to meet up with the werebear again until the next full moon. I needed to know more, and I couldn’t wait a month. I decided to go back to the porn store and look for the harem. Sniff had told me they were harmless so I figured that might be a good place to start.

I stopped in the store to see if Starlight or Twinkle-Toes might be working, but, of course, they weren’t. I actually checked out the preview booths this time, but it was the middle of the week and pretty quiet. After browsing for a bit, I left and made my way around to the back. It wasn’t as crowded as it had been on Saturday night, but there were a number of guys there. I recognized a couple of them immediately. I wandered along the paths, aware of the occasional rustling in the bushes. It seemed to be business as usual. I was not really cruising, although I probably wouldn’t say no if someone wanted to play. I was more just observing. I wanted to see if there really was a difference between the supposed harem and everyone else.

I kept an eye on the ones I recognized, and I did begin to notice something. They stuck together. They would go out on their own looking for dick, but then would return to their own small group. There were some others there that I did not recognize, but Sniff had said the Saturday night group was only part of the harem. Then I also remembered the strong smell of stale cum that surrounded me when I pulled down the bear’s pants. I knew he had already done a lot of fucking before he got to me. This suggested that he had various places where his boys hung out. Had he visited one or two of those other locations before finding me?

I was sitting in the shadows trying to be invisible when one of the guys I recognized approached me. “Have I seen you here before?” He was trying to get a good look at my face. I had deliberately worn clothes that were very different from what I wore on Saturday, but he seemed to recognize something.

“I don’t know, I don’t come here much. I live out in the woods, just come here for the occasional dick.” I hoped that would distract him enough to put him off my scent.

It seemed to work. I had deflected the conversation to his favorite topic. “Yeah, I come here for dick too. I really need to be fucked tonight. You want to help me out?” Without warning he reached down and grabbed my crotch.

Startled, I pulled away. “nah, I’m just watching tonight, not even hard yet.”

Undeterred, he continued his advances. “I can help you with that.” Once again his hand was massaging my dick through my pants. “I bet you’re good at fucking. How big does it get when it’s hard?” I kept backing away but he kept pace. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I had finally backed into a tree and he had me pinned there. “I got a nice tight ass,” he bragged, “and it seems you’ve got what it takes after all.” He looked down at the bulge that was growing in the front of my trousers. I stammered some inane excuse and tried to remove myself from the situation, but he pressed harder, slipping his hand down my pants to grab my boner. “I want that dick.” He said it with an intensity that shocked me.

I noticed movement behind him. It was one of the other men I recognized. He had a sly grin on his face and massaged his cock through his pants as he stood watching. At the same time, I heard movement from behind me and felt someone grab my arms and pull them back roughly. Then a leather clad hand slapped itself across my mouth and squeezed. It was the bilker from Saturday. “My friend here says he wants your dick. I think you should give it to him. You got a problem with that?” He forced my head to shake a no while still gagging me. “Good, I’m glad we’re all in agreement here. Go ahead.”

He said the last bit to the guy who still had an iron grip on my dick, and boy did he ‘go ahead’. My pants were down instantly and with just a bit of spit I was deep in his hole. “He likes jizz, boy.” The biker hissed. “Raw fuckin’ jizz all up inside his ass.” I had brought condoms with me, but they were useless at this point. The biker proceeded to torture my nipples mercilessly with his free hand while his friend rode my dick hard, grinding my bare ass into the rough bark of the tree. I struggled but there were too many of them and their hold was too tight.

By now there were at least eight or ten of them watching. I couldn’t see how many were behind me, but there were at least a couple as groping hands regularly came from that direction. “You like that ass, boy, don’t you?” The biker brought his face close to mine. “You better, ‘cause there’s a lot more asses waiting.” With that he spit in my face and smiled. “Nothing but a piece of meat, that’s all you are, just a fucking dildo on legs, good for nothing but filling our hungry holes.” Then looking at the others he barked, “Alright, who’s next?”

They peeled me off the tree and forced me to my knees. The biker put himself right in front of my face. He was wearing chaps and a leather jock strap. He took his hand from my mouth and immediately forced my face onto his bulge to take its place. “This should keep you happy,” he smirked, and spit on me again. Like the bear he reeked of stale cum and man musk. Had he been actively fucking tonight? I had no control while the next ass backed onto my dick. Strong hands moved my hips, thrusting my dick in and out. The biker continued his verbal humiliation slapping my face and grinding his rapidly growing bulge into my mouth. “This is dessert,” he mocked, “because it’s so sweet.”

I lost track of how many asses swallowed my dick. They kept moving me around into different positions, but the biker was always right there in my face keeping me quiet with his hand or his dick. Eventually he took it out of the jock strap and would face fuck me to keep me quiet. Once, when I was on the ground he stripped to his dirty white tank and forced my face into one of his hairy pits. His sweat was rank and he clearly needed a bath, but there was something primal in his stench that kept me hard through it all.

The first time I came they had me laid out on the ground. A little guy with huge balls was riding me when I exploded in his ass. I didn’t make a sound, I couldn’t, but they all knew when it happened. The biker twisted one of my nipples so hard I thought he was going to rip it off. “Good boy,” he growled. Then, looking at the guy who had just taken my load, he nodded toward my face and said, “let him have a taste.” He climbed on my face, expertly placing his well-fucked hole on my mouth. As he pushed my load out and it dripped down my throat another ass engulfed my dick before it had a chance to get soft.

I came twice more before they were done riding my dick. But as the biker had promised, they weren’t finished yet. They maneuvered me back to the tree where it had all started, but this time they had me facing it. They pulled my arms around it and forced my feet apart and away from the tree, exposing my hole. Someone produced a bandanna and tied it around my mouth as the biker finally removed his hand. “Time for dessert,” he chuckled. He circled around me, slapping my ass and teasing my hole. “You like having dick in your ass, don’t you?” When I didn’t answer he jerked my head back by the hair and insisted, “Don’t you!?” I attempted a muffled yes, but it wasn’t good enough for him. “Yes SIR!”.

“Yes sir.” Muffled but recognizable.

“Good.” He stepped behind me, and with no warning his dick pierced me with a single hard thrust. My hole hadn’t been stretched or warmed up and it felt like he was breaking me in half. I let out a muffled scream and writhed in pain. The others held me tightly and laughed. He continued thrusting in and out, seeming to enjoy torturing me. He was relentless, pausing just enough to spit on me again. As the waves of pain began to diminish, he seemed to sense my relaxation and whispered, “That’s how it felt, the other night, when he fucked me. That’s how it always feels with him.” I froze, a chill running through my blood. “Only he’s bigger, and stronger. And no matter how much cum he gives you, you still want more.” He continued rough fucking me and as he got closer to coming the excitement of the others grew louder. By the time he finally shot his load into my ass the others were almost in a frenzy. I saw fountains of cum erupting all around me as they joined in his ecstasy.

They released me, and I fell to the ground, exhausted. The biker squatted beside me and, pulling my head back said to me, “I hope you enjoyed that, boy. It won’t be long before you’re nothing but ass. He tasted you and he never forgets. It won’t be long.” He chuckled and faded into the shadows.

They were gone. The forest seemed lighter, as if we had been in a deep shadow and it had finally passed. I could hear others moving about, so I gathered myself up and gingerly tucked my aching dick into my pants. As I made my way out of the woods, I knew that none of the guys I saw belonged to the beast. I could just tell. Their energy was lighter. It was nothing I could see, rather I could feel it. I just knew.

Sniff had been right. I needed to know more. The harem had known it was me all along. Their connection to the bear had allowed them to taste my energy along with him. Maybe that was the anticipation I felt from the group that night. I had learned one thing tonight, one very important thing. It didn’t matter if I was out cruising or not come the next full moon. He was going to come looking for me. He had been too close to getting me to let go, and if not this month, then the next, or the next.

I needed help. I went into the store and asked when the next time was that Starlight or Twinkle-Toes would be working. “Saturday,” she said, “They work most Saturdays.” That was only two days away. I could wait that long. In the meantime, I needed to get home, clean myself out, and put some ice on this dick. I like ‘em big, but this wasn’t the way to do it.