Werebear

Initiation

As we drove in silence I wondered if he had changed me. If he had transformed into the Alpha was I now part of his harem? I didn’t feel any different, just sore and exhausted. I struggled against the ropes, trying to find a more comfortable position. He laughed an easy laugh and said, “Yeah boy, that’s what I like. Helpless little pussy boy can’t get away, oh no.” Then reaching back with one free hand he slapped me hard across the face. As my muffled scream faded to whimpering, I heard him saying under his breath, “Fucking hot!”

I managed a barely recognizable “Fuck you!” through the gag, which only made him laugh harder.

“Your fucking days are over, princess, and mine are just beginning. Once I show that oversized furball what a real alpha looks like, you get to be my first meal. Then you’ll really be mine, forever.”

So, he wasn’t the alpha yet. He still had to fuck the other bear and absorb his energy before he could start his own harem. Then why had he bothered to fuck me? Just for fun? No, he had said something about me topping him off. Maybe he was close enough to being transformed that he was able to absorb sexual energy by fucking, but not far enough to be able to change the guys he fucked. There was still hope. But no, the bear was going to recognize me and want to finish what he started last month. I was sure to be made part of the harem no matter who came out on top.

We arrived at a part of town I had never seen before. It was clearly industrial, and many of the buildings seemed to be abandoned. He pulled into an alleyway between two of the buildings. In the loading area behind one of them we could clearly see a group of men lazily sucking and jerking each other off. No one was cumming, it was if they were waiting for something. The biker moved me to the front seat so I could see better and before closing the door, took out his dick and proceeded to piss on me, drenching me from head to foot. He said, I don’t want him getting to you before me. The cum in your ass will make you feel like one of the others to him and my piss will mask your scent. Ain’t nobody else fucking you but me tonight. Hell, boy, you should be honored that I chose you as my first acquisition.” He got back in the car and we waited in silence.

After only a few minutes he whispered, “It’s almost showtime.” With that I noticed the activity start to slow as the men grew more alert and attentive. “He’s on his way, I can smell him.” And sure enough, I began to feel a bit fuzzy. “Good thing you’re tied up,” the biker said, grabbing my crotch. “otherwise you’d be following that rod of yours straight to his dick.” I was getting horny, there was no denying that. “But first you got a show to watch.” He said this with an evil grin that made my blood run cold.

As the bear entered the gathering, they all turned to watch him. Were they just looking or was this worship? He took their adulation as his due and moved among them as a god. As they parted, he stopped and looked down. Leaning against an old pile of palettes sat a small figure, motionless and limp. The bear focused all his attention on him. I could feel all his will bent on this poor guy.

“Now you get to see the bear claim his last slave. After tonight, they’ll all be mine, and so will you.” As the bear approached the figure, he signaled for two of his followers to pick him up and strip him. “Do you recognize him yet?” The biker asked with glee. I looked closer as they moved him around and removed his clothes. His face was hard to see until they draped him over a trash can facing directly towards us.

It was Twinkle-Toes. I let out a muffled “No!” much to the biker’s delight.

“I know he’s special to you. Such a sweet little boy and such a cute little pucker. I was sorely tempted, but I didn’t want to deprive you of the pleasure of watching his tight little ass get torn to shreds.” I tried to look away, but he forced my head up. Twinkle-Toes’ eyes were wide open and filled with terror. He was awake. But why wasn’t he moving? Why wasn’t he resisting? I struggled wildly as the bear approached him from behind, releasing his massive cock. Twinkle-Toes caught sight of me and our eyes locked. He was pleading for help but there was nothing I could do.

“I love modern science,” the biker whispered unexpectedly. “A friend of mine who used to run a backroom bar showed me this stuff years ago. One quick jab and he goes limp. Still wide awake. Still able to feel everything. But not able to move a damn muscle. I love that stuff. Maybe I’ll use it on you sometime, what do you think?” He roared with laughter as tears streamed down my face.

By now the bear had reached his prey and was rubbing his hands all over Twinkle-Toes’ naked body. He was leaning over him, rubbing his face into a massive hairy pit and whispering into his ear. I watched and saw his eyes glaze over as he made eye contact with the bear. The bear’s hands stroked his thigh, moving over his ass and between his cheeks. Twinkle-Toes looked at me again, and for a brief moment I caught a glimpse of my friend before he was lost in the fog of sexual need. He seemed to relax for a moment until I saw the sudden thrust of the bear’s hips. My friend’s eyes snapped wide in a silent scream and I saw an involuntary shudder pass through his entire body. The bear pounded him hard and without mercy until he finally threw his head back in triumph.

Twinkle-Toes’ eyes faded as the bear’s cum claimed him. I continued to struggle against the ropes, lost in hot scalding tears and screaming muffled obscenities at my captor. He watched with joy as if drinking in my anger and grief were his greatest pleasure. “Yeah, you’re making me so hard right now," he hissed. "Keep it up.” I would have killed him at that moment if could, and he knew it, savoring my powerless thrashing. “Now the fun begins,” he said, motioning to my friend.

Two men from the harem were holding his arms and keeping him upright against the trash can. The others, driven to a near frenzy by the bears orgasm, surrounded Twinkle-Toes and, one by one, began fucking him. At this point he wasn’t making eye contact anymore. Not with me or anyone. The bear stood back and watched. A few of his minions began fawning over him and sucking his cock, but the business at hand seem to be filling Twinkle-Toes with as much cum as possible.

“That’s right,” the biker sneered, “Loverboy out there is now nothing more than a cum slut for his new master. After they all fill him up the bear will fuck him again and suck all that cummy goodness out of him. Only it won’t be that bear, it’ll be me.” So, we sat and watched as Twinkle-Toes was fucked again and again without mercy. I could feel the biker getting himself ready to challenge the bear, occasionally tweaking one of my nipples to watch me squirm. But I hardly noticed. All I could see was my beloved twinkle-Toes, who wasn’t there anymore, and I didn’t care about anything else.

As the biker prepared to confront the alpha, he took one long last look at me. The fight had gone out of me and he knew he had broken me. He claimed this final triumph quietly, forcing my face toward his and relishing the dead eyes that looked back at him. Before he stepped out of the car, he muttered to himself, “Nothing can stop me now,” then he left me alone with my despair.