Werebear

Indiscretion

When I took Twinkle-Toes for his afternoon walk we ran into participants of the retreat for the first time. He was wearing the pup hood, and I had instructed him that he was not to talk to anyone but me, Sniff, or Starlight. I gave him the option of wearing the gag, but he promised to keep quiet, so I let him try. He knew I had the gag with me and would use it if he couldn’t control himself.

We drew interested stares, but the participants were good about not speaking to us as we used the bathroom and picked up a snack. I decided it was probably alright to walk around the property a little since a couple of workshops were just beginning, and people were rushing to get to them and wouldn’t be just wandering. What I didn’t know was that some of these workshops were being held outside.

The first one we ran across was in the place where various boards had been attached to and suspended from a stand of trees. The group was focused on a participant being strapped to a St. Andrew’s cross, and I don’t think they even noticed us. We stood at a distance and watched as various techniques for binding were explained and demonstrated. Once the participant was finally bound facing the cross and they pulled out a flogger to demonstrate the finer points of whipping, I decided it was time to move on. I had been the unwilling subject of too much violence over the last few weeks and was not in a place where watching such an activity would be pleasurable.

We headed into the woods, thinking we would be alone, but we hadn’t gone far before we ran into a groups of leather clad men. They were all in various stages of arousal and many of them were openly stroking their cocks. One man was bent over a large fallen tree, his arms being held by two of the more burly men while a third was fucking his ass. The others were clearly waiting and getting ready for their turn. They were right on the edge of the path, so we couldn’t avoid them. I stopped short, and debated if we should just turn around, when one of the men approached me. He was rubbing the growing bulge in his leather jock strap and greeted me in a jovial manner. “Nice day for it.”

I took a quick assessment of how Twinkle-Toes was responding to the situation before responding. He was trying to keep his eyes on the ground but was clearly being distracted by the open display of dicks and the fucking. “It is,” I answered, “So what workshop is this?”

“Not a workshop,” he said, pulling his dick out of his strap and beginning to stroke it in earnest. “A fantasy fulfilment. Jake has always wanted to be the focus of a gang bang, so some of us agreed to help him out. He’s having the time of his life.”

It was true. He was not struggling, and the sounds he made were clearly sounds of pleasure. A blanket of some sort had also been spread on the tree under him so the rough bark wouldn’t scratch him, and there was a large bottle of lube on the ground next to him as well as a colorful pile of condoms. The atmosphere was congenial, and the man invited me, saying, “The more the merrier, want to join in?”

Even if I wanted to, I knew I couldn’t, but before I could answer him a sudden movement caught us both off guard. Without warning Twinkle-Toes had dropped to his knees and swallowed the man’s dick in one swift motion. The man was startled but didn’t seem to mind the help in getting ready for his turn. He chuckled, looking at me, and said, “That’s one hungry pup you got there.”

Rather than make a scene, I just replied, “I know, but he’s not allowed to eat out right now,” and pulled his leash, forcing him away from the man’s dick, and made him stand up. “Sorry about that.”

“No problem,” the man smiled, “I never mind having a warm mouth on my cock.” A small cheer went up from the knot of men at the center of the action, and the man in front of me turned to wards them, “Looks like it’s my turn. Thanks for the help,” he said, slapping Twinkle-Toes on the butt.

As he walked towards Jake’s waiting ass, I took the opportunity to withdraw. The scene had been too much for Twinkle-Toes. I couldn’t blame him for doing what he did. I had been draining him of all his reserves of sexual energy for a week. The man had been right, he must be ravenous by now, and we still had a week to go.

We walked back in silence, and when we arrived at the cabin Twinkle-Toes crawled into his kennel and curled up in a little ball. He looked miserable. I began to worry that the bear’s conditioning had reasserted itself and he was no longer feeling the connection with me. I sat on the sofa and watched his shrunken form quiver. After a few minutes, while I was still wondering what to do next, he quietly crawled over to me and wrapped himself around my feet. “I’m sorry,” he sobbed, “I won’t do it again, I promise. I’m sorry, I’m so…” His body convulsed as his tears bathed my feet.

I knew that the masters at the retreat would insist on some sort of punishment for his indiscretion. I considered this for a moment before rejecting it. This was not a game. Playing the role of master was not what all of this was about. It was about keeping him safe, about bringing him back. This was the man I loved, and in this moment, I think I loved him more than ever. I understood the weakness and desire that had driven him to do something that he knew would displease me. I did not want to punish him. His weakness made me love him more. To hell with what the others might think. I wasn’t playing anymore.

I put myself on the floor beside him and cradled his tear-stained face in my hands. He couldn’t bring himself to meet my gaze, so I slowly caressed his cheek, kissing away his tears. “There’s nothing to be sorry for,” I told him. “Look at me?” My voice was gentle, a request, not a demand. He brought his eyes up to meet mine and I saw myself looking out of his wretched face. I drew closer and gently kissed him on the lips. I could feel him shudder with pleasure and relief. He returned my kiss with tenderness and a controlled passion. He still wasn’t sure; he didn’t quite dare let himself go. I stretched myself out beside him and held him in a strong embrace. “It’s ok,” I whispered, “I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

He buried his face in my chest and wept freely. I held him as he emptied himself of his guilt and grief. I would hold him like this forever if I had to if that’s what it took to keep him safe. Soon his breathing softened, and he relaxed and drifted off. As he slept, I noticed a slight shimmer on the floor in front of me. It led to the shadows beside the door. I thought I could just make out a vague figure standing perfectly still, watching, and smiling. After a moment she gave me a slight nod and faded from sight.

I was stunned, but I was not about to disturb Twinkle-Toes. He only slept for a few minutes, and by the time he woke it was getting near supper time. He looked at me in awe, as if he couldn’t believe I wasn’t angry. “Am I going to be punished?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’ve done nothing wrong.”

“But I..” he couldn’t find his words.

“Loving cock is not a sin. It never has been. I love cock too, as you well know.” I grinned and patted his crotch.

He blushed. “I want your cock so bad.” He wasn’t begging, he was just stating a fact.

“I know, and I wish I could give it to you now, but I can’t.” This pained me as much as him. “But soon, and then as often as you like. But I’m gonna want your cock too.” I grinned again and licked the tip of his nose. “That juicy little monster between your legs.” I rolled over on top of him and started to tickle him. He giggled uncontrollably and struggled to get away. I relaxed and looked deep into his eyes and began to see the Twinkle-toes I remembered. It was a brief glimpse, but enough to give me hope.

I kissed him deeply and felt the beginnings of the electric cellular orgasms I had felt when taking his cum. My eyes snapped wide and I pushed myself off of him. I heard a faint echo in the room, “More than an orgasm.”

He looked at me with curiosity, “What is it?” He smiled innocently. I could tell he hadn’t felt or heard anything.

“Nothing,” I said, smiling and getting up. As I helped him up, I added, “But it’s time for supper. I better head up to the lodge to get our food before the maddening hoards inhale it all.” I led him to the kennel. I’m afraid I still need to lock you up while I’m gone. Not because you’re bad, but because there are just too many dicks around, and you’re not quite yourself yet.”

He didn’t understand what I meant, but he put himself in the kennel and closed the door. I locked him in, then kissing him through the bars I left to get our meal.