Werebear

A New Routine

So it began, the long slog toward the new moon. Less than two weeks at this point, not all that long I thought at first, but it was. When I arrived back at the retreat center, I immediately checked in with Sniff to give him an update. The kennel was already in my cabin and Starlight was watching Twinkle-Toes. “He’ll be glad when you get over there to relieve him. I think he just can’t handle how much Twinkle-Toes has changed.”

Before heading out to the cabin Sniff helped me put on the cock cage. It was an entirely new sensation for me, and it was going to take some getting used to. I realized that it had already been over three days since my last orgasm, as long as I had ever gone without. I was certainly horny, but my concern for Twinkle-Toes was overshadowing my sexual appetite at the moment. I was also certain that Stephan was right, that over the next two weeks I would face a growing and much more urgent need for release. As sniff snapped the lock shut and pocketed the key, I had to face the reality that my sexuality was now in the hands of someone else.

Starlight was sitting on the steps waiting for me. His face was stained with the trails of tears and he looked empty. I sat beside him silently and put my arm around his shoulder. “It was as if he didn’t know me.” He started slowly but it was soon all pouring out. “As if the years we’ve spent together didn’t matter. All he wanted was my dick. Not in a playful way, like we did in your apartment. That was fun; light and easy. Today he was so different, harsh, not himself at all. The sweetness was gone, the love, the innocent trust. He was all appetite and determination. Almost violent. He scared me.” I held him as the tears started again.

“I know. I’ve had to face this too.” Then lifting his chin so he could see my eyes, I offered him what encouragement I had. “We are all doing what we can to save him. Has Sniff filled you in on what’s being done?” He shook his head, obviously wishing for hope but finding none. “I can’t say I know the whole plan yet, but he and Stephan are cooking something up for the new moon. They’ve even got me doing homework of sorts.” I stood up and dropped my pants so he could see the cock cage. I don’t know exactly how this is supposed to help, but I’m not allowed to cum for the next two weeks. And on top of that, I’m supposed to milk Twinkle-Toes twice a day. I’m going to be insane before this is over.”

He saw the humor in the situation and laughed lightly as he dried his tears. He reached out to touch the cage, then catching himself, he looked up and said, “May I?”

“Of course.” I moved a step closer so he could get a better view.

He pushed it one way, then the other, twisting it slightly to look underneath, then squeezing it to gauge its rigidity. “How does it feel?”

“Strange.” I was honest. “And a bit scary. I’ve never given someone else this much control before.”

“You can’t just take it off?” I pointed to the lock. “Oh…who has the key?”

“Sniff,” I snickered, “You know, the guy who likes to go long periods without cumming.”

We both laughed. “I don’t think he has cum since you met him. I know it’s been well over a month.”

I rolled my eyes, “I’m going to have all I can do to make it through two weeks. I don’t think I’ve ever gone more than three days before, and even then, I’m usually ready to explode.” He laughed in agreement and I continued, “And what do you want to bet he’s going to hold out for the next two weeks as well, just in case.”

Starlight agreed. “Probably.” Then in a more thoughtful tone, “Do you think it will help?”

“I don’t know.” I considered for a moment. “Sniff and Stephan seem to think so. I suppose it couldn’t hurt.”

Starlight looked wistfully at the door behind him, then said quietly, “Ok…I’m in.”

“What?”

“I’m in. If holding off will help I’ll do what I can.” He poked at the cock cage, still displayed before him. “But I’m not getting one of these. I’ll just stop.” He smiled as if needing the cage was some sort of weakness on my part.

“yeah, well you’re not going to be sucking your boyfriend off twice a day every day while trying to abstain.” I felt an echo of the battle of wits from the laundry building a few weeks ago, and smiled at him with my eyes, grateful for the camaraderie.

“That’s true,” he added sympathetically. Then standing he gave me a light kiss on the cheek. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Twinkle-Toes was seated on the small sofa under the loft. His hands and feet were tied, and he wore a gag. The kennel sat in the middle of the floor along with a large dog bed, some blankets and towels, and dog dishes. On the table beside the couch lay a pile of various items, including a pup mask, a collar and chain, and a butt plug tail. This was not a world I relished entering, but I knew from Sean that I couldn’t let my hesitation show.

“Where shall we put you?” I circled the kennel, caressing it as I surveyed the room. “By the window so you can see out, or in a dark corner to keep you calm?” His eyes never left me as I moved through the room. “I guess that will depend on you.” I grabbed him by the chin. “I’ll start you in the window, but if you can’t behave yourself, you’re going in the corner behind the sofa. Do you understand?”

I stared him down until I saw his defiance waver and he nodded yes. Then, moving the crate to a bright spot near the window, I placed the dog bed in it along with the towels and a blanket. Before placing him in it, I fitted the collar around his neck, and using the small lock that was with it, I locked it on him. I untied his feet and made him walk to the kennel. “Kneel,” I ordered. When he hesitated, I pushed the back of his knees with my foot and made him drop. Then pulling his head back I hissed, “When I tell you to do something, you do it.” Releasing his head, I pushed him forward. “In!” he pulled himself into the kennel and I closed the door behind him. “Only I have the keys,” I spoke softly but with authority. “Only I can let you out.” I stared him down again until he looked away, then I offered, “roll over and I’ll untie you.” This time he followed directions immediately. When I removed his gag he didn’t speak, he just looked at me with a mixture of fear and anger. I knew that he could not be trusted until fear got the upper hand, and even then, I would need to be wary.

We settled into a fairly regular routine. he was completely dependent on me and my life revolved around his needs. The day started with a morning milking, then while his cum was still fresh in my mouth I would do a breakfast run and bring our food back to the cabin. His food went into one of the dog dishes, while I sat on the sofa and watched him eat. Mid-morning, we would go walkies around the property. He quickly got used to being led on a leash, although, he did try to run after some of the men we regularly met. I just gave a tug and reminded him that his ass was mine now. After lunch I would put him in his kennel for a nap and would take my nap in the loft. I was usually waked by him yelling that he had to pee. This would lead to an afternoon walk before supper. I began carrying a bit of rope with me on our walks and would sometimes do a spontaneous afternoon milking after tying him to a tree or stretching him between two trees. Occasionally we would attract attention and some of the guys would jerk themselves while watching. The community had been informed of the situation, so they refrained from cumming in his presence, and when they did get their dicks out, they never teased him for long.

While on our various walks we would sometimes be stopped by guys asking how he was doing. I trained him that he was not allowed to speak without my permission. Once he got that, he was free to be in public without a gag. For supper I would fill his dish and give him fresh water, then I would give him some alone time in his kennel while I joined the community at the dinner table. My goal was to have him well trained enough to join us, but his need for cock was too great, and he still couldn’t be trusted in a room full of men. Sometimes guys would visit the cabin in the evening, and sometimes we would just have a quiet night alone. Before bed we would do a final evening walk, which usually involved a shower and, if he had been particularly good that day, a visit to the hot tub. Of course, these things had to happen when no one else was around. he could definitely not be trusted around a group of naked men, that was just too much for him. The final event was his bedtime milking. Sometimes I would do this in the shower, just to change things up, but mostly I just tied him to the bed, then moved him to the kennel once he had fed me his cum. I had taken to sleeping on the sofa. I just couldn’t bring myself to sleep in a comfortable bed while he was essentially on the floor. The bed saw its share of action during this time, but very little sleep.

As the first week drew to a close, preparations were being made for the upcoming BDSM retreat. Boards were strung between trees and other bits of equipment were placed around the property in strategic locations, allowing for outdoor play. A couple of the “offices” on the lower level were fitted with crosses, chains, and cages, and collections of various implements were scattered throughout. It seemed like this was an unusual retreat because there was a distinct air of anticipation. Some of it was excited, and some of it was a sense of dread.