Werebear

A Critical Juncture

Despite the anticipation, the retreat came and went without incident. Sean was one of the leaders so he was able to give the group a heads up about a pup they might see who was not part of the retreat, and ask them to respect the fact that he was in training and should not be talked to or interacted with at all. We decided to keep Twinkle-Toes in the cabin as much as possible, and when he did need to go out, to make sure he was wearing the pup mask. This meant that we spent most of the weekend somewhat isolated in the cabin. Starlight made a point of visiting and helping out during the retreat, and it was a bit reminiscent of the weeks we spent isolating in my apartment.

Of course, it was very different, not as playful or free, and there was an undercurrent of loss on my part and need on Twinkle-Toes’. On Friday night I took him for his evening walk and shower while the group was having their opening circle. We just barely made it out of the lodge before they took a bathroom break and invaded the downstairs facilities. I decided that this weekend would be a good time to focus on making a deeper connection with Twinkle-toes and reinforce the idea that his connection was with me and not the bear.

He seemed to be doing alright. Despite his programming to save his cum for the bear, I had been able to keep him distracted by reminding him of the time we had had together. Also, the initial scent of the bear, which he had sensed in me, seemed to be enough to allow him to give his cum to me. It was beginning to wear off, though, and he was becoming more and more reluctant to cum for me. Since I had been keeping my caged cock from his view, his need for cock was getting stronger. Keeping him isolated helped, but it wouldn’t be long before I would need to come up with another strategy, or at least, find a way to reinforce this one.

The other issue, of course, was my need to cum. In normal circumstances I would have struggled but would probably have made it through two weeks fine. But the constant sexual activity along with the electric sensation of every cell in my body having an orgasm, while I didn’t actually get to have one, was maddening. I needed a real, honest to goodness, roll my eyes back in my head, go into convulsions, and squirt cum all over the place orgasm. And that was still over a week away.

Starlight offered what support he could. When he had free time, he would stop in and we would commiserate about being horny. One night he told me that a number of guys were also denying themselves orgasms. Mostly in solidarity with me, but also because there might be a way it could help. One of them had suggested that it might at least lower the level of sexual energy on the property and help keep Twinkle-Toes calm. It seemed that Sniff was encouraging this thinking and offering tips to help with the struggle.

After his shower and walk on Friday night, I took Twinkle-Toes to the cabin for his evening milking. Since the retreat was now underway and all the preparations were done, there was little for the residents to do, so Starlight was free and decided to come over and help. We took him to the loft and tied him to the bed, a ritual he was now familiar with. He stayed relatively calm, but still struggled a bit. I started by making eye contact and talking him through his memories. They still held some power over him, but it was taking more and more encouragement to get his focus away from my cock and on to our connection. I sat on his face, still wearing my underwear and careful not to let him feel the cage. In the meantime, Starlight stimulated his dick and played with his taint.

I guess I was tired, or my attention wavered, this had become a routine, after all, and it was becoming boring. Whatever the reason, I slipped up and allowed the cage in my shorts to touch his face. Immediately he knew something was up.

“I want to see your cock!” he demanded. He started rubbing his face against my crotch, gauging the unknown change to my member. “You promised to fuck me with that thing, and I think it’s time you did. Show it to me now!”

He started struggling much more fiercely, and no amount of coaxing or cajoling could calm him down. He had returned to the uncontrollable state he was in when we found him being fucked by the harem. We were forced to put the gag back on him, and I pulled out some nipple clamps that had been among the toys Sean provided, and clamped them on hard, saying, “I decide when you get that dick, not you. Maybe I’ll just keep you tied up all night tonight. How would you like that?” He had fear in his eyes as I said this, but there was still too much anger to make it safe to untie him. “We’ll leave you to yourself to think things over, but when I come back, I’m going to drain those balls of yours and you’re going to give that cum to me willingly, understand?!” The defiance remained. We went down to the main level to consider what to do next.

My promise of dick seems to be what had been motivating him over the last few days and were he to know that I couldn’t fuck him if I wanted to, I’m sure his resistance would become implacable. I needed guidance. Starlight agreed and we headed off to the lodge to find Sniff. He didn’t seem surprised to see us walk in, he just motioned for us to enter and handed me the phone. It was Stephan. “What’s going on?” simple and to the point.

“Twinkle-Toes has discovered the cock cage,” I said flatly. “I’m not sure what to do.” I told him all the details and that I was still pushing him to feed me his cum and do it willingly, but I didn’t think domination was going to be enough.

“Where is he now?”

“Tied to the bed and gaged.”

“Good,” he answered, “leave him alone for a while, let him stew. I’ll be there as quick as I can. I have an idea, but I want to talk with you all before we try anything.” He hung up and I knew he was on his way.

I asked sniff, “Do you know what he has in mind?”

Sniff nodded, “Yes, but I think it would be better for him to tell you.”

I knew they had a plan of some sort, but I was vague on the specifics. The frustration of not knowing on top of everything else just made it all more difficult. I think Starlight sensed my anxiety and he immediately suggested, “Come on, let’s share a hot tub.”

The retreat was still in the great room for the second half of their opening circle, so we had the tub to ourselves. I hadn’t allowed myself to be naked in front of anyone else since the cage had been locked, but I felt safe with Starlight. I enjoyed the sensuality of being naked with another man and the relaxation that the hot water induced. Neither of us had come for a while and we were both hard within seconds. It would be so easy to relieve all this tension if it weren’t for this damned cage. I found myself tugging on it to see if I could masturbate even with it on. I couldn’t. It was a very effective deterrent. Starlight had no such restrictions, and I could see his hands rubbing his hips and butt, circling around his dick without actually touching it. His eyes were closed, and he was clearly fighting a losing battle to maintain control. I helped him out by reaching over and unexpectedly twisting a nipple hard. He nearly jumped out of the tub. I laughed, “You sure that’s what you want to be doing? I’m not saying you shouldn’t, but I thought you made a choice.”

Once he regained his composure, he laughed as well. “Thanks, I did. But it’s harder than I thought.” Then glancing down, he smirked, “…literally.”

“Tell me about it,” I agreed. “At least you can touch yours.” I lifted my hips out of the water and gestured towards the cage. “This just sucks!”

Just then Sniff walked by and snickered. As he walked away, I heard him comment in a low voice, “Not for another week yet.”

By the time we had rinsed off and grabbed a snack from upstairs, Stephan had arrived. The opening circle was scheduled to break up in a few minutes, so to avoid all the energy and interruption this would unleash, we decided to leave the lodge and meet in Sniff’s cabin.

His cabin was almost identical to the one Twinkle-Toes and I were sharing. The only real differences were that it faced the woods, not the lake, and there were many more personal items in evidence. Instead of a sofa, he had a small round table and a number of lightweight chairs, each of which had a personality of its own. There was one comfortable chair in the corner beside a table with an oil lamp on it. None of the cabins had electricity, but he had a few lamps which gave enough light for our small group.

We drew the chairs around the table and waited for Stephan to start. “I knew something happened tonight. Something shifted in the bear and he suddenly felt more powerful and pleased about something.” He looked at me. “He must have sensed the shift in Twinkle-Toes’ attitude, his increased resistance. The bear has been angry all week. Every time Twinkle-toes gave you his cum the bear got a bit weaker and more pissed off.” He scanned the circle to include everyone. “We’re playing with fire here. I would not like to be Twinkle-Toes the next time he encounters the bear. I get the feeling all that anger will make their reunion particularly violent.”

We all looked at each other in dismay. “Is Twinkle-Toes in danger?” “What could the bear do?” “Oh my god!” We all spoke at once.

Stephan calmed our fears, “The bear cannot kill, that’s a fundamental truth for him. But that doesn’t mean he can’t hurt someone. If Twinkle-Toes were to encounter the bear right now, let’s just say the bear would not be thoughtful of his feelings.” He paused, “We call him the beast because we know that even when he’s calm, he’s not exactly gentle. Every time he has sensed the loss of cum that had been saved for him, he has become less and less calm. Even with the change that happened tonight, the beast is still angry at Twinkle-Toes for betraying him by cumming for you.”

“What do we do?” I asked, feeling my stomach drop. “Twinkle-Toes will be even more motivated to keep his cum from me. I’ll never get him off again.”

“Not necessarily,” Stephan smiled. “I believe this can work for us. Remember, the harem can’t sense the bear when he is not under the influence of the full moon. Twinkle-Toes can only know what we let him know, and sometimes a partial truth can be very effective in creating motivation.

I looked at the others then back at Stephan. “What do you have in mind?”