Werebear

Unexpected Roles

While he claimed he had no direct connection to him, Stephan clearly had some sort of influence on Twinkle-Toes. When we arrived at the retreat center, Sniff headed to the front desk to find us a place to stay. “I don’t think it would be wise to let him stay with Starlight in this state, and since you will be…um…taking care of his needs for the next two weeks I think it best if the two of you stay together.” He returned with a key to the most remote cabin. “We have a retreat coming up this weekend, and since he is likely to be putting up quite a bit of resistance I think it best if you two are off on your own as much as possible, so we don’t disturb the guests.”

That was fine by me. I wasn’t sure how we were going to keep Twinkle-Toes from running away again, but the others were already thinking about this. As we all walked to the cabin, Stephan and Sniff were talking about the upcoming retreat. Sniff remarked, “It’s a BDSM retreat, lots of leather and bondage, probably the perfect way to confine Twinkle-Toes and not stand out. Whenever he’s in public we’ll keep him collared and gaged and keep his hands bound. That way he can come to the lodge for showers and bathroom breaks, but I think food should be taken in the cabin.”

Stephan agreed. “Sounds perfect,” then turning to me he said, “We’ll introduce you as his master and say that you are just breaking him in so he is currently restricted to having no sexual contact with anyone but you. We can always tell folks that once he’s trained, he could be available to share, but not right now”.

This made me a bit uneasy and I said so. “I’m not exactly the dominant type. I wouldn’t know how to act, and real masters will probably peg me as a fake instantly.”

“Don’t worry,” Sniff laughed. “Contrary to popular belief, there are many kinds of masters. Some are very low key and keep the hardcore domination private, even in a gathering like this. Besides, we have a couple of guys here who have experience as masters. I’m sure they will be willing to coach you before the guests arrive.”

“I guess.” I was still not sure how the whole thing would work. “Who’s going to watch him while I’m at work?” I asked.

“We actually have bondage gear, so we could tie him to the bed or chain him to a tree for short periods.” He considered for a moment. “I hate to put so much on Starlight, but I think he is best qualified, knowing more about the situation than anyone else but you and me. I’ll ask him to think about it, but I’ll also ask him to delegate as much as possible, so it doesn’t all fall on him.”

The cabin was bigger than the one that Peter lived in. There was a small sleeping loft and a seating area under it, facing two large windows that looked out onto the lake. Stephan suggested that I should start my duties immediately. “You guys go on in. We’ll wait out here just in case.”

As we entered, Twinkle-Toes started to get agitated. But having a man with him he immediately went after my cock. “Oh, yeah. Give me…”

I stopped him. “No, it’s my turn.” I grabbed his belt buckle and started to undo it. “This time I want your cum.” I wasn’t usually that blunt, but it seemed appropriate, given the situation. It was clear that the next two weeks were not going to be about romance or seduction, just hardcore milking.

As I had been warned, he struggled to keep my hands away from his dick. We wrestled for a few seconds. I managed to pull his pants down, and he kept trying to either rub his ass against my crotch or get his hands into my pants. I wouldn’t let him do either and he was getting more and more frustrated. Finally, I was able to pin him down for a second and took that opportunity to swallow his cock. He suddenly had a look of terror in his eyes, throwing me off and running out the door.

I raced after him, but the others were prepared. Twinkle-Toes was standing in front of Stephan, looking perplexed but calm. “I thought this might happen,” Stephan said quietly. “Sniff, I think we’re going to need that bondage gear ASAP.” Without a word, he turned and ran toward the lodge. Then turning to me, Stephan said, “Will you let me try something?”

“What?” I was dubious.

“He has never fed his cum to the beast. He is programmed to retain it until the beast takes it from him. It will be easier for both of you if I were to plant a shadow of the beast’s energy in you. He will still resist, but he will sense that energy and be confused and easier to subdue. Also, the beast is very aggressive. Feeling his energy inside may help you develop the dominance you need to get through this. Realize that you don’t just have to fool the guests, you must actually dominate Twinkle-Toes to make him cum.”

I hadn’t thought of it quite like that. Giving him a blow job was one thing, but forcing him to cum in my mouth against his will twice a day? This was going to be exhausting. “Will I be part of the harem if you do this?”

“No,” he assured me. “You belong to me; he can’t actually take you unless I let him. Besides, I’m not actually able to put his energy into you, I can only offer a sense of how he feels to me, an echo. It should be enough for Twinkle-Toes to pick up a faint whiff of his scent in you. He will still know that you are not the beast, but he will be drawn to you.” He waited a moment to see my reaction. “May I do this?”

“If you can remove it later. I don’t want that thing in me forever.”

“I can.” And with that I felt a slight tingle in my groin, and I could smell the pungent odor of the bear. I would never forget that smell, seductive and overpowering, but this time it was distant, a faint shadow, but still recognizable. Twinkle-Toes blinked and turned his attention to me, looking bewildered.

“Good.” Stephan was pleased to see his reaction. “And here comes Sniff, just in time.” We all went inside this time, and as Stephan kept an eye on Twinkle-Toes, Sniff went over some of the bondage gear with me. There were mostly ropes and chains. There were also some gags, wrist and ankle straps, and a hood that covered most of the face. We decided to start simple and tie him to one of the posts that supported the sleeping loft.

Once he was in place Stephan said, “I have been using my connection to the beast to Keep him docile. When I leave, he will once again become agitated and it will be difficult to get him to submit. If you want, I can stay long enough to get the ball rolling.” He grinned at me. “It might be best if we just make sure things move in the right direction before I go.”

Twinkle-Toes was disoriented but calm. He didn’t seem to mind being tied to the post, but it was a different matter when I put my mouth on his dick. His whole body stiffened, and he began to struggle, confusion on his face as he looked down at me kneeling in front of him.

As his struggling grew, Stephan quietly coached me, “Touch the scent of the bear I placed in you, let it surround you, infuse your every pore. Remember, that is not the beast, it is me.” I focused as he suggested and Twinkle-Toes’ struggles lessened. He seemed to enjoy what I was doing to him, but sometimes he would resist for a moment. When he did, I went deeper into the scent and this seemed to calm him. Finally, after what seemed like an hour, he exploded in my throat.

“Swallow it all, don’t lose a drop.” Stephan’s voice trembled as he said this, and he seemed to become unsteady for a moment. I did as he asked, and as I took it in, I felt the shadow of the bear grow stronger.

“What was that?” I asked in amazement.

“You just incorporated some of the sexual energy that he was holding for the bear.” He sat down and held his head. “Every time you do this your hold over Twinkle-Toes will increase and the bear’s will decrease. It’s not enough to break the bond, but…” He seemed calm, but it was clear that something was wrong. Sniff and I both moved towards him with concern, not even noticing that Twinkle-Toes was beginning to struggle again. Before we could say anything, Stephan looked up and assured us, “I’m fine. The beast felt the energy drain and lodged a protest. Don’t worry, he can’t hurt me,” and then grinning at me, “But I will know every time you take his cum. I’ll know because of your connection to me and because of his connection to the beast. It’s going to be an interesting two weeks.”

As he chuckled, I thought of a question. “Why two weeks? Why not one, or three?”

“Good question.” The distraction of the question seemed to help him recover a bit. “What happens about two weeks after the full moon?” He looked at sniff knowingly before answering his own question. “The new moon, of course. At this point the influence of the moon is at its weakest. We are trying to do something that has never been done before. We need all the advantages we can get. I have thought and planned for generations and you are the first to offer a real opportunity to see if it can be done. I have more preparation to do, as does Sniff. We will fill you in on the details as the day approaches, but for now, you have your tasks. If there is any hope or reclaiming Twinkle-Toes, it lies with you.