Werebear

Becoming Master

After supper Sniff sent Sean, one of the residents who had experience as a master, to offer some guidance for dealing with Twinkle-Toes. He brought some other pieces of gear with him that were more specialized and went over various aspects of domination in general. “Confidence is key,” he suggested. “It’s not about being bigger or physically stronger than the person you dominate. It’s about strength of will. Disobedience must always have consequences, and obedience should elicit praise, maybe even reward. It’s a bit like training a dog, in fact, a lot of masters put their subs in the role of a pup during their training. That might be a good image to keep in mind as you do this.”

He suggested that for Twinkle-Toes’ evening milking I might like to have him observe, so that he could give me feedback to help with subsequent sessions. I was glad for the help and invited him to sit down. “I won’t interrupt,” he said. “That would undermine your authority. But before you begin, I would suggest you keep two things in mind. What rewards can I offer to motivate obedience? And what punishments can I use as effective deterrents?”

We had moved Twinkle-Toes from the post to a chair where Sean had taught me a variety of techniques with rope and handcuffs. Twinkle-Toes was securely bound to the chair with his legs spread wide, ready for milking. I began by simply stroking him. With my free hand I took hold of his balls, pulling them gently at first, but with more intensity and pressure as he began to struggle. This caused him to squirm and protest more. As my grip tightened, I doubted my ability to do this. How could I inflict pain on the man I loved? I looked to Sean, almost pleading for him to let me stop. Instead, he wordlessly encouraged me to take it further. I turned to Twinkle-Toes and, giving his balls a quick squeeze, and said, “Calm down”. When he didn’t, I squeezed harder, and looking him in the eyes, I insisted, “Now!”

He began to control himself and his struggling lessened. I softened my grip just a little, and said, “Good, but I think you can do better than that.” Another quick squeeze and, after an immediate spasm from the pain, he was almost still. I offered him praise and the reward of letting go of his balls. Our eyes had been locked through this exchange and he was now glaring at me with unabashed hatred. This was going to be harder than I thought.

I decided to get down to business and looked for the bear’s shadow within me. As I covered myself with it his eyes softened. This was the reward I could offer him, a brief scent of the bear. As I began stroking him in earnest I dove deeper into that shadow. His eyes glazed over just a bit and he allowed his head to fall back as he relaxed into the scent. When I finally went down on him, he was hardly struggling at all. He cam much faster this time, and the electricity of his sexual energy once again filled my being. After a moment I stood up and kissed him. This seemed to bring him back to the present and he once again looked at me with hatred and began to struggle.

When I turned to Sean, he motioned for me to follow him outside. “A good first attempt, but there are still things you need to understand. Never show doubt. You are the one who knows what is best for him. Never doubt your judgement, no matter how he responds. Next, eye contact. This is one of your best tools. Hold his gaze until he backs down. If he doesn’t then use some physical force. Squeezing his balls was a good choice, but there are many other ways to break his will by inflicting pain. A simple clothespin on the nipple works, or a quick slap or pinch. Be creative with how you distract him. The point of that is to keep him off balance, unfocused, so you can maintain the upper hand.” He thought for a moment and then asked, “What were you giving him as a reward?”

I knew that Sniff had filled him in, so I told him about the bear’s shadow within me. He nodded appreciatively. “Not bad, I wish I had something like that to work with.” Then, considering what I had said, he continued, “It worked very well, and I can understand why you would use it. May I suggest that as your hold over him gets stronger you try relying on that less. After all the goal is to remove his fixation on the bear, so it might be wise to rely on that trick as little as possible since it could actually strengthen his bond with the bear.”

I thanked him for his advice and promised to take these things into account as I continued. He helped me untie Twinkle-toes and secure him to the bed in the loft for the evening, using leg shackles. I turned in early since I had to get up early to suck off Twinkle-toes before heading off to work. While I loved being close to him, It was difficult to know that he didn’t want to be there with me. It took me a long time to fall asleep, and I slept fitfully once I did.

My dreams were very sexual that night, and in the middle of a particularly good one, where I was getting ready to cum, I heard Stephan call out to me. He was trying to get me to focus on him rather than my imminent orgasm. Finally, he became insistent and shouted, “Wake up!” My eyes snapped open, but it felt like the dream hadn’t stopped. I looked down and Twinkle-Toes had managed to reach my dick and was sucking furiously, trying to reclaim the cum I had taken from him.

It was a near thing. After all, he was an expert at giving head and all the sexual energy I had absorbed from him today was beginning to make me horny. I pushed him off me and jumped off the bed, fighting not to cum, I was right on the edge when Stephan woke me up, but I managed to step back and resist. I stood beside the bed, looking at his shit eating grin. He almost had what he wanted, and he knew it. His hungry look told me that it would only take a small oversight on my part for things to get out of hand.

I realized that Sean was right, I did know what was best for Twinkle-Toes at this point. And what was best was that his passion be focused on me. His judgement and desires were being controlled by the beast, so what he wanted or didn’t want was untrustworthy and irrelevant. No better time to act on this than right now, I thought, and went down the ladder to get some rope. When I returned, I climbed on top of him as if I were going to offer him my cock. “You want this?” I teased. Straddling his chest, I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “You want my cum in your mouth, don’t you?” I rubbed my cock tantalizing against his chest, moving my hips ever closer to his mouth, while pushing his arms above his head. “You can smell it, can’t you? The pre-cum, the sweat of my balls. You want that smell right in your face.”

By now his eyes were closed as he lost himself in anticipation. I could tell that he was getting hard by the gentle undulating of his hips. He let out a low moan and I allowed the tip of my dick to graze his chin and lower lip as I ran my hands along his reaching arms. Then in one swift move I moved my hips forward, sitting on his face and pinning his arms in place. I quickly tied his hands to the headboard, then began to move my hips back down so my dick was resting on his face. I made sure my balls were right in front of his nose and sat there for a minute. Holding his gaze, I ordered, “Smell those balls. Just think of all the cum in them, how much you want that cum, how good it feels to be so close to it. This is your favorite smell, isn’t it?” I knew this would create a conflict in him because I knew how intoxicating the bear’s scent was. I continued, “No matter what other scents you have loved in the past, this is now your favorite. You can’t get enough of it.”

I reached down, using my hand to gently press my throbbing cock against his nose, eyes, and forehead. I allowed him a few moments of sensual pleasure, so he would associate that pleasure with me. “That’s all you want, my scent, my dick, my cum. That’s what you live for.”

Then withdrawing my dick, I slapped him sharply on the face. I grabbed him roughly by the jaw and, holding my face just inches above his, I promised, “I’m gonna fuck you. That’s right, I’m gonna stick that dick in your ass and fill you with so much cum you won’t know what hit you.” I gave him a moment to imagine that, then, “but not right now. Right now, I’m gonna sit on that throbbing dick of yours and suck it dry with my ass.” He was suddenly bewildered and looked lost. He started to struggle, but I forced him to keep his eyes on mine as I slid onto his dick.

I realized that it was the first time I had had his dick in my ass. I would have preferred it to be different, more sensual and connected, but I decided I could postpone that level of connection for the moment. I was seeking a greater good, nothing less than his salvation. So I sacrificed our first fuck for the sake of all the possible future fucks, and hoped.

He began to struggle more as he realized what I was doing. Continuing to ride his dick, I leaned forward and started guiding him. “If you want my dick, you have to give me yours,” I admonished. Then in a gentler tone, “Remember when I gave you mine for the first time? Remember how tight you were, how hesitant. Remember when you rode me just like this in the middle of the night? How did it feel? You can still feel it, can’t you?” It was helping, he slowed his struggling as he focused on those memories. “Remember how full it made you feel, to have my cock inside you. It was all you wanted. You looked inside, at your deepest soul, and found I was there, giving you all I had.” By now his struggles had ceased, and he was beginning to grind against my ass.

I continued, “Remember the next morning? How I pounded you hard until I came? How did that feel? Did you like having me use the full force of my body against your tight little hole? Can you remember the scent of my sweat as I worked to fill you? I was the whole universe in that moment, filling your every sense until there was nothing else.” His grinding was growing more rapid and more energetic, so I took him further. “Remember how it ended? Could you feel it as my cum…?”

As soon I reminded him of my cum in his ass, he shot his load into mine. I was caught short at the power of his orgasm, and the electricity of the moment. While his previous two loads had strengthened the shadow of the bear in me, this load was mine and mine alone. I could feel a pulse of sexual energy running through my veins, finding every cell, and revitalizing it. It was as if every part of me was having an orgasm, and I had to concentrate not to shoot my load. I hadn’t expected that level of intensity. I guess it did make a difference if he was offering his cum to me or the bear. I was going to have to check in with Stephan about this tomorrow. In the meantime, I needed to give Twinkle-Toes a reward for his obedience. I moved up his torso and rubbed my still hard cock against his mouth. He tried to swallow it, but I forced his chin up, closing his mouth, and ran my swollen head along his lips. “It’s coming, I promise.” then, exhausted, I rolled off him in the pre-dawn dimness and tried to catch a few winks before my alarm went off.