Date: Tue, 19 Oct 2010 05:33:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: ursuspilosus@yahoo.com
Subject: The Bear Takes Charge

The Bear Takes Charge
By hairy1

(This is a work of fiction, and no real persons or events are depicted.
Safe sex practices are not depicted; but in real life, get tested and
always play safe. If you have comments, you can contact the author at
ursuspilosus@yahoo.com)

As his shift at work ended, Don couldn't help feeling both excited and a
bit apprehensive.  He and his partner Mike had talked about trying a new
twist on things (when didn't they, there was very little that either bear
wouldn't be willing to try), and he thought that today might just be the
day.

Don was a slightly stocky bear with a mustache and hair that are now more
salt than pepper, glasses, a hairy chest that was still mostly black, and a
very shapely ass that filled his jeans nicely (well, that is, when he wore
jeans, he was much more likely to be wearing shorts and a t-shirt and not
much else). He had an infectious smile that immediately got attention, and
a manner of flirting that could put a bear at ease in mere moments.

Mike was a bit bigger than his partner (height and weight) and furrier to
boot. He was covered with a thick pelt of dark brown fur with plentiful
patches of grey. He kept a goatee at the time, but his rapid stubble growth
(a five o'clock shadow before ten AM) meant he would eventually go back to
a full beard.

Both bears tended to be gentle and considerate with their partner.  Mike
had a lot less experience, so more than once his enthusiasm had gotten a
bit out of hand, but as soon as Don said something, he immediately toned it
down. Seeing as he was one of those bears that could orgasm multiple times
in the same evening without much of a break, there were usually plenty of
opportunities for enthusiasm when they were together. Sadly, they weren't
together enough, as they worked in different cities, but they made do with
what they could when one or the other was traveling.

Both bears though had expressed interest in experimenting with things being
a bit rougher.  Not on a permanent basis, and not actually harming each
other, just some more intense play.  The fact that both bears were
versatile and willing to submit to the other had been one of the things
that held them back - deciding who would play what role.  They both wanted
to try it both ways.

Don was quickly wrapping up the last of his paperwork, just getting ready
to call it a day when Brad, who was taking over for him as shifts changed,
came up with some questions on details. Brad was new, fresh out of school,
very enthusiastic and wanted to do things well. Besides which, he was a
cute looking cub.  Don spent the last few minutes of his shift filling Brad
in, then another ten minutes answering even more questions.  Don had to
smile at the young mans' enthusiasm, until he noticed the clock.

Telling Brad to have a nice evening, Don quickly gathered his things and
headed out, not even noticing the look of longing on the cub's face as he
walked away. He did take the time to do a quick change of clothes; he
really disliked wearing his sweaty work clothes when he met his bear, but
was looking forward to a nice long shower together. He walked out into the
circular driveway at work about fifteen minutes later than he planned, but
if he hurried, maybe he could still make it up with some good connections
on the bus (not likely, but he could hope).  He looked up to see the sunny
afternoon sky and hurried off to the bus stop, barely noticing the rental
car at the end of the circular drive until he had almost passed it, lost in
his thoughts.

"Hey, you want a ride?" called a familiar voice as the passenger window
rolled down.

Don started, and peered in the window, his face lighting in a smile.  "That
would be great." he said happily, and opened the passenger door.  He slid
into the passenger seat and closed his door behind him, quickly grabbing
his seat beat to fasten. A hand quickly covered his, and snapped the buckle
in place.

"I was worried I had missed you, sorry I wasn't sure when I'd get done with
work, but I wanted to pick you up instead of making you ride the bus, it
just makes for so much more time we can spend together as well as less
hassle for you" said Mike as he pulled out into traffic.

"You are sorry? I am the one coming out late; you have nothing to be sorry
for. What a wonderful surprise!"

"Thanks. There is a granola bar, a banana and diet coke there, have a snack
while we drive."

Don laughed as he opened the snack. His bear always was insistent on little
snacks and such things, saying Don needed to keep up his strength, despite
Don patting his belly and saying he could do without one once in a while.

The two bears chatted about their work days as they rode along, Mike's hand
resting lightly on Don's thigh as he drove. This had at first worried Don,
who felt both hands should be on the steering wheel, but Mike had a
stubborn streak and drove how he wanted, and had proven that when he needed
to he could quickly have both hands in place, and as the light pressure and
rubbing was so pleasant, the matter had been dropped.

"Any place you want to go?"

"Gee, that is a hard choice. How about straight back to the hotel?"

"Well if you are sure" Mike teased.

"Very sure! And I was thinking, maybe we could try that dominance thing,
you know, where you are really the big boss bear, and just take control, do
anything you want?"

"Like I don't already always get everything I want?"

"I'm serious. We've talked about this. We don't have too, it was just a
thought. For some reason, I couldn't get it out of my head today."

"Well, if you really are serious, I think it could be fun. You know I would
never do anything to truly hurt you, but I can try and just let loose and
see where it goes. You just have to tell me to stop if I go too far. I'll
trust you to do that, and you can trust me to keep it where we've
discussed."

"It's a deal. For as long as you want or until I say stop."

Plans made, the bears continued their drive, discussing the news, the
weather, all just normal conversation. The trip was pleasant on the sunny
day, and time passed quickly. Soon they pulled into the parking lot of the
hotel, grabbed their things, and headed up to the room, stealing a kiss and
quick grope as they rode the elevator alone.

Mike used his key card and held the door for Don, letting him enter first
as always.  As the door clicked closed, Don turned, fully expecting a long
session of kissing and hugging before the frenzied tearing off of clothes
that they normally did.  He paused though as he saw Mike's face. Instead of
the normal jovial expression with deep crinkly laugh lines at his eyes, the
bear was stern and glowering. His eyes were squinted; it seemed as if his
fur was standing on end even. He was standing straighter, his shoulders
thrown back, not relaxed as he usual was, and his hands were fisted and
placed on his hips instead of held out for an embrace.

"What the hell was that, keeping me waiting when I wanted to pick you up at
work!" the bear snarled in a deep gravelly voice.

"I, I said I was sorry, and I didn't know you were coming ."

"What? I told you I MIGHT come, that should be good enough to make you get
your ass out on time just in case!"

"But, but ."

"What, you stutter now? And yeah, that butt of yours is something I might
just take; we'll have to see about that."

At this point, Don must have looked a bit confused and nervous, but then he
saw the angry looking bear quickly wink at him.  Mike had slipped into the
role seamlessly, breaking it just enough for Don to see it was indeed the
role playing they had discussed.

"Yeah, I better see if you have anything I want, while there is still time
to go looking for something better if I've got to. Get those clothes off
now!"  snapped the bear.

Don slowly started to unbutton his shirt, thinking a nice slow strip tease
might wipe the angry look off the bears' face. Three buttons down, his
hands were pushed away.

"You got something to hide, I said NOW!" and with that, the bear yanking
the partially unbuttoned shirt up out of Don's hands and right over his
head, pulling his arms roughly up. As the shirt was pulled off him one
handed and tossed to the floor, Don nearly lost his balance, the only thing
keeping him from tipping was the bears' hand grasping his belt
buckle. Quickly the bears' other hand reached behind Don's head, grasping
his hair, and forcing his face forward. As Don gasped in surprise, the bear
leaned in and shoved his tongue into Don's open mouth, exploring it
thoroughly. Holding Don's head roughly, the bear ran his tongue over Don's
tongue, then the roof of his mouth and his teeth. He pressed it against the
inside of each cheek. The bears' rough face pressed against Don's, moving
slightly, rubbing him with the goatee and stubble.

Don surrendered to the rough kiss, slowly bringing his arms up around the
bear. But as his hands gently touched the bears' shoulder, suddenly the
tongue withdrew and Don felt a quick burst of pain as the bear bit his
lower lip while pulling away.

"Who said you got to touch me! You'll get some of me if I decide you are
worth it! Keep your hands where I put them unless I tell you otherwise!"
came the low growl. "They were up over your head when I yanked that shirt
off, get them back there, hands clasped behind your head. DO IT!"

Don placed his hands behind his head, the bears' face right in front of
his. The bear was breathing heavy and hard, his nostrils flaring.  "Now
hold still."

Reaching around, the bear again grasped Don's hair, this time right over
the clasped hands, and slowly pulled Don's head backwards, until Don was
looking up at the ceiling. He felt the shirt of the bear press against his
chest, and then gasped as he felt a tongue move across his exposed throat.

"Uummm, a bit of salt, sweat. Tasty. Maybe a bit nervous, huh? I like that"
murmured the bear, and then he started grazing his teeth over the taut
neck, his hand still pulling back at Don's head. Slowly, he started to
nibble, then bite gently, holding the flesh between his teeth but not
marking or breaking skin. Don felt helpless, the primal fear of something
gnawing at his throat warring with his trust of the man doing it. As he
accepted the situation which he had asked for, the nerves gave way to a
sense of peace, releasing any control over the situation other than his
willingness to do whatever was asked of him, and he let his body relax and
start to enjoy the sensations being forced upon it.

Drawing his mouth back finally, licking his lips, the bear noted Don's half
closed eyes, and snorted "Damn better, glad you got it through your head
that we'll do what I say and you'll like it!" Pushing Don's head to a
forward facing position and releasing him, the bear took a step back.

Don began to unclasp his hands in order to drop them back down to his
sides, but the bear barked "I said leave `em where I put `em!" and slapped
his hand across Don's chest, causing Don to take a step back (though he
tightly clasped his hands again).

"Hold still, damn it" said the bear, grabbing Don's pants at the belt
buckle and jerking him forward a step. "You move when I tell you too - got
it?"

Don nodded slowly, not sure how to respond.

"When I ask a question, you answer!"

"Ok, yes, I got it."

One hand still holding the pants, the other shot up and gripped Don's chin,
holding Don's face in place. "The correct response is Yes Sir.  Keep it up,
and I might decide you aren't worth the trouble. Now say it and mean it!"

"YES SIR!"

"Dam right yes sir" grumbled the bear. "Don't you forget it now."

With that, the bear let go of Don's face. Still glaring into Don's eyes, he
lowered his hand to Don's belt, both hands there now. He roughly pulled the
leather belt, releasing the buckle, and drew it quickly out of the pant
loops with one hand.  The belt flew through the air, and the bear left his
arm upraised, the belt dangling.  A small smile crossed his face, and he
brought the belt forward, running it gently and slowly across Don's
cheek. "I think I'll have a use for this later" he growled, then tossed it
to let it lie on the bed.

The bear's hands now quickly worked the button and fly on Don's jeans, then
he roughly pulled them down over Don's hips until they fell to the knees,
leaving a grey string bikini exposed.  The bear cupped Don's package
through the bikini, fondling it, the suddenly squeezed, eliciting a yip of
surprise The bear then released his hold, and slowly walked around Don,
trailing his finger along the exposed skin at his waist, then across the
ass cheeks still covered in the tautly stretched grey fabric.  "Ggggrrr,
this might be worth spending some time on".

Standing behind him now, the bear gripped both sides of the string bikini
and yanked it down hard, revealing Don's tight round ass, big furry balls,
and semi-erect cock. The bikini was shoved down to the same level as the
pants, and again the bear circled Don slowly, his lips parted and his
tongue slightly out licking them, appraising the stocky furry body in front
of him as if for the first time.  Again, his hand reached for Don's crotch,
but this time to cup the large balls, caress them and hold them.

"Yeah, this oughta do for my pleasure" the bear growled, ending his circle
behind Don.  He moved up close behind Don, his clothes brushing Don's back,
and suddenly lowered his mouth to the nape of Don's neck and bit. There was
a flash of pain, but Don couldn't even struggle as the bears' arms had
reached around his chest and held him tight. Releasing his teeth, Mike
slowly licked the site, the skin a bright pink. Still close behind him,
Mike raised a foot and placed it in the center of Don's pants and
underwear, and shoved them down around his ankles, still holding him tight.

"You can take those off, I'm not getting on my knees for you." stated the
bear, releasing Don's chest but now holding his hips tight.  "You can move
your hands for now, bend over and get those pants, underwear, shoes and
socks off."

Don tried to bend his knees to reach down, but the bear held his hips
tight, so he had to bend at the waist a bit awkwardly and attempt to raise
one foot then the other.  It wasn't so difficult until the bear started to
roughly grind his denim covered crotch against Don's bare ass. Don could
feel the hard bulge even through the fabric, as the bear moved first in a
circular motion and then thrust forward and back. Don had finally managed
to pull the rest of his clothing off, leaving it heaped on the floor, when
the bear gave him one final pull back and ground his crotch hard against
Don, then released him and pushed him slightly away, causing Don to lose
his balance and fall to his knees.

"Huh perfect" grunted the bear as he kicked the loose clothes into a pile
with the shirt, "put your hands behind your back. Let's see if you perform
as good as you look."

Don quickly straightened on his knees, and held his hands together behind
his back. He gazed eagerly at Mike, waiting impatiently for the bears' body
to become exposed. But Mike noticed him, and glared yet again. "What are
you lookin' at? Just because your damn good to look at naked doesn't mean
you get ta see me that way. You have ta earn it!"

With that, Mike walked in front of Don and yanked his zipper
down. Immediately, his hard cock pressed out in his tented underwear, a
pair of deep blue bikini briefs. Don could see the wet spot which had
already formed on the tip of Mike's cock.

"Yeah, this is what you want, isn't it? You better make it feel real good."

With that, the bear started rubbing his cloth cover cock over the face in
front of him, across Don's cheeks, his nose, his eyes, yet denying his
mouth.

"Open your mouth, but don't suck."

As Don complied, the bear pressed his still covered cock into Don's mouth
partially, and just let it rest there. The strong manly scent was driving
Don wild, and he started to close his mouth, when he felt the bears' hands
on either side of his face, holding his jaw still.

"I said no sucking, just hold still."

Mike held his throbbing cock in place in the warm wet mouth for several
minutes, feeling warm breath flowing around it. Finally, he pulled it back
out, and turned Don's face up to look at his.

"What do ya want?" he growled.

"Please let me suck you" said Don, quickly adding "Sir" when he saw Mike's
eyebrow rise.

"Oh, you want a belly full of my hot cum, do ya? Work my hard cock good,
and you might deserve that."

Releasing Don's face, Mike quickly pulled his cock up over the waistband of
his briefs, leaving the waistband resting on the top of his balls so that
only his cock was exposed along with dark curly pubic hair. Seeing Don lick
his lips, he quickly placed his hands on either side of Don's face again,
and used his thumbs to force open Don's mouth. Before Don could even think,
he rapidly shoved his entire cock into the open mouth in front of him, the
cock head pressing down into Don's throat, the zipper of his jeans rough on
Don's face.  Pulling back part way, he growled "Quit your gagging, if you
wanna get your treat, get to sucking!"

With that, the bear removed his thumbs, and pushed himself back in
deep. This wasn't what Don was used to, he liked to lick and taste his
bears' cock first, take it slowly. But having no choice, he started sucking
and swallowing, realizing that he hadn't even gotten to taste the precum
which had been drooling out. His head still held fast, he felt the hips in
front of him start to move, and the bear cock begin to slide in his
mouth. In his surprise, he lost his suction, and the cock moved faster, and
the bear started to ram it back and forth harder and faster, pleasuring
himself with Don's mouth. Suddenly, he stopped again, his cock buried
deep. "Am I gonna do all the work here? Suck harder and make me fuck yer
mouth slower. Prove to me ya can handle a bear cock. Ya got 10 seconds ta
catch yer breath" and with that the bear pulled his cock out, leaving only
the head on Don's tongue. "One, two, three, four, five" counted out the
bear, a big drop of precum oozing out, causing Don to lap at it, and start
to lick in earnest. "Six, seven, eight" and Don moaned, sealing his mouth
over the cock, savoring the taste now. "Nine, ten" and Mike started pushing
himself back into Don's mouth, but only slowly, as he was sucked on
heavily. All around his cock, the hot wet mouth pressed, the tongue running
over his shaft as he pushed in fully. Mike groaned in pleasure as he
started a slow even face fuck, moving from just the head of his cock within
the warm mouth to forcing it deep down the throat before him. The sucking
and tonguing became more eager as throat muscles relaxed, and while Don
wanted his hands all over the bear, he kept them tightly clasped behind his
back as he had been told, finding it allowed him to focus totally on
pleasuring the bear before him with his mouth and to enjoy the sensations
of a hot bear cock in his mouth all the more.

Suddenly, all too soon, the bears head tilted back and his groaning became
a growl, louder and louder. His thrusts became harder, and he rammed his
cock deep into Don's throat and held it there, until his cum burst out. The
depth of the cock in the throat kept the cum from being swallowed quickly,
and it flowed up the sides of Mike's cock, backing up into Don's mouth. The
cock suddenly pulled back, only the head left in Don's mouth, and another
large burst of cum washed over Don's tongue, the sweet salty taste he
savored. The cock started to push back and forth in Don's mouth, making it
hard to swallow everything, and it was soon coated in cum, making it slide
all the easier.

Finally Mike let out a deep sigh, and pulled his still semi-hard cock out.

"Ya liked that, didn't ya? Heh, I did too, ya done good. But ya left me
coated with cum - lick it clean."

Don leaned forward as the bear relaxed his hold on Don's head, and slowly
licked the bear clean, his tongue gentle on the sensitive cock.  He
realized that even though he didn't get to do this before sucking, it still
caused pleasure for both of them, and that it brought the act of sucking
full circle.

Mike's hand stroked Don's head softly now. "Yeah, that is it, good boy, you
got that good and clean, that feels nice." Then he took several steps back.

"Uh huh, ya done a good job, I guess ya earned the right to see more of
me."

Don couldn't keep the eager grin off his face.  He could never get enough
looking at bears, especially this one.

"Oh no, this isn't a strip show for you! What makes you think I'm gonna
keep doing all the work?  I expect some effort outta you. Now get up and
get over here - and you can use your hands again."

Don quick rose from on his knees, a bit stiff, and hurried towards the
bear. While he would normally have just pulled clothes off in a big rush,
he hesitated, not knowing what the bear expected, not wanting to make a
mistake.

"Oh, ya don't want see nothin', huh? Is that why you're goin' so slow? That
could work for me too."

"No no" exclaimed Don, then seeing the bears face, quickly altered it to
"No sir, it isn't that I don't want to see you, please, I really do, I just
want to do it right. Please sir, let me see more of you."

"Heh, when a cub asks all nice like that, I guess he gets a second
chance. Fine then, get to it, and remember, this is just ta get my clothes
off so things are easier for me, you aren't to touch or play with my body,
just look at it.  Ah, except this, I'll handle it myself" said the bear,
his hands working his belt buckle, drawing the woven leather belt out
quickly and tossing it onto the bed with the other belt.

With that, Don set to work, unbuttoning the bears' shirt, careful not to
pull on any of the fur that poked through, He unbuttoned the bears' jeans,
watching them fall open as the zipper was still undone, further exposing
the semi-hard cock, and gently drew the shirt tails up and out of the
bears' pants, and then the shirt itself over the bears shoulders, exposing
a large hairy belly, chest, and back, Once, the fur had all be dark, but
now it held a grizzled pattern of deep dark brown and grey, with white
splashed across the chest in places and the back still fully dark, almost
black, Don couldn't resist quickly caressing the pelt on the back, feeling
a soft shudder pass through the bear.  He rapidly knelt again, before he
forgot himself and got lost in exploring the fur, and untied Mike's shoes,
carefully lifting one leg to remove shoe and sock then the other, and
setting them off to the side. He raised his head again, eye level to the
rapidly hardening cock, resisting the urge to lean in and taste it again,
but focused instead on slowly lowering the jeans, careful not to touch the
furry thighs the filled the legs, leaving the pants heaped on the floor
before reaching up to remove the dark blue bikini next.

"Oh, I think we have had enough of using your hands, boy. Get them back
behind your back now" the bear stated in a raspy voice. "Use your teeth for
those bikinis, and don't nip me either, if ya know what is good for you."

Quickly, Don's hands were behind his back again, and his mouth was now at
the bears' waist. The scent was strong now, almost irresistible to Don, but
still, he did his best to follow instructions and just remove the
underwear.  Carefully he tongued the elastic band at the left side of the
bear's balls, where it was already raised slightly, enough so that he could
get his teeth over it without catching any fur. Once it was grasped, his oh
so slowly started to tug downwards, keeping his head drawn back so as not
to snap the elastic back on the hairy orbs in front of him, exposing them
slowly.  Finally, he managed to get the front of the bikini down low enough
to keep things safe, but in so pulling had caused the bikini to be
stretched taunt over the furry round ass on the other side. Not sure if he
should move, he leaned far to one side, stretching as far as he could, and
carefully grasping the bikini with his teeth, pulled it down slightly. He
then leaned the other way, leaving his teeth running across the waist band
so he wouldn't risk nipping, his eyes passing directly over the aroused
package in front of him, feeling it brush across his forehead.  Reaching
the other side, he pulled slowly downward, feeling the bikini slow give,
the waist band growing less taunt as he eased it down beyond the bears'
hips, and he slowly lowered it the rest of the way, until it rested on top
of the jeans still gathered at the bears' ankles. He looked in
consternation now - without his hands, how was he to lift the bear's feet
to finish removing the clothing?

"Ha ha, a bit of a problem, isn't there?  Guess you shoulda thought of that
before I told you to put your hands back. Sigh, I guess I gotta be generous
and help ya out again.  Just lean yourself all the way in, bury your face
in the crotch of my jeans, and hold `em down, and I can lift my feet up and
out. Oh, and keep that fine ass raised up good and high, I wanna have
something to look at if I am gonna make the effort to do this."

And so he submitted meekly to a very submissive position, his face down at
the feet of his bear, hands behind his back, behind raised high, as Mike
raised one foot and removed it from the jeans.  Placing the foot down
again, Mike slowly lifted his other foot, enjoying the view, removing it
from the jeans as well, finally naked. Instead of placing this foot down on
the floor, he placed it between Don's shoulder blades, holding him down.

"You did a pretty nice job with that, I'd be pleased. But did ya really
think I wouldn't notice you touching my back fur? Did ya really?  I sure as
hell can't let you get away with such disobedience, now can I? Nah, I sure
can't.  You need to learn to show proper respect, boy.  Stay right where
you are at."

With that, the bear raised his foot and stalked across the room. There was
the sound of furniture moving, and then a footrest was placed alongside
Don's body. Mike sat his bare ass on it, facing towards the upraised
behind, and before the prone bear could grasp the situation, raised his
hand and brought it down with a loud slap across Don's right ass cheek,
which would have caused Don to fall flat had the bear not insinuated a foot
under Don's belly before administering the spank, hooking Don's hip and
keeping things stable. Again the hand was raised, and brought rapidly down,
this time on the left cheek.  A high yip of surprise escaped Don's lips,
and the bear growled.

"Ya'll take what ya deserve, quit your whining!"

With that, the bear rapidly slapped both sides again, and then brought his
open palm down right in the center of the now pink ass.

Flipping the hand over, Mike softly ran the back of his hand across the now
sensitive skin, eliciting a bit of a moan, which he chose to ignore, then
he turned it and smacked both sides and then center yet again in rapid
succession, this time, the ass moving up a bit to meet his hand.  He slowly
caressed once again, then raised his hand, only to bring it down for
another slow caress. Feeling a bit of relaxation, he quickly stuck again,
both cheeks, which now shown a bit red.

His face down, not knowing what to expect, Don discovered the pain and
pleasure combination strangely invigorating, and a release of sorts, all of
the things he had done "wrong" fully washed away in the flow of pain, the
soft caresses letting him know he was still cared for yet also highlighting
the pain further.  Knowing deep inside he would never be truly hurt, he
relaxed in the sensations, and the odd satisfaction he found himself
feeling after each slap. The burning tingling sensation seemed to have
peaked, and now each slap just refreshed it, made him feel it over again.

"Well, as I said, ya did pretty darn good, so I think 10 swats is enough
for now" rumbled the bear, his hand still lingering over the hot red area,
brushing it lightly. "Let's see what we can do about this. Time ta get up,
go stand over there, hands on the wall up over your head, legs spread."

As Don slowly got to his feet and complied, standing near the desk, Mike
rose and dug through some bags on the dresser. As he approached, he ordered
"No, take a step back, bend over a bit, yeah, just like that" until Don was
bent at the waist about a quarter of the way, his arms spread and over his
head.

Mike came up behind Don, and started to lightly stroke his back. Don let
his head fall, his eyes close, content for the moment. The touch was slow,
even, nothing was rushed.  Eventually, the hands left Don's back, and the
snap of a lid opening was heard. Don felt something fluid and cool run over
his hot ass, and then the hands commenced to lightly rub, the liquid
soothing the sensitive skin, yet enhancing the feel of the touch.

While one hand moved up and rubbed across Don's lower back, the other
allowed a finger to slip into his crack, up and down, spreading the liquid,
diving deeper and deeper each pass. Eventually, the finger passed lightly
over the tight rosebud hidden deep, and the other hand lifted off Don's
back to pick up a bottle and drizzle more of the liquid lubricant down his
crack, allowing the finger to tickle over him.  Without thinking, Don
moaned low and pressed back against the finger, expecting some light
play. Instead, with all the lubricant present, Mike quickly and easily
plunged the finger deep inside, rotating his hand so that the lubricant was
more evenly spread. Don gasped, not used to such a rapid penetration, but
was surprised to find that the sting of his spanked ass dimmed and
cancelled out the pain of the sudden entry.  He felt himself probed and
opened slightly, and the finger then pulled out.  A sudden emptiness
engulfed him, as hands massaged his sensitive cheeks, re-igniting the burn.
Again, a finger slipped into his crack, and slid inside his hole, working
rapidly back and forth this time, then lifting up, forcing Don up on his
toes. Don started panting, unused to being so rapidly invaded, yet finding
that his muscles were loosening more quickly than they ever had.

Again, the finger was suddenly withdrawn, and without thinking, Don moaned
and pushed his ass back, finding himself wanting to be filled again.

"Oh, the boy thinks he is in charge now, huh, tryin' ta get what he
wants. Lucky for you, I want the same thing" growled the bear, as he again
slapped the bright ass in front of him. As Don gasped at the unexpected
onslaught, Mike gripped his hips and in one rough thrust rammed his hard
member deep inside the lubed hole.  Pressing hard, he hilted completely,
the front of his balls resting against the back of the large furry balls
hanging between Don's leg.

Again, the two separate acts of rough handling cancelled out each other,
leaving Don feeling full and aching, out of breath, craving more instead of
wanting it to end. And then, as the bear pulled back and then thrust
forward again, not waiting to see if the mounted bear was ready yet to be
fucked but just taking his own pleasure, the head of his cock spreading the
lube deeper and over the hidden g spot buried within, Don felt the heat
from his ass turn into a warmth inside himself.

Mike slowly and relentlessly forced himself back and forth in the warm
hole, feeling it loosen further, feeling it hot and tight around him as it
seemed to clutch at his cock and want to drag it in further. As he was at
his deepest, pressed against the tender buttocks, he began to grind in a
circular motion, his fur moving smoothly, causing sensations both inside
and out.  Pulling back, cool air washed over the now re-exposed skin, still
damp from the lubricant, causing Don to gasp. The alternating hot and cold
sensations on his skin and the hard thrusting deep inside followed by the
stretching as the bear made the circular motions were repeated over and
over, heightening everything that Don felt.

Releasing the hips, the bear bent as well, his hairy chest and belly
covering Don's back, and he reached around and started to tease Don's
nipples, all the while gently nibbling at the neck and shoulder before
him. He slowly rolled the nipples between his fingers, feeling them harden,
and then began to lightly pull on them in time to his thrusts, which became
more rapid. Sweat began to run off of him, dripping onto the bear beneath
him. He was breathing heavily, and a low growl began to emanate from deep
within his chest. Finally unable to control himself any further, the
fucking lost any sense of rhythm; it was faster and more furious.

Don was surrounding by sensations, almost in a sensory overload. He lost
himself in it, pleased to be the focus of so much pleasure. Suddenly, the
bear gave one last hard thrust, and his throbbing cock began to spurt forth
load after load of hot cum. Again his head tilted back, and he unleashed
his pleasure in both the form of his orgasm and a deep growl that seemed to
fill the room.

Before Don could react at all, the bear started to thrust again, milking
out the last of his seed, slowly moving himself back and forth, making sure
every bit of the soft insides of his lover were covered with hot white
cream, as he sagged a bit, pressing some of his weight down on Don.

Drawing a deep breath, still a bit shakily, the bear mumbled "Ah cub, you
are almost enough ta tucker a bear out. You are one helluva fuck." With
that, the bear straightened, his arms still tight around Don's chest,
pulling them both upright. He nuzzled his face into Don's neck, kissing it
gently. "Ya don't know how much I just need you sometimes."

Mike slowly drew Don over to the bed, letting him relax in his arms, their
bodies sharing warmth from the recent action.

Thinking it was time to cuddle, Don didn't even stop to think as the bear
laid him gently on his back with his feet facing the headboard. He
stretched out as the bear picked something up off the bed, listening to the
bear bending at the foot of the bed and doing something, maybe picking up
the clothes they had scattered.  Still somewhat dazed, he didn't even
wonder why; he just spread his arms wide, releasing the tension from
standing bent, and found his head over the edge of the bed. Smiling,
thinking he had stretched too far, he was about to ease himself back when a
pair of meaty thighs closed in around his head, holding him in place.

"I said ya almost tuckered me out, I didn't say I was done yet" laughed the
bear, as Don struggled in his surprise, finding it hard to catch a
breath. "Oh yeah, struggle, make this even more fun."

The bear loosened his legs just enough for Don to catch a breath and lower
his face a bit, then clamped them tight again. Don had room to breathe, but
still struggled, and gasping, his nostrils where filled with the musky
scents of a bear that had cum not once but twice already, sweaty and
strong.

Placing his right hand square on Don's chest, Mike slowly bent to his left,
his legs still tight holding his captive, and lifted something from the
ground, partially straightening again. Don felt Mike grasp his left arm,
holding it down, and then felt something soft wrap around his wrist and
tighten. As Mike repeated the process but to the right, Don gave his left
hand a tug, and found it held firmly in place.

Satisfied, Mike stepped back, allowing Don to see what had happened. He
hadn't been straightening clothes as Don stretched; he had taken the belts
and looped them around the legs of the bed and buckled them, and now had
firmly tied the supple leather around Don's wrists. The more Don struggled,
the tighter they seemed to get.

"Yup, a bear that is almost tuckered needs a bit of help now and
then. This'll help keep ya in line."

With that, Mike leaned over a bit, and started running his fingers lightly
up and down Don's sides, from his exposed arm pit to his hips. He barely
touched the soft warm skin, his fingers gliding lightly over the soft silky
fur.  He started to flick his fingers in the now damp arm pits, which made
his slow caresses tickle all the more as the speed and motion
changed. Unable to control himself, Don began to squirm.

"Stop it, stop it" he gasped.

"Eh, did someone say something? Without a "sir"? Nah, that couldn't be, I
didn't hear anything." Mike now wiggled his fingers as he moved them up and
down, causing more struggling and suppressed laughter.

As only his arms were restrained, Don's legs and feet began to thrash as he
struggled, twisting from side to side, but the fingers moved away from him
just enough to continue the very light touches.  This lasted for over a
minute, becoming more frantic, when suddenly Mike's left hand reached
between Don's legs and grabbed his large furry balls, pulling and squeezing
them. Already red in the face, Don gasped in shock and held very still.

"Yeah, I thought that might calm ya down.  When I want ta touch you, I like
some struggle, but not all this drama" the bear said, giving another yank.
His right hand rubbing up and down Don's side, not tickling, merely
stroking, he spoke in a soothing voice, his thumb now moving in slow
circles on the captured balls. "Uh huh, that's a good boy, just settle
down, the big mean bear isn't done quite yet, that's right, just relax" he
murmured as he massaged the large balls and listened to the gasping and
ragged breathes calm down into just deep breathes.



With that, Mike straightened slowly, releasing the balls, and trailed his
fingers slowly up the bear belly spread out in front of him, across the
chest, running up the throat and over Don's face. Don moaned lightly, but,
tired from his struggles and the rapid painful lesson on his balls, didn't
move.

"Yeah, ya caught your breath, time for more action from that hot tongue of
yours. Eat this out good." And with that, Mike turned around and shoved his
meaty furry ass in Don's face. Before Don could even react, Mike reached
around and spread his own round cheeks wide, and pushed himself back, his
sweaty crack pressing against Don.

Without conscious thought, Don opened his mouth and ran his tongue softly
over the ridges of skin surrounding the hole in front of him, his eyes
glued to the balls hanging in front of him, his head still hanging upside
down over the edge of the bed.  With no encouragement, he began to run his
tongue up and down, tasting the sweat, lapping at the opening, teasing
it. Mike began to shift his hips up and down, giving the bound bear more
access to pleasure him, his furry buttocks rubbing Don's cheeks. As Mike
groaned, Don pointed his tongue and drove it past the rim, circling,
wetting it, feeling the muscles slowly relax and let him in further and
eliciting even more responses.  "Oh gawd yeah, fuck me with that
tongue". He licked and started to probe, a bit further each time, feeling
the soft inner walls with his tongue. He felt more than saw the bear bend
over, and his tongue slipped deeper and deeper.  The bear shuddered in
pleasure, his cock hardening once again as he was lavished with attention
at his hole.  Watching this arousal around the balls hanging in front of
him, Don felt his own cock twitch and leak, and he plunged his tongue in
deeper and faster, until the bear slowly pulled away.

"Hot damn, I swear you could make me cum just eating me like that" Mike
said, his voice deep and husky, his breath fast and heavy, "and I'd let ya,
too, if there wasn't so much more of you I want to enjoy first."

Turning, Mike reached down and grasped the tips of Don's nipples with his
fingers, and roughly twisted them.  Not only was nipple play a favorite of
Don's, but at this stage, pain and pleasure had begun to merge. With each
twist and pinch, Don's cock throbbed and got harder, first standing
straight then curving down towards his belly, where a pool of precum began
to form.  The nipples were pulled up and then to the side, released and
then slapped. Don moaned and squirmed, and the process started over, but
one at a time, first the left nipple was pinched, twisted, pulled while the
right was left alone, then the right got the same treatment. Don groaned as
his nipples further engorged, and without realize it, began to thrust his
hips in time to the nipple play. Mike bent and took the left nipple in his
mouth, sucking it slowly, as he worked the pinching, pulling, twisting
process with the right side. Don gasped as sides were again switched, the
right nipple the object of sucking this time. When Mike bit down on it, Don
cried out loudly, losing control.

"Can't have all this noise, now, can we" snapped the bear, straightening,
and he quickly forced his hard cock into Don's wide open mouth, effectively
gagging him.

Again the nipples where played with at the same time, rolled between thumb
and forefinger, pulled and tugged. The more Don jumped, the deeper he found
the cock forced into his mouth. Dazed and tired again, he felt himself
relaxing, the sensations again taking him to a euphoric state.

Suddenly he felt something new. Mike had bent over, and was slowly taking
Don's cock in his mouth. Unable to move or speak, all he could do was
accept this new round of stimulation being forced on him, made more intense
by everything else he was feeling.

Drawing his head back, allowing his teeth to run over the shaft, Mike
slowly released Don's cock, leaving a trail of saliva behind.  "Oh, yeah,
ya like this, don't ya" he growled out, twisting both nipples, then lunging
forward, taking the whole of the cock deep in his mouth at once and sucking
vigorously. He ran his tongue up and down the shaft, and then began to bob
his head up and down, pressing his teeth down on occasions, wrapping his
tongue around the head at the end.  Mike pressed hips further forward,
burying himself deep down Don's throat, but didn't move, restraining and
silencing the man beneath him, while he devoured the hot throbbing cock
mercilessly, forcing his head back and forth, his lips tight around the
hard shaft.  He finally drew back, and started to nibble at the length of
the shaft, drawing jerks and twitches, then run his tongue softly and
slowly over it, alternating mild pain with pleasure. Every time Don
squirmed or jerked, the teeth would close on the now very sensitive head of
his cock, forcing him to stay still.

"Now that's behavin' right, takin' whatever I give ya, I guess it's time
for me ta get a snack."

With that, Mike gently sank his mouth over the rigid member, caressing it
now with his lips and tongue, treating it in the opposite fashion as
before, and instead of this gentle treatment dimming when compared to the
rough treatment before, the contrast made Don focus all the more on the
building need within his own self, even as that need became an expression
of selflessness. Unable to move his arms or to express himself verbally,
unable to attempt to pleasure instead of just being pleasured, he gave in,
releasing that last bit of control freely to the bear. His back arched as
orgasm overtook him, wave after wave of cum being forced out of his balls
and into the waiting mouth of the bear, who sucked it down harder, eager
for every last drop. At the first spurt of hot cum, the bear moved his
hands from Don's nipples to his ass, holding him, squeezing him,
controlling him even in this moment of abandon.

And control him he did, his hands and mouth prolonging the orgasm, drawing
it out, until finally Don sagged back down against the bed, exhausted.

Mike slowly let Don's softening cock out of his mouth, having swallowed
most of the massive load of cum.  As Don lay there limply, relaxed, Mike
moved his hands up off of Don's ass to his knees, and pulled them up and
back, spreading Don's legs as he did. He moved his mouth and goatee over
Don's balls, and forced his face between the still pink cheeks.  Pulling
Don's legs up further and raising his own arms, he pressed down now,
locking Don's knees in his arm pits, Don's ass raised and open, and he
forced his tongue inside the waiting hole. Don was unable to even shudder
at this new invasion, with his arms still spread and bound, his mouth still
full, and his legs up almost to his own shoulders.

Mike slowly took the last of the cum that he hadn't swallowed and spread it
across Don's rim, and then pushed it in along the anal walls, still
somewhat loose from the earlier penetration.  He started to probe deep and
determined with his tongue, lubricating the warm inviting hole with saliva
and cum, reaching further until his own cum from earlier began to
intermingle with the fresh cum.

With that, he withdrew his tongue, and began to nip at anything in reach -
ass cheeks, thighs, balls.

"Oh damn, I need that hot ass now" grunted the bear, and he pulled his
rigid cock out of Don's mouth and swung his body around, never allowing
Don's legs to stretch out and down.  Rapidly positioning his cock head, he
thrust deep and hard, causing Don to gasp as his mouth was now free.
Pistoning rapidly, plowing through the cum, the bear stopped the gasps by
covering Don's mouth with his own, kissing passionately. There was no
rhythm, no smooth gentle motion; it was all stripped to an urgent need. The
bear thrust harder and harder, faster and faster, and Don felt himself
responding to the need. He was loose and relaxed, and exalted in knowing
that it was his body, his person, which was both driving and relieving that
need. He felt wanted, loved, and protected, contrary to what one might
expect.

Driven beyond control, Mike stopped kissing and nipped at Don's lower lip,
then again tilted his head back and let out a loud roar as his own orgasm
flooded all his senses. He felt his own essence drain into this man whom he
loved, and who had given of himself so completely, and realized this was
more than a game of role playing, it was yet another symbol of the deep and
true commitment they had for one another. He released Don's legs as he
continue to unload, feeling them wrap around him, and kissed frantically,
whispering "love you" with each new spurt, until he finally collapsed,
exhausted, across his lover.

Breathing heavily, he levered himself up, his finally softening cock
slipping out from their latest joining, and he clumsily untied and rubbed
Don's wrists then rolled them both over onto their sides. He threw one leg
up over Don's waist, holding him in his arms, and began a slow and thorough
kissing of Don's face.

"Ok, I know you didn't stay stop, but it's cuddle time now" he said softly.

Breathing deeply, moving his face to nuzzle in the sweaty fur of Mike's
chest, Don whispered "I never want you to stop any of the things you do,
you amaze me, everything you do lets me know how much you love me, and I am
always surprised that there are new things that show it all over again."

"Thank you, my sweet bear; I hope to always show you how much you mean to
me."

And so the bears snuggled close, peaceful in each others company.  The room
was now dark and quiet. Softly, Don whispered "next time, I'm going to be
in charge", to which Mike grinned and nodded, before planting a soft kiss
on the top of Don's head. But that is for another story.