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I've been wanting to do an ongoing storyline for some time featuring some of my favorite sexual themes, such as age differences, size differences, hypnotism, bondage, father/son roleplay, and more. This first chapter took me a while to get going, but, once I got into it, it just rolled out. I hope you like these two characters as much as I do, and I hope you'll come along for the ride. ","description_bbcode_parsed":"This is the first in a series of chapters I intend to publish as I get them written. I've been wanting to do an ongoing storyline for some time featuring some of my favorite sexual themes, such as age differences, size differences, hypnotism, bondage, father/son roleplay, and more. This first chapter took me a while to get going, but, once I got into it, it just rolled out. I hope you like these two characters as much as I do, and I hope you'll come along for the ride. ","writing":"Toby and Bruno – Chapter One – A Fateful Meeting\n\n[i]Saturday night,[/i] Toby thought. My first Saturday night as a college graduate. [i]I’ll be danged if I’m going to stay in this dingy room and jerk off. I’m going out![/i] The thought made him rub the towel at his recently-showered fur that much more vigorously.\n\nHonestly, the room at the Y wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t exactly the Hilton. It had ample space for his meagre possessions and a bed to sleep in. Okay, he had to walk down the hall and use a communal shower, but that was no different than dorm life. He had rented it for a month in advance, in case he tried a room elsewhere and it didn’t work out.\n\nHe opened the drawers of the bureau and pulled some items out, putting them on the bed, then paused to look at himself, naked, in the full-length mirror that hung on the closet door. He looked pretty good, he thought, with his reddish-brown fur and his striking green eyes. Okay, he was short, a bit chubby, and he wasn’t exactly hung like the proverbial bear. As a Himalayan brown bear, he’d been a runt all his life, and there were some times when he cursed it. Luckily, he’d discovered that some guys didn’t mind if you were small, and there were some activities he’d enjoyed in bed that didn’t require a big cock at all. He smoothed down his fur. [i]It’s not that small,[/i] he thought to himself. [i]Just a little below average is all.[/i]\n\nHe picked out a pair of red briefs that he liked, slipping into them, then pulled on a dark blue tank top, slipping a floral patterned lighter blue shirt over that. Sandals and a pair of perfectly distressed-looking jeans rounded out the look, and a simple gold chain around his neck completed it. The chain had belonged to his Dad and was one of the few things he’d managed to hang onto from before the accident, as it was kept in a security box for him by the family lawyer. He liked to wear it sometimes, when he was feeling fancy. A session with the toothbrush, a few strokes of the hairbrush to tame the tangle on top of his head, a dab of deodorant, and he was off into the warm early summer night. He almost never wore shoes unless he was out for a formal occasion, and this was anything but.\n\nThere weren’t that many purely gay clubs in Boston any more, but Machine was always good for a spot to see a wide-range of clientele, get some decent drinks, and have a good time. Quite often, there were older, burly guys there, which Toby never complained about, and once in a while, he got up the courage to dance. So it wasn’t shocking that this is where his feet led him.\n\nHe had his ID ready by the time he got to the door. The Doberman acting as bouncer looked at it, then at him. He raised an eyebrow.\n\nToby sighed. “Jack, do we have to go through this every time? I’m 22.”\n\n“Are you sure?” the Doberman asked with a snicker. “You look like a cub to me.”\n\nThe flush on his ears was partly because he knew it was true. He’d been told often what a baby face he had, and, between that and his height, he was often mistaken for a cub. “Har har,” he grumbled. “You gonna let me in or not?”\n\n“Figure I will,” Jack said with a smirk. “Ten dollar cover.”\n\n“What else is new,” Toby muttered, handing over the money and heading inside. The darkness, boozy smell, and pulsing music washed out over him as the door closed, and he took a moment to let his eyes adjust. Decent crowd, he thought, slowly working his way around the conversations to the bar. He got a few looks as he headed that way, but he knew he’d have few folks speaking to him. He didn’t know if it was his height, his young looks, or his chubbiness, but something about him seemed to keep folks at a distance.\n\nA rum and coke or two later, he was smiling happily, looking around with some optimism. The crowd had filled up some, and there were a couple of guys he liked the looks of. There was a skunk, about his same age, but tall and burly. A lion well past his prime and paunchy was smiling his way now and then. There was even a draft horse in a leather vest who looked like he could be fun. But all of that went out of the cub’s head when the door opened.\n\nThe bear who entered was huge. Huge upon huge. He was a Kodiak, clearly, and he had to stoop, just a little, to come through the door. When he straightened up, Toby’s jaw dropped. The bigger bear wasn’t quite twice his size, but, at nine foot or so, it was close. Even a smaller Kodiak could be half-a-ton or more, and this was no small bear. He was heavily built, with fat spread nicely over muscle. He was dressed in brown leather work books, black jeans, and a white tank top with a sleeveless leather vest over it. Judging by the ragged edges of the vest, Toby guessed the bear had just torn the sleeves off at some point. He was wearing a black baseball cap, and he had a leather band around his right wrist. He walked up to the bar and ordered a 33 oz. cider. In his hands, the huge drink looked small, and he drank almost a third of it in one long pull. The big bear looked around, looked over at Toby, and then grinned. Toby knew he was staring, but he couldn’t help but just blush, smile, and give a meek little wave.\n\nWhen the big bear took another swallow of cider, Toby thought he might’ve missed a chance, but, to his surprise, the big bear picked up his cider, came over, and sat right next to him. Toby felt a sudden tightening of his jeans in front as the big, older bear smiled down at him. Toby was guessing his sudden neighbor was late-40s or so, and he felt his mouth dry up. He swallowed some rum and coke, quickly…too quickly…he sputtered a bit, and the big bear looked surprised and patted his back. When Toby could breathe and stop coughing, the big bear rumbled. “Down th’ wrong pipe, Cub?” the deep, deep voice asked. Toby didn’t just hear the voice – he felt it vibrate through him.\n\n“Yessir,” he managed to gasp out. “S’what I get from drinkin’ too fast.” How embarrassing. Here this giant stud was right next to him, and he had to act like a silly kid. \n\nBut to his surprise, the big bear chortled and gave his back a rub. “Well, don’t go chokin’ on me, now. That would be a shame. Yer th’ cutest fella here by a mile.”\n\nToby’s ears reddened. Him? The cutest? There was no way he was this lucky! But when he looked up, the big bear was smiling down with good-natured humor. Suddenly, he was offered a huge hand. “Bruno Tacotti. S’yer name, Cub?”\n\n“Oh…Toby Branch. Tobias. Toby for short.” He took the huge hand, shaking it, feeling ridiculously young, small, and out of his depth.\n\n“Real nice to meetcha, Toby. You from ‘round here?” Toby shuddered. Every time the enormous bear talked, he felt the tingle of the voice’s basso vibration deep in his guts. It was unnerving and thrilling at the same time. Was that accent southern? Midwestern, he thought.\n\n“Not exactly? I went to school in town. When classes ended, found myself with a Liberal Arts degree and a bad case of what the heck do I do now?” Toby grinned. “Figured I’d get a place, since I know the town. Maybe a crappy job, til I figure out what I really want to do.”\n\nThe big bear scratched his chin and sipped some more cider. “Must not be on good terms with your folks. Most kids in your position would move back home t’ save a few bucks. Boston ain’t exactly cheap.”\n\nToby’s ears drooped. “I…well, I don’t have any kind of terms with my folks. They passed away. Been more or less on my own since I was twelve.”\n\nThis took the big bear aback, and he frowned. “Oh…jeez, Toby, I’m sorry. Listen t’ me yammerin’. That’s on me, kiddo. Sorry t’ dredge that crap up.”\n\n“Oh, no!” Toby quickly insisted. “It’s totally cool. You didn’t know, Mr. Tacotti.” He blinks…why had he called him Mr. Tacotti, and not Bruno?\n\nBut the big bear chuckled. “Hey, now…I feel old enough around a cutie like you without that. Jus’ call me Bruno…or…” He leaned in with a twinkle in his eyes that crinkled the crow’s feet around their edges. “you *could* call me Papabear…but only if you promise t’ still call me that t’morrow mornin’.”\n\nToby felt his ears pop straight up…felt the hot flush on his face. “P-papabear?” he asked, almost in awe. “I mean…um…” He rubbed the back of his neck, grinning like an idiot. “I’d…kinda like that.”\n\nBruno dropped a big arm around his shoulders. “Well, that’s real good, Cub,” the big bear murmured. “Real good.” And then he leaned in and pressed a warm kiss to Toby’s lips.\n\nThe young bear’s brain fried just a little. Part of him was thinking, [i]What am I doing? I just met this guy five minutes ago. Now I’m calling him Papabear and kissing him? What am I, a horny teen?[/i] But the other part had nothing to say. It was too busy enjoying it. Toby found himself kissing back eagerly, moaning into the big bear’s muzzle, softly putting his hands on Bruno’s chest for support.\n\nBruno put a hand on the side of Toby’s face, and the younger bear sighed as the kiss was broken, resting his head there. “What a sweetie,” Bruno said with a smile. “Sweet as honey. My Honey Cub.” He kissed again, and now Toby found himself whimpering, pushing himself up against Bruno’s chest, letting the big bear take him in his arms. When Bruno whispered in his ear, “Wanna get out of here, Cub?” Toby nodded rapidly, and then blinked.\n\n“Um…well…I…” Toby swallowed. “I mean…this is so sudden. I hardly know you, and…um…” He fidgeted in his seat, while the part of his brain that had enjoyed the kiss was screaming, [i]What’re you doing? Don’t blow this! He’s gorgeous![/i]\n\nBruno chuckled. “Well, y’know…that’s a fair point. I don’t know you, either, but it ain’t like I’m scared, so that’s cool.” He stroked along Toby’s chin, looking deep into those green eyes. Toby looked back, losing himself in the warm brown of Bruno’s eyes. “Listen, Cub,” Bruno said in a slow, even voice that melted over his ears like honey. “Don’t worry, okay? I ain’t gonna do nothin’ with you that you don’t want. We’ll go slow, an’ I promise you’ll love it. My place is just a few blocks away. An’ I’ll even buy you breakfast in th’ mornin’. What do you say?”\n\nToby stared into those eyes…so deep…so warm…and that voice…so smooth…so soothing…he found himself nodding as Bruno nodded. And then he found himself on his feet, with a big bear’s arm around him, guiding him along.\n\nLater, he could barely remember the walk. He vaguely remembered Jack watching the two of them leave and giving Toby a grin and a thumbs up. The next strong memory he had was of being inside. Bruno was looking into his eyes again. He felt so relaxed. “There’s my cub. My Honey Cub,” Bruno was saying. The apartment was clearly lived-in. The furniture wasn’t new, but it was solid and expensive stuff. It was also gigantic, suiting the proportions of the bear who lived here. Toby blushed a bit, as the situation seemed to emphasize his small size, making him feel little and young all over again. A few pictures on the wall seemed to show Bruno with people who might be family and friends. The big bear was dressed in a business suit and looking damned fine in it.\n\nAnd then, there was the bedroom. The bed was huge, with deep blue covers. There was a mini-fridge in one corner, and a massive chest of drawers in the other. A stylish lamp sat on the bedside table. Toby was lifted like a child, settled on his back on the deep, comfortable bed by the big bear, who slipped in next to him and resumed kissing him. Toby found himself relaxing more, letting go of his inhibition, kissing back more eagerly. “There’s Papabear’s little Cub,” Bruno said gently. He helped Toby off with his sandals, kicked off his own workboots, and he opened the little bear’s pants, gently, seeing the red briefs. “God, you’re adorable,” the huge bear chortled. “And all mine.” He leaned down, and Toby felt his jaw opened as the huge bear’s strong tongue invaded his muzzle. He gripped Bruno’s shoulders for support, moaning, suckling at that invading muscle, unable to stop it as it explored his teeth, the roof of his mouth, his own tongue. It even tickled the back of his throat some, causing him to cough.\n\nWhen Bruno finally pulled back, both of their muzzles were damp with saliva, but the big bear hardly minded. Instead, he lifted Toby’s arms, peeling off the floral shirt, then the tank top. His own tank and vest were gone soon, too, and Toby moaned as he was pressed up to the big bear’s broad chest, inhaling the warm, masculine scent of the bear’s musk and sweat. He nuzzled until he found a nipple and took it into his muzzle, suckling. “Ohhhh, baby bear,” the big bear moaned with a shudder. Bruno’s hands pushed into the back of Toby’s opened jeans, stroking and caressing, squeezing the smaller bear’s rump through the briefs. Toby felt like he was in heaven. This was all so wonderful.\n\nSoon, Toby was lifted by the big bear, dragged right out of his jeans, left in only those little red briefs, which he was intensely aware he was tenting. “S-sorry I’m so small,” he said, suddenly self-conscious. One paw slipped in front of his groin, as if to cover himself.\n\n“Shhhh…silly baby bear,” the fatherly voice told him. “On me, this little thing would look small.” Toby watched Bruno feather a finger over the small bulge, making the young bear moan and a damp spot to spear. “On you, it looks as small and perfect as th’ rest of you.” Toby was laid back again and the briefs were peeled away. “There we go. Such a good boy.” Bruno leaned down, nuzzling his groin fur, breathing hotly over the stiff little cubcock, making Toby squirm and moan more.\n\nBruno straightened up and opened his own jeans, pushing them down, revealing green plaid boxers that were obscenely tented. When those were lowered, the monstrous cock beneath them slapped up against the bear’s belly, wetly, and Toby’s eyes went wide. “P-papa…that’s…um…I don’t think…I’m not sure I can…”\n\nBruno smiled and rubbed his thumb over the tip of his cock, gathering musk and precum before rubbing it over Toby’s nosepad. “Inhale, baby bear…and stop thinkin’ so much. I know what I’m doin’. Relax an’ give yourself over to me.”\n\nToby felt a *wham* in his brain as it was hit by a mack truck of pheromones. The little bear shuddered, flopping back, almost subdued by the intensity of the instincts that it triggered, panting, licking his lips…wanting…more. He sat up, brain feeling a bit fogged, and leaned in close, beginning to lick Bruno’s tip, softly, tongue swabbing over it.\n\n“Mmmmm,” sighed the bigger bear, gently putting his hands on Toby’s head. “There’s a good cub.” He rocked his hips, sliding his drooling cocktip over Toby’s muzzle. Toby licked and kissed at the huge maleness. He felt so small with this bear looming over him, doing this to him. He closed his eyes, inhaling more musk, opening his muzzle to lip over the slit. And then he felt Bruno reach down with one hand and cup his chin, the other hand sliding firmly to the back of his head. The big bear lined up his hips and began to slide forward, and Toby whimpered, feeling the massive cock spread his jaws wide as it pushed in a few inches. He tried to relax, letting his jaws open as wide as they could, but it still made his face ache. He tried to lick, but his tongue could barely move, pressed down by the cub-buster moving through his mouth.\n\nFor his part, Bruno was gentle enough, holding Toby in place and doing most of the work, grunting as he rocked his hips back and forth, sliding in a little deeper each time until about half his cock was gliding in and out smoothly. “There’s my boy. I know you can handle it. You’re my good cub.” And it was true, Toby thought…he [i]could[/i] handle it, somehow. He felt dreamy, his own hands rubbing at his small maleness and balls as the giant bear used his muzzle.\n\nToby lost track of how long the big bear did this. He worked himself up to nearly cumming, thinking the big bear might be close, but then held off, not wanting to end things so quickly. Then he heard the bear’s grunting and worked himself up again…only to have Bruno ease back and out of his mouth. Toby worked his jaw when his mouth was empty, feeling drool and precum running over his chin. He must look like a matted mess, he thought, and blushed.\n\n“Aw, my blushin’ boy,” Bruno said, smiling, tipping Toby’s muzzle up to look into his eyes. When Toby’s green eyes met those deep brown ones, he felt his heart give a pang. He could imagine falling for this big, fatherly bear. He was scared how quickly he felt like that.\n\n“Papa,” he said, softly, smiling, knowing how dopey and slutty he must look right now.\n\nBruno didn’t seem to mind. He leaned down, kissing the boy’s lips, making Toby’s heart give another leap. Then he reached over, arranging some pillows together. Toby watched, feeling almost detached, until the huge hands lifted him up so easily, putting him on the pillows on his belly. Bruno was quickly to slide over him, nuzzling his ears and hair, lovingly. “Are you my cub, Toby? My little baby bear?”\n\nToby smiled, dreamily, feeling the bigger bruin’s weight and warmth covering him like a wonderful, heavy blanket. He nodded, laying his chin on the pillows. “Your cub, Papa. For sure.”\n\n“That’s good,” Bruno whispered, nuzzling his ears. “Very good. But Papa’s gonna take jus’ a couple of precautions, okay? Don’t be scared.”\n\nToby blinked. [i]Scared?[/i] his addled mind thought. [i]Why on earth would I be scared?[/i] He got his answer when the big bear brought out some thick leather straps. He took Toby’s hands together, gently, and wrapped the straps into place around his wrists, binding them together. “Oh,” Toby said, blinking slightly awake. “I…um…I’ve never done this kind of stuff.”\n\nHis nervousness was interrupted when a big, warm tongue began to softly bathe his ears and hair. Toby sighed; his little ears had always been sensitive and sensual to him, and this big bear seemed to know just how to lick. He closed his eyes, smiling, lowering his chin to the pillows, wrapping his bound arms around one pillow to hug onto it. “There’s a good boy. You trust me, don’t you?” the rumbly voice asked, vibrating through him, sending shivers along his spine.\n\n[i]Do I trust him?[/i] Toby thought to himself. [i]I hardly know him, but he hasn’t done anything to me to make me not trust him. It’s not like I didn’t willingly follow him home. And Jack saw us leave together, and he didn’t seem concerned.[/i] He found himself nodding, slowly, dreamily. He trusted the big bear, and he managed to whimper out a soft, “Yes, Papa.”\n\n“Thank you, baby bear. You make me very happy.” Then, something slipped over Toby’s face, pushed into Toby’s mouth, and he found himself with a ballgag pushed into place, straps tightening down around his muzzle. He tried to protest, but he could only manage a muffled whimper. “It’s okay, Toby,” the big bear said with a soft chuckle. “I just don’t want you scaring my neighbors.” He put something in Toby’s hand. “Grip this.” Toby did and found it was a round metal ball, small but heavy. “Hold that tight. If you want me to stop at any time, just open your hand and drop that, and I’ll stop.” The tongue licked over his ear again. “I’m also gonna stop if I think I’m hurting you bad, or you can’t handle it…but I know my way around a cub. I think you’ll do just fine.”\n\nToby’s eyes widened. [i]Hurt me? Oh, God…is he really going to try and mount me? There’s no chance in the world that thing could fit in me![/i] He felt Bruno easing back off of him, and he almost dropped the metal ball out of sheer terror. But he didn’t. He held onto it. [i]I’ll…I’ll see what he does. If it gets to be too much, I’ll stop him.[/i] Deep in his heart, though. Toby knew he wanted to try. If it were possible…he knew it wasn’t, but…if it were…\n\nThe first touch to his hole made him gasp through his nose, because it wasn’t a cock. It was the big bear’s tongue. Toby moaned, a soft, muted sound, as Bruno’s big, dexterous tongue began to slide over his hole, sensually. [i]Definitely don’t want to stop this,[/i] he thought. [i]Fuck, that feels amazing![/i] The slow, slippery glide was almost intoxicating. Toby had read about rimjobs, of course, and he liked touches on his tailhole, but he’d never had the guts to ask any of the men on his very short list of previous partners if they’d be willing to try. None of them had seemed the sort. Bruno, however, clearly relished this, by the noise he was making. Low, soft mmms and grunts as he worked his tongue around. [i]Thank God I showered, [/i]Toby thought, and then a slippery flicker right at the hole by the tongue tip made his hips buck.\n\n“Oh, baby bear likes this, doesn’t he?” Bruno’s chuckling voice asked. “You want more, little bear?” Toby nodded rapidly. He was loving it, and when Bruno plunged back down and worked his hole harder with that tongue, Toby’s chin lifted, and he groaned more loudly, shuddering. This was so intense, so loving, and so sensual. Toby felt like his nerve-endings were on fire. He felt Bruno begin to lick more insistently…harder, more firmly, more demanding. And when his little hole finally relaxed enough to let the big bear in, Bruno didn’t waste the opportunity. Toby groaned as the tongue worked in. It was bigger than a couple of the cocks he’d taken, and it made him groan, made his hole clench, and made him want more.\n\nBruno went slowly, working that thick length in and out, pausing now and then to let Toby adjust, but soon the little bear was chin-down again, actually pushing his hips back to the big bear’s attentions.[i] If this were a cartoon,[/i] Toby chuckled to himself, [i]I’d have little floaty hearts over my head right now. This feels so fantastic…[/i]\n\nToby felt a pang of disappointment when he felt Bruno slither back out. But then the big bear lifted the littler one’s hips and that tongue slithered over Toby’s cock. Toby blushed, realizing that he’d been erect and drooling for the whole time he’d been tied up and rimmed, and he was starting to ache for a release. His hips bucked in Bruno’s hands as the tongue caressed and curled around his length, and he whimpered around the gag, almost begging with his voice.\n\n“Little bear needs to cum,” Bruno said, pulling back, making Toby almost sob as the stimulation went away. “And you will…but you’re going to cum how I want you to cum.” Toby felt himself lifted, and laid sideways over Bruno’s big lap. He felt so small like this, helplessly bound and gagged by the bear almost twice his size. One big hand slowly petted his hair and back, and the other one stroked his bare rump and legs. He felt himself melt, wriggling at how good everything Bruno did to him felt. When the big hands left his body, he whimpered, looking up, but he could only see that Bruno had turned to pick something out of a drawer in the bedside table. By the time he turned the other way to try and see what it is, it was behind him, and he heard something begin opened. \n\nHis sensitive nose picked up that it was lube half a moment before he felt a warm drizzle of it pouring along his cheeks, then get rubbed against his hole by a thick finger. Toby squirmed a bit as the finger rolled around in the lube, getting slippery itself, then Bruno put his other hand on Toby’s shoulders to gently hold him. “Relax for me now, Cub.” The thick finger at his hole angled and then began to press inside. Toby’s hole was already slightly relaxed and coaxed open by the tonguing he’d enjoyed, so it wasn’t hard to obey. He felt that thickness slide in and blushed deeply. Bruno’s finger was longer and thicker than his own cock, and the thought made him shy…right until the moment when he felt the fireworks go off behind his eyes and his cock jump at the electric jolt that went through it suddenly. He let out a strangled noise of animal lust.\n\n“Oh, my! Baby bear has a very nicely sensitive prostate it would seem,” chuckled Bruno. “What a nice find.” Toby felt that finger inside him caressing back and forth over his prostate, and it made him writhe in Bruno’s lap. He’d felt it stimulated before, of course, by previous lovers, and by a vibrator he kept stashed in his toys at home, but this was so deliberate, the attention so focused, that it made his body strain and rock. \n\n“Go ahead, Cub. Cum for Papa,” the big voice rumbled. Toby could hardly think. The intensity of what he was feeling was overwhelming him, and he couldn’t concentrate on where things were going. He only knew that he felt amazing, that something was pushing him over the edge, and then, with a cry, he felt himself release. The big voice rumbled in his ears. “There’s my boy…cum real nice for Papa,” it told him, and he obeyed, his hole clenching on the finger, his cock throbbing, the smell of his own seed hitting the air.\n\nToby felt the finger withdraw, felt a big hand…Bruno’s hand, he reminded himself as he came back down to earth, slipped under him and seemed to be rubbing his load around. He realized that, in his position, he must’ve cum on Bruno’s lap, and the thought made him blush hotly. Worse, he started to hear the squelching from underneath and realized Bruno must be stroking his load up and down that huge cock. The thought was…really hot, he admitted, even as he felt Bruno lift him and redeposit him on the pillows. “Well, you’ll never be more relaxed than right now,” Bruno chuckled. It was true, Toby thought, dreamily. He felt so good and languid. When Bruno eased two slippery fingers into his hole, it didn’t hurt at all. He felt open and relaxed to the big, loving bear’s attentions. A third finger, however, made him start to squirm again, but it was soon moving in and out. Slowly, Toby began to realize that he was starting to feel aroused again, his cock stiffening as those fingers worked inside him, casually rubbing his prostate again. [i]Is he going to make me cum again like that?[/i] he wondered.\n\nBut Bruno seemed to have other plans. Once the lubricated fingers were able to move in and out smoothly, they withdrew, and now Toby felt the big bear snuggling up behind him. He glanced back and saw Bruno’s smiling face. “Hey there, baby bear. You’re doing great, champ. Just relax and enjoy this, okay? We’re gonna go really slow at first so we don’t hurt you.” Toby watched Bruno apply a further coating of lube to that enormous cock, and then guide the tip down. The little bear swallowed, realizing what was coming, and he looked back forward, eyes uncertain. But he gripped the metal ball hard. He was already this far. He figured he should at least try, impossible as it seemed.\n\nThe press of flesh to the loosened knot of his anus made him whimper. It felt blunt, enormous, and beyond any chance of taking, but then he felt big hands, still slippery and sticky with his cum and lube, grip his hips, firmly but gently, claws carefully positioned so as not to dig into flesh. He closed his eyes, biting down on the gag, gripping the metal ball in his fist, trying to concentrate on keeping his hole loosened. He felt a slow increase in pressure back there, then an easing off. This repeated several times, each time becoming more insistent. And then, somehow, unlikely as it seemed, he felt himself start to give in – starting to stretch and accommodate – and he felt the big bear beginning to press inside.\n\nIt hurt. There was no denying that. Bruno was huge, and Toby was small, and the sheer size difference was making his hole burn as it was slowly, deliberately stretched. He felt the big hands grip him a bit harder, the claws pricking his skin slightly. He heard Bruno groan, felt the big bear shift, and then he felt his hole stretch a bit more, felt a little more give, felt that blunt head slowly working into him.\n\nToby breathed raggedly, his breath coming in gasps and spurts. He felt drool from where the gag forced his mouth open dripping down. He clenched his arms around a pillow to squeeze it, and he dug his sharp teeth into the rubber of the gag harder. He clenched his eyes, pushing out with his body, and then with a shuddering groan from Bruno, he felt the fat head pop past muscle resistance, and he ached deeply. It was okay, he told himself. He trusted Bruno, and he was sure the big bear wasn’t going to hurt him other than the pain of the love-making itself. \n\nThe fact that Bruno held still once the head was inside emphasized this. And he felt the big bear slowly lower his upper half to his elbows over him. “Such a good Cub,” was whispered in his ear. With Bruno’s size advantage over him, the big bear’s chest was over his head, but the huge bruin head lowered down to lick and nuzzle his ears, face, and hair, upside-downly. Toby felt like the cub Bruno called him, and he smiled, despite the strain of this. “I can tell you’re hurting a little, Toby, but you’re doin’ great. I knew you’d be able to take this. Don’t worry. First time’s always the hardest.”\n\nToby flushed at that. It wasn’t his first time. Did the big bear think he was a virgin? Or did Bruno meant this was only the first of times for the two of them? The thought made Toby blush harder, then scold himself mentally. [i]C’mon, Toby…snap out of it, man. This guy’s a drop dead gorgeous Daddybear. No way is he thinkin’ long term with a runt like you. ‘Sides, are we gonna tie ourselves down to the first guy who calls us Cub? Jeez, dude.[/i]\n\n“Hey,” came a gentle voice. “You okay? You looked really sad there a sec.” Toby looked up into an upside-down face that showed concern. “This hurtin’ too bad? You want me to stop?” Toby’s heart gave another lurch. Bruno was so nice and sweet. He shook his head rapidly and smiled. It didn’t matter what happened after tonight, because he’d never forget this first time with the loving Papabear. Bruno smiled back. “Okay…but you let me know if you need me to stop, okay?”\n\nThe big bear started to rock, very gently, easing forward a little, then pulling back. He moved forward again, and Toby could tell that he was easing in a bit further. He sighed, around the gag. This was amazing. Even the slightest motion inside him was mashing his prostate, due to the big bear’s size. His cock had sprung back to full mast and was dripping. He could feel the warmth of Bruno’s flesh inside him, the now dull ache in his ass, and the heat of the big bear’s body lowering down over him. Bruno’s arms gathered up him and the pillows, nestling them to his broad chest and belly. Toby saw the big head lowering, and then all he could see and smell was the thick, brown fur and the musk trapped in it. Bruno was covering him utterly from head to toe. If anyone was in the room, all they’d see was the big bear on the bed. The thought made his cock throb again.\n\nBruno rocked over and over, soon giving over to long, slow thrusts. Toby was vaguely aware that the big bear was sinking deeper and deeper, and he groaned, feeling his insides being jostled around. Then something shocking made him blink and thump his head up into the bigger bear’s chest. He felt Bruno’s hips push against his rump, the bigger bear’s balls pressing up to his own smaller ones. He made a muffled whimpering, questioning noise. “That’s right, baby bear,” Bruno said with a soft chuckle, lifting his head and looking down at his face. “Every inch Told you that you could take it.” Bruno lowered his head and licked Toby’s ear. “You’re a good boy. My good boy.”\n\nToby felt absurdly proud at the praise, especially the possessive nature of it. [i]I wanna be a good boy…your good boy[/i], he tried to think at Bruno, mumbling around the gag. He was grateful for the praise and for the fact that Bruno paused once he was fully inside, letting him get used to this intense feeling. It wasn’t pain any more…just a thick, dull ache, a feeling of being incredibly full, and a warm, heavy feeling that made him never want to move again. He closed his eyes and lost sense of time for a bit, accepting this wonderful feeling.\n\nHe was brought back to his senses by Bruno’s nuzzling. “Okay, Cub. Time for Papabear to take what he wants. Hug that pillow real tight for me.” Toby swallowed, hugging on tight, and he felt Bruno’s big hands press down on his shoulders, pinning him. He felt that massiveness inside him pulling back, slowly, and then he felt it thump in. He cried out, not in pain, but at the intensity of it. It made his body tingle all over. Between the brutalization of his prostate and the fact that it had caused a slight, sharp slap to his ass, a thump to his little balls. “Too much?” Bruno asked, and Toby found himself shaking his head no rapidly. It hadn’t been too much; it had felt incredible!\n\nBruno chuckled. “Good, Cub. Hang in there. Yer so dang tight, I’ve been holdin’ back, but I think yer ready fer this.” Toby felt the withdrawal and then the thump back in. Then again. And again. Slowly, Bruno was building up speed and force, beginning to hammer his ass, to really rut him. It was shocking, the power he felt above him, and he thanked his lucky stars that Bruno was as gentle as he was and had taken so much time to get him ready. Any less, and this might’ve been awful, but, as it was, it was wonderful.\n\nToby lost himself in time. He was aware that he was being fucked roughly by the huge bear, and he was loving it. But time no longer seemed important. Why did he care about time? No one was waiting for him. He hadn’t lined up a job. No one was expecting him. The big bear could keep him here and fuck him for days, and he wouldn’t be missed by anybody. The thought sent a thrill of fear and excitement up his spine. Bruno wouldn’t do that, would he? He swallowed, pondering dropping the ball, but he held it tightly instead. The big bear hadn’t shown any sign of being mean. Why stop trusting him now?\n\nThe rough fucking continued for a long time…long enough for Toby to admire the big bear’s staying power…and to begin to regret his own lack of it. He felt himself pushed towards a climax, and he blushed, hotly. Was he going to cum with no stimulation other than the big bear fucking him? About the time he wondered that, he felt his climax pushed over the edge, and he mmmmphed! into the gag, losing his second load of the night. He wondered if Bruno realized it, but a sniffing sound and a chuckle told him the big bear knew, making him blush harder.\n\n“Number two for the baby bear. Nice. And now, time for Papabear’s first.” Bruno paws held him still, and the rutting got inconceivably harder. Every thrust cause Toby to cry out around the gag, which kept him nicely muffled. He admired Bruno’s wisdom in tying his muzzle, and then he heard the big bear groan, felt Bruno body press in close, felt the thrusts becoming a bit erratic. And then Bruno let out a terrific series of grunts, and Toby’s eyes popped wide as he felt the liquid heat rushing inside of him. He heard the thrusting begin to squelch and could only imagine what the big bear’s load must be like. Copious, to say the least. Bruno managed a few more thrusts, then groaned, holding in deep. Toby blushed, almost imagining his belly getting filled with cum, but in reality, he could feel it soaking between his cheeks and running down his thighs.\n\nBruno let out a sigh, then carefully lifted himself up and even more carefully pulled back. Toby imagined a pop as the cock slipped out of him, and he felt cum gush out more. “Hehehe. Quite a mess, baby bear. You had Papabear nice and worked up. Got a real good first load out of him.” He got up and walked to the mini-fridge, coming back with a bottled water. The big bear opened it and downed half of it in a big gulp. Then he lifted Toby, one hand deftly removing the gag. The bottle was lifted to his lips, and he drank, blushing as he lifted his bound hands to half-hold it himself. Bruno chuckled. “I’ve got you, baby bear. Just drink, slowly.” \n\nToby blushed, but lowered his hands, letting Bruno give him a drink. Somehow, this emphasized the fatherly nature of the bear, and made Toby feel a bit like the “baby bear” Bruno kept calling him. But he was thirsty, and he drank greedily. When the water was gone, Bruno put the empty bottle on the bedside table and laid down, cradling Toby in his arms, pulling the blankets up around both of them. “You okay, Honey Cub?” he asked, gently.\n\n“Real good,” he heard himself sigh, laying his head on the pillowy chest.\n\nAt some point, he vaguely remembered being woken up with a groan as he was mounted for the second time. The gag was back in his mouth, and he felt the big bear moving in and out of him much more easily now. He felt exhausted, and he could barely move. He wasn’t even positive he stayed awake through Bruno’s second climax, and he knew he had fallen deeply asleep again.\n\nWhen he next opened his eyes, he blinked, wondering where he was. It took a moment for it to all come back, and he found that he was laying on his side in the big bear’s bed. He tried to move, but realized that, not only had he been re-gagged, but his ankles were tied too. Fear set in, and he squirmed, but the sound caused a chuckle to come out of the dark. “Well, good morning there, sleepy head.” A window shade was raised, and Toby realized that it was morning. Bruno, wrapped in a burgundy robe, came over and sat on the bed, smiling down at the bound up little bear. “Feeling okay this morning?”\n\nToby tried to talk, but the gag prevented it. “Oh, right. Well, you seem okay to me.” Bruno petted him, and Toby slowly calmed. “Don’t worry. As much as I’d love to keep you, I wouldn’t do that without your permission. I just tied you up because you got so squirmy the third time I fucked you.” Toby blinked. Third time? He could barely remember the second. “Can’t remember? I don’t think you actually woke up…just made a lot of noise and thrashed around til I had you all trussed up. Actually, it was pretty sexy, listening to you snore as I took you. Seeing how helpless you were.” He reached down, removing the gag. “You okay?”\n\nToby moved a bit, testing his body. “a little sore,” he admitted. “Could you please untie me?”\n\nBruno smiled and untied him, then rubbed his feet and hands to make sure circulation was going. “You’re a mess, baby bear. Your fur’s all matted with cum, lube, drool…”\n\n“Well, whose fault is that?” Toby chuckled. He sat up and almost fell over again, but Bruno caught him up, lifting him like a child.\n\n“I’ve got you, Honey Cub. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Bruno carried him out of the bed, and Toby squirmed.\n\n“You d-don’t have to, B…Papa.” He felt so woozy and weak.\n\n“Oh, hush. Don’t make me gag you again for sayin’ nonsense like that.” Bruno carried him along the hallway, and Toby just relaxed with a sigh. The bathroom proved to be as oversized as the rest of the house. Toby again felt that emphasis of his own smallness, like he’d become a little boy again. It didn’t help that Bruno could probably have bathed him in the sink, but at least the big bear took him into the bathtub. In no time, the tub was full of water, suds, and two bears, cuddling. Toby didn’t feel he had the strength to fight as Bruno washed him with a soft cloth and murmured endearing things. “There’s my Cub. Toby’s such a lil sweetie.”\n\nThe little bear’s ears burned red at that. “Y-you don’t have to keep calling me your cub,” Toby protested.\n\n“Oh?” Toby was turned around to look in the big bear’s eyes. “Aren’t you my Cub? Aren’t I your Papa?”\nToby felt those warm brown eyes melting his will to protest. Was he? He knew he felt something for the big bear, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to put a name to it yet. But it sounded awfully nice, to be someone’s Cub. He found himself nodding, dreamily. “Yes, Papa. I’m your Cub.”\n\nBruno smiled. “That’s what I wanted to hear. Don’t fret so much, Cub. And don’t think too much. You’re just a baby bear after all.”\n\n“Baby bear,” Toby sighed, relaxing into the big bear’s embrace. “Yessir. That’s me.”\n\nWhen they were washed, Bruno wrapped Toby in a huge, fluffy towel, drying him up before using a second towel to dry himself. He led the little bear back to the bedroom and dressed him. “Ready for breakfast?”\n\n“Is that a euphemism?” Toby asked, reaching out for Bruno’s cock. \n\nBut the big bear chuckled and moved his hips back. “Eager Cub.” He took Toby’s hand and led him out the door. They walked together in the morning sunshine, smiling at each other now and then, until they came to a little diner on the corner. “These guys have the best pancakes. Do you like pancakes, Cub?”\n\n“Love ‘em! With lots of honey! And a side of bacon.”\n\nBruno smiled. “Absolutely.” They went inside, and Toby looked around, admiring the place. It was clean, with red leather seating, stylish retro formica tops, and gleaming chrome. \n\nThey were seated, and the antelope waitress who came to take their order smiled at them both. What’ll you boys have?”\n\n“I’ll have the supreme omelet and coffee,” Bruno said. “My son will have waffles with honey, a side of bacon, and a large milk.”\n\nToby blinked, but the waitress just smiled at them both. “Sure thing, honey. Be right back with the coffee and the milk.”\n\n“Your son?” Toby asked, feeling a blush on his face.\n\n“Sure, why not?” Bruno said, smiling. “You know how much like a cub you look, especially with me. So why wouldn’t folks just assume that’s the case?”\n\n“Yeah, but…” Toby trailed off. It was a little humiliating, he guessed, but it was kind of nice to think about, too. He’d never had a Papabear for real. Why not enjoy the affections of this sexy, loving guy? Instead of protesting, he smiled. “Thank you for breakfast, Papa.”\n\n“You’re welcome, baby bear.” Bruno smiled back, then leaned over the table, kissing Toby right on the lips, a much more chaste and gentle kiss than the ones they’d shared last night.\n\nWhen the waitress came back, she was beaming at them. “I just want to say,” she said as she put the drinks down, “that it’s so nice to see a father and son being so affectionate together.”\n\nBruno smiled, reaching over to take Toby’s hand. “Well, I love my son a lot, ma’am.”\n\nShe leaned down, smiling at Toby. “And you must love your Dad a lot, too, don’t you, sweetie?”\n\nToby blushed, but he smiled over at Bruno. “Yes, ma’am. I sure do.”\n\nShe ruffled his ears with a smile. “I’m gonna make sure you get extra honey on your pancakes, sweetie.”\n\nAfter the excellent breakfast, they walked outside, holding hands like a father and son. It was a beautiful day, and they walked down the street together, then through a nicely manicured park. “So…what now?” Toby wondered.\n\n“Well, that’s up to you, baby bear,” Bruno said, smiling down at him. “There’s no one in my life, exactly. I have friends, sure, but no lover. No boyfriend or husband or wife or anything. And I don’t see any rings on your fingers, either.” They sat together on a park bench. Bruno put an arm around him. “So, do you want to see each other again?”\n\nToby pondered this. Bruno was an incredible lover, a loving person, and the father figure he’d never had. Part of him leaped at the idea…but part of him held back. “I…I think so?” He swallowed. “I gotta be honest…last night…I felt out of control. It was sexy, but it was really scary, too. I feel kinda stupid about it, but I guess I’m still just a little scared, y’know? I mean…I don’t normally spend the night with someone I’ve never met before.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “And…well…you sure you wouldn’t get tired of having a silly cub around? You don’t really know me. I might be really boring or something.”\n\n“That seems unlikely,” Bruno said, nuzzling behind Toby’s ear. “you sure you wouldn’t get bored of having a big old Papabear being all handsy with you?”\n\n“Oh my God, no!” Toby laughed. “That was…you’re incredible. But…I’ve never…um…” He swallowed, looking down at his hands folded in his lap. “So…I’m not a virgin or anything…but I’ve never had a committed relationship. I had a friend in high school I fooled around with some, and a couple of fuck buddies in college, but I’ve never had a…a boyfriend…let alone anyone like you. It…well, it scares me a little.”\n\nBruno nodded. “I reckon I can understand that. But…I like you a lot Toby. Maybe I’m even falling for you a little.” He used a finger to make Toby look up at him. “I want to do more. There. My cards are on the table. I ain’t ready to pick out drapes with you, but I’d like to see you again. Maybe take you out to dinner some place nice. Have a real date.”\n\nToby looked down again. “Jeez…I don’t even own a decent suit.”\n\nThe finger made him look back up again. “Then come clothes shopping with me. We’ll get you a suit, and then go someplace nice for dinner where you’ll need to wear it.”\n\n“I can’t do that,” Toby said, blushing. “I can’t afford a suit. I dunno if I’ll even be able to afford my apartment too long.”\n\nBruno laughed. “I’ll buy you a suit. You may have noticed, I’m not exactly hurting for money.”\n\n“I did notice that,” Toby admitted. “But I didn’t go to the bar last night looking for a sugar Daddy or anything.” After a moment, he asked, “What do you do for work anyway?”\n\nThe big bear’s grin spread. “I was wondering when you’d ask.” He leaned in and nuzzled Toby’s ear. “I’m a hypnotherapist.” \n\nToby’s eyes popped wide. “Waitasec. Did you…? Is that why I went home with you last night? Why I felt all floaty and out of control?”\n\nThe grin spread even wider and Bruno shrugged. “Look, sweetie, all I did was help you relax…loosen your inhibitions a bit. I didn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do.” He rubbed under Toby’s chin. “Besides, if I could make you do anything I wanted, don’t you think I’d just hypnotize you into coming home with me instead of telling you I want to see you again?”\n\nToby’s green eyes looked deep into the brown eyes. He felt a little lost in them, but he didn’t think he was being actually controlled. “I…I guess that’s true.” He looked in deeper. He felt how deep those eyes were…but then Bruno blinked, and Toby shook his head. “I…I just dunno.”\n\n“Let me buy you a suit. Take you out to dinner. Then you’ll have a suit for job interviews and such. And before you tell me I don’t have to, I know I don’t. I want to. You’re an angel. I like you, and I can afford it. So let me do this for you.”\n\nToby looked down at his feet. “Let me think about it, okay? I just…I already have these student loans I gotta pay off. I don’t want to feel in debt to someone else.”\n\nBruno smiled. “That’s fair. So here.” He took out a business card. It had the name of a well-known hypnotherapy clinic, as well as Bruno’s email and private extension on it. “Call me, or email me, or text me, or whatever it is you cubs are doing these days.” He reached out, stroking Toby’s cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Or worst comes to worst, and you just want to get fucked again, look me up at Machine next Saturday.” He winked. “But I hope you’ll call me before that.” He sighed, looking at his watch. “Sadly, I do have an engagement I need to get to, but thank you. I enjoyed last night immensely.” He leaned in and kissed Toby gently.\n\nThe little bear didn’t hesitate. He returned the kiss, lightly. “Thank you, Papa,” he said. “I loved last night too. I really did. I just…I just need to think some stuff over, okay?” He grinned, sheepishly. “You’re just…a lot to take in.”\n\nBruno winked. “Yes…but you managed last night. Three times.” Before Toby could protest, the big bear laughed and stood up, waving and heading out of the park. \n\nToby sat there, blushing. He looked at the business card. [i]Why didn’t you just say yes, stupid?[/i] he screamed at himself. [i]What if he changes his mind?[/i]\n\n[i]He won’t change his mind,[/i] Toby thought, a little smile coming to his lips. [i]He’s my Papa.[/i] The thought buoyed him up out of the bench, and he sauntered back towards his apartment, whistling, the future seeming strangely bright.\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Toby and Bruno – Chapter One – A Fateful Meeting
Saturday night, Toby thought. My first Saturday night as a college graduate. I’ll be danged if I’m going to stay in this dingy room and jerk off. I’m going out! The thought made him rub the towel at his recently-showered fur that much more vigorously.
Honestly, the room at the Y wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t exactly the Hilton. It had ample space for his meagre possessions and a bed to sleep in. Okay, he had to walk down the hall and use a communal shower, but that was no different than dorm life. He had rented it for a month in advance, in case he tried a room elsewhere and it didn’t work out.
He opened the drawers of the bureau and pulled some items out, putting them on the bed, then paused to look at himself, naked, in the full-length mirror that hung on the closet door. He looked pretty good, he thought, with his reddish-brown fur and his striking green eyes. Okay, he was short, a bit chubby, and he wasn’t exactly hung like the proverbial bear. As a Himalayan brown bear, he’d been a runt all his life, and there were some times when he cursed it. Luckily, he’d discovered that some guys didn’t mind if you were small, and there were some activities he’d enjoyed in bed that didn’t require a big cock at all. He smoothed down his fur. It’s not that small, he thought to himself. Just a little below average is all.
He picked out a pair of red briefs that he liked, slipping into them, then pulled on a dark blue tank top, slipping a floral patterned lighter blue shirt over that. Sandals and a pair of perfectly distressed-looking jeans rounded out the look, and a simple gold chain around his neck completed it. The chain had belonged to his Dad and was one of the few things he’d managed to hang onto from before the accident, as it was kept in a security box for him by the family lawyer. He liked to wear it sometimes, when he was feeling fancy. A session with the toothbrush, a few strokes of the hairbrush to tame the tangle on top of his head, a dab of deodorant, and he was off into the warm early summer night. He almost never wore shoes unless he was out for a formal occasion, and this was anything but.
There weren’t that many purely gay clubs in Boston any more, but Machine was always good for a spot to see a wide-range of clientele, get some decent drinks, and have a good time. Quite often, there were older, burly guys there, which Toby never complained about, and once in a while, he got up the courage to dance. So it wasn’t shocking that this is where his feet led him.
He had his ID ready by the time he got to the door. The Doberman acting as bouncer looked at it, then at him. He raised an eyebrow.
Toby sighed. “Jack, do we have to go through this every time? I’m 22.”
“Are you sure?” the Doberman asked with a snicker. “You look like a cub to me.”
The flush on his ears was partly because he knew it was true. He’d been told often what a baby face he had, and, between that and his height, he was often mistaken for a cub. “Har har,” he grumbled. “You gonna let me in or not?”
“Figure I will,” Jack said with a smirk. “Ten dollar cover.”
“What else is new,” Toby muttered, handing over the money and heading inside. The darkness, boozy smell, and pulsing music washed out over him as the door closed, and he took a moment to let his eyes adjust. Decent crowd, he thought, slowly working his way around the conversations to the bar. He got a few looks as he headed that way, but he knew he’d have few folks speaking to him. He didn’t know if it was his height, his young looks, or his chubbiness, but something about him seemed to keep folks at a distance.
A rum and coke or two later, he was smiling happily, looking around with some optimism. The crowd had filled up some, and there were a couple of guys he liked the looks of. There was a skunk, about his same age, but tall and burly. A lion well past his prime and paunchy was smiling his way now and then. There was even a draft horse in a leather vest who looked like he could be fun. But all of that went out of the cub’s head when the door opened.
The bear who entered was huge. Huge upon huge. He was a Kodiak, clearly, and he had to stoop, just a little, to come through the door. When he straightened up, Toby’s jaw dropped. The bigger bear wasn’t quite twice his size, but, at nine foot or so, it was close. Even a smaller Kodiak could be half-a-ton or more, and this was no small bear. He was heavily built, with fat spread nicely over muscle. He was dressed in brown leather work books, black jeans, and a white tank top with a sleeveless leather vest over it. Judging by the ragged edges of the vest, Toby guessed the bear had just torn the sleeves off at some point. He was wearing a black baseball cap, and he had a leather band around his right wrist. He walked up to the bar and ordered a 33 oz. cider. In his hands, the huge drink looked small, and he drank almost a third of it in one long pull. The big bear looked around, looked over at Toby, and then grinned. Toby knew he was staring, but he couldn’t help but just blush, smile, and give a meek little wave.
When the big bear took another swallow of cider, Toby thought he might’ve missed a chance, but, to his surprise, the big bear picked up his cider, came over, and sat right next to him. Toby felt a sudden tightening of his jeans in front as the big, older bear smiled down at him. Toby was guessing his sudden neighbor was late-40s or so, and he felt his mouth dry up. He swallowed some rum and coke, quickly…too quickly…he sputtered a bit, and the big bear looked surprised and patted his back. When Toby could breathe and stop coughing, the big bear rumbled. “Down th’ wrong pipe, Cub?” the deep, deep voice asked. Toby didn’t just hear the voice – he felt it vibrate through him.
“Yessir,” he managed to gasp out. “S’what I get from drinkin’ too fast.” How embarrassing. Here this giant stud was right next to him, and he had to act like a silly kid.
But to his surprise, the big bear chortled and gave his back a rub. “Well, don’t go chokin’ on me, now. That would be a shame. Yer th’ cutest fella here by a mile.”
Toby’s ears reddened. Him? The cutest? There was no way he was this lucky! But when he looked up, the big bear was smiling down with good-natured humor. Suddenly, he was offered a huge hand. “Bruno Tacotti. S’yer name, Cub?”
“Oh…Toby Branch. Tobias. Toby for short.” He took the huge hand, shaking it, feeling ridiculously young, small, and out of his depth.
“Real nice to meetcha, Toby. You from ‘round here?” Toby shuddered. Every time the enormous bear talked, he felt the tingle of the voice’s basso vibration deep in his guts. It was unnerving and thrilling at the same time. Was that accent southern? Midwestern, he thought.
“Not exactly? I went to school in town. When classes ended, found myself with a Liberal Arts degree and a bad case of what the heck do I do now?” Toby grinned. “Figured I’d get a place, since I know the town. Maybe a crappy job, til I figure out what I really want to do.”
The big bear scratched his chin and sipped some more cider. “Must not be on good terms with your folks. Most kids in your position would move back home t’ save a few bucks. Boston ain’t exactly cheap.”
Toby’s ears drooped. “I…well, I don’t have any kind of terms with my folks. They passed away. Been more or less on my own since I was twelve.”
This took the big bear aback, and he frowned. “Oh…jeez, Toby, I’m sorry. Listen t’ me yammerin’. That’s on me, kiddo. Sorry t’ dredge that crap up.”
“Oh, no!” Toby quickly insisted. “It’s totally cool. You didn’t know, Mr. Tacotti.” He blinks…why had he called him Mr. Tacotti, and not Bruno?
But the big bear chuckled. “Hey, now…I feel old enough around a cutie like you without that. Jus’ call me Bruno…or…” He leaned in with a twinkle in his eyes that crinkled the crow’s feet around their edges. “you *could* call me Papabear…but only if you promise t’ still call me that t’morrow mornin’.”
Toby felt his ears pop straight up…felt the hot flush on his face. “P-papabear?” he asked, almost in awe. “I mean…um…” He rubbed the back of his neck, grinning like an idiot. “I’d…kinda like that.”
Bruno dropped a big arm around his shoulders. “Well, that’s real good, Cub,” the big bear murmured. “Real good.” And then he leaned in and pressed a warm kiss to Toby’s lips.
The young bear’s brain fried just a little. Part of him was thinking, What am I doing? I just met this guy five minutes ago. Now I’m calling him Papabear and kissing him? What am I, a horny teen? But the other part had nothing to say. It was too busy enjoying it. Toby found himself kissing back eagerly, moaning into the big bear’s muzzle, softly putting his hands on Bruno’s chest for support.
Bruno put a hand on the side of Toby’s face, and the younger bear sighed as the kiss was broken, resting his head there. “What a sweetie,” Bruno said with a smile. “Sweet as honey. My Honey Cub.” He kissed again, and now Toby found himself whimpering, pushing himself up against Bruno’s chest, letting the big bear take him in his arms. When Bruno whispered in his ear, “Wanna get out of here, Cub?” Toby nodded rapidly, and then blinked.
“Um…well…I…” Toby swallowed. “I mean…this is so sudden. I hardly know you, and…um…” He fidgeted in his seat, while the part of his brain that had enjoyed the kiss was screaming, What’re you doing? Don’t blow this! He’s gorgeous!
Bruno chuckled. “Well, y’know…that’s a fair point. I don’t know you, either, but it ain’t like I’m scared, so that’s cool.” He stroked along Toby’s chin, looking deep into those green eyes. Toby looked back, losing himself in the warm brown of Bruno’s eyes. “Listen, Cub,” Bruno said in a slow, even voice that melted over his ears like honey. “Don’t worry, okay? I ain’t gonna do nothin’ with you that you don’t want. We’ll go slow, an’ I promise you’ll love it. My place is just a few blocks away. An’ I’ll even buy you breakfast in th’ mornin’. What do you say?”
Toby stared into those eyes…so deep…so warm…and that voice…so smooth…so soothing…he found himself nodding as Bruno nodded. And then he found himself on his feet, with a big bear’s arm around him, guiding him along.
Later, he could barely remember the walk. He vaguely remembered Jack watching the two of them leave and giving Toby a grin and a thumbs up. The next strong memory he had was of being inside. Bruno was looking into his eyes again. He felt so relaxed. “There’s my cub. My Honey Cub,” Bruno was saying. The apartment was clearly lived-in. The furniture wasn’t new, but it was solid and expensive stuff. It was also gigantic, suiting the proportions of the bear who lived here. Toby blushed a bit, as the situation seemed to emphasize his small size, making him feel little and young all over again. A few pictures on the wall seemed to show Bruno with people who might be family and friends. The big bear was dressed in a business suit and looking damned fine in it.
And then, there was the bedroom. The bed was huge, with deep blue covers. There was a mini-fridge in one corner, and a massive chest of drawers in the other. A stylish lamp sat on the bedside table. Toby was lifted like a child, settled on his back on the deep, comfortable bed by the big bear, who slipped in next to him and resumed kissing him. Toby found himself relaxing more, letting go of his inhibition, kissing back more eagerly. “There’s Papabear’s little Cub,” Bruno said gently. He helped Toby off with his sandals, kicked off his own workboots, and he opened the little bear’s pants, gently, seeing the red briefs. “God, you’re adorable,” the huge bear chortled. “And all mine.” He leaned down, and Toby felt his jaw opened as the huge bear’s strong tongue invaded his muzzle. He gripped Bruno’s shoulders for support, moaning, suckling at that invading muscle, unable to stop it as it explored his teeth, the roof of his mouth, his own tongue. It even tickled the back of his throat some, causing him to cough.
When Bruno finally pulled back, both of their muzzles were damp with saliva, but the big bear hardly minded. Instead, he lifted Toby’s arms, peeling off the floral shirt, then the tank top. His own tank and vest were gone soon, too, and Toby moaned as he was pressed up to the big bear’s broad chest, inhaling the warm, masculine scent of the bear’s musk and sweat. He nuzzled until he found a nipple and took it into his muzzle, suckling. “Ohhhh, baby bear,” the big bear moaned with a shudder. Bruno’s hands pushed into the back of Toby’s opened jeans, stroking and caressing, squeezing the smaller bear’s rump through the briefs. Toby felt like he was in heaven. This was all so wonderful.
Soon, Toby was lifted by the big bear, dragged right out of his jeans, left in only those little red briefs, which he was intensely aware he was tenting. “S-sorry I’m so small,” he said, suddenly self-conscious. One paw slipped in front of his groin, as if to cover himself.
“Shhhh…silly baby bear,” the fatherly voice told him. “On me, this little thing would look small.” Toby watched Bruno feather a finger over the small bulge, making the young bear moan and a damp spot to spear. “On you, it looks as small and perfect as th’ rest of you.” Toby was laid back again and the briefs were peeled away. “There we go. Such a good boy.” Bruno leaned down, nuzzling his groin fur, breathing hotly over the stiff little cubcock, making Toby squirm and moan more.
Bruno straightened up and opened his own jeans, pushing them down, revealing green plaid boxers that were obscenely tented. When those were lowered, the monstrous cock beneath them slapped up against the bear’s belly, wetly, and Toby’s eyes went wide. “P-papa…that’s…um…I don’t think…I’m not sure I can…”
Bruno smiled and rubbed his thumb over the tip of his cock, gathering musk and precum before rubbing it over Toby’s nosepad. “Inhale, baby bear…and stop thinkin’ so much. I know what I’m doin’. Relax an’ give yourself over to me.”
Toby felt a *wham* in his brain as it was hit by a mack truck of pheromones. The little bear shuddered, flopping back, almost subdued by the intensity of the instincts that it triggered, panting, licking his lips…wanting…more. He sat up, brain feeling a bit fogged, and leaned in close, beginning to lick Bruno’s tip, softly, tongue swabbing over it.
“Mmmmm,” sighed the bigger bear, gently putting his hands on Toby’s head. “There’s a good cub.” He rocked his hips, sliding his drooling cocktip over Toby’s muzzle. Toby licked and kissed at the huge maleness. He felt so small with this bear looming over him, doing this to him. He closed his eyes, inhaling more musk, opening his muzzle to lip over the slit. And then he felt Bruno reach down with one hand and cup his chin, the other hand sliding firmly to the back of his head. The big bear lined up his hips and began to slide forward, and Toby whimpered, feeling the massive cock spread his jaws wide as it pushed in a few inches. He tried to relax, letting his jaws open as wide as they could, but it still made his face ache. He tried to lick, but his tongue could barely move, pressed down by the cub-buster moving through his mouth.
For his part, Bruno was gentle enough, holding Toby in place and doing most of the work, grunting as he rocked his hips back and forth, sliding in a little deeper each time until about half his cock was gliding in and out smoothly. “There’s my boy. I know you can handle it. You’re my good cub.” And it was true, Toby thought…he could handle it, somehow. He felt dreamy, his own hands rubbing at his small maleness and balls as the giant bear used his muzzle.
Toby lost track of how long the big bear did this. He worked himself up to nearly cumming, thinking the big bear might be close, but then held off, not wanting to end things so quickly. Then he heard the bear’s grunting and worked himself up again…only to have Bruno ease back and out of his mouth. Toby worked his jaw when his mouth was empty, feeling drool and precum running over his chin. He must look like a matted mess, he thought, and blushed.
“Aw, my blushin’ boy,” Bruno said, smiling, tipping Toby’s muzzle up to look into his eyes. When Toby’s green eyes met those deep brown ones, he felt his heart give a pang. He could imagine falling for this big, fatherly bear. He was scared how quickly he felt like that.
“Papa,” he said, softly, smiling, knowing how dopey and slutty he must look right now.
Bruno didn’t seem to mind. He leaned down, kissing the boy’s lips, making Toby’s heart give another leap. Then he reached over, arranging some pillows together. Toby watched, feeling almost detached, until the huge hands lifted him up so easily, putting him on the pillows on his belly. Bruno was quickly to slide over him, nuzzling his ears and hair, lovingly. “Are you my cub, Toby? My little baby bear?”
Toby smiled, dreamily, feeling the bigger bruin’s weight and warmth covering him like a wonderful, heavy blanket. He nodded, laying his chin on the pillows. “Your cub, Papa. For sure.”
“That’s good,” Bruno whispered, nuzzling his ears. “Very good. But Papa’s gonna take jus’ a couple of precautions, okay? Don’t be scared.”
Toby blinked. Scared? his addled mind thought. Why on earth would I be scared? He got his answer when the big bear brought out some thick leather straps. He took Toby’s hands together, gently, and wrapped the straps into place around his wrists, binding them together. “Oh,” Toby said, blinking slightly awake. “I…um…I’ve never done this kind of stuff.”
His nervousness was interrupted when a big, warm tongue began to softly bathe his ears and hair. Toby sighed; his little ears had always been sensitive and sensual to him, and this big bear seemed to know just how to lick. He closed his eyes, smiling, lowering his chin to the pillows, wrapping his bound arms around one pillow to hug onto it. “There’s a good boy. You trust me, don’t you?” the rumbly voice asked, vibrating through him, sending shivers along his spine.
Do I trust him? Toby thought to himself. I hardly know him, but he hasn’t done anything to me to make me not trust him. It’s not like I didn’t willingly follow him home. And Jack saw us leave together, and he didn’t seem concerned. He found himself nodding, slowly, dreamily. He trusted the big bear, and he managed to whimper out a soft, “Yes, Papa.”
“Thank you, baby bear. You make me very happy.” Then, something slipped over Toby’s face, pushed into Toby’s mouth, and he found himself with a ballgag pushed into place, straps tightening down around his muzzle. He tried to protest, but he could only manage a muffled whimper. “It’s okay, Toby,” the big bear said with a soft chuckle. “I just don’t want you scaring my neighbors.” He put something in Toby’s hand. “Grip this.” Toby did and found it was a round metal ball, small but heavy. “Hold that tight. If you want me to stop at any time, just open your hand and drop that, and I’ll stop.” The tongue licked over his ear again. “I’m also gonna stop if I think I’m hurting you bad, or you can’t handle it…but I know my way around a cub. I think you’ll do just fine.”
Toby’s eyes widened. Hurt me? Oh, God…is he really going to try and mount me? There’s no chance in the world that thing could fit in me! He felt Bruno easing back off of him, and he almost dropped the metal ball out of sheer terror. But he didn’t. He held onto it. I’ll…I’ll see what he does. If it gets to be too much, I’ll stop him. Deep in his heart, though. Toby knew he wanted to try. If it were possible…he knew it wasn’t, but…if it were…
The first touch to his hole made him gasp through his nose, because it wasn’t a cock. It was the big bear’s tongue. Toby moaned, a soft, muted sound, as Bruno’s big, dexterous tongue began to slide over his hole, sensually. Definitely don’t want to stop this, he thought. Fuck, that feels amazing! The slow, slippery glide was almost intoxicating. Toby had read about rimjobs, of course, and he liked touches on his tailhole, but he’d never had the guts to ask any of the men on his very short list of previous partners if they’d be willing to try. None of them had seemed the sort. Bruno, however, clearly relished this, by the noise he was making. Low, soft mmms and grunts as he worked his tongue around. Thank God I showered, Toby thought, and then a slippery flicker right at the hole by the tongue tip made his hips buck.
“Oh, baby bear likes this, doesn’t he?” Bruno’s chuckling voice asked. “You want more, little bear?” Toby nodded rapidly. He was loving it, and when Bruno plunged back down and worked his hole harder with that tongue, Toby’s chin lifted, and he groaned more loudly, shuddering. This was so intense, so loving, and so sensual. Toby felt like his nerve-endings were on fire. He felt Bruno begin to lick more insistently…harder, more firmly, more demanding. And when his little hole finally relaxed enough to let the big bear in, Bruno didn’t waste the opportunity. Toby groaned as the tongue worked in. It was bigger than a couple of the cocks he’d taken, and it made him groan, made his hole clench, and made him want more.
Bruno went slowly, working that thick length in and out, pausing now and then to let Toby adjust, but soon the little bear was chin-down again, actually pushing his hips back to the big bear’s attentions. If this were a cartoon, Toby chuckled to himself, I’d have little floaty hearts over my head right now. This feels so fantastic…
Toby felt a pang of disappointment when he felt Bruno slither back out. But then the big bear lifted the littler one’s hips and that tongue slithered over Toby’s cock. Toby blushed, realizing that he’d been erect and drooling for the whole time he’d been tied up and rimmed, and he was starting to ache for a release. His hips bucked in Bruno’s hands as the tongue caressed and curled around his length, and he whimpered around the gag, almost begging with his voice.
“Little bear needs to cum,” Bruno said, pulling back, making Toby almost sob as the stimulation went away. “And you will…but you’re going to cum how I want you to cum.” Toby felt himself lifted, and laid sideways over Bruno’s big lap. He felt so small like this, helplessly bound and gagged by the bear almost twice his size. One big hand slowly petted his hair and back, and the other one stroked his bare rump and legs. He felt himself melt, wriggling at how good everything Bruno did to him felt. When the big hands left his body, he whimpered, looking up, but he could only see that Bruno had turned to pick something out of a drawer in the bedside table. By the time he turned the other way to try and see what it is, it was behind him, and he heard something begin opened.
His sensitive nose picked up that it was lube half a moment before he felt a warm drizzle of it pouring along his cheeks, then get rubbed against his hole by a thick finger. Toby squirmed a bit as the finger rolled around in the lube, getting slippery itself, then Bruno put his other hand on Toby’s shoulders to gently hold him. “Relax for me now, Cub.” The thick finger at his hole angled and then began to press inside. Toby’s hole was already slightly relaxed and coaxed open by the tonguing he’d enjoyed, so it wasn’t hard to obey. He felt that thickness slide in and blushed deeply. Bruno’s finger was longer and thicker than his own cock, and the thought made him shy…right until the moment when he felt the fireworks go off behind his eyes and his cock jump at the electric jolt that went through it suddenly. He let out a strangled noise of animal lust.
“Oh, my! Baby bear has a very nicely sensitive prostate it would seem,” chuckled Bruno. “What a nice find.” Toby felt that finger inside him caressing back and forth over his prostate, and it made him writhe in Bruno’s lap. He’d felt it stimulated before, of course, by previous lovers, and by a vibrator he kept stashed in his toys at home, but this was so deliberate, the attention so focused, that it made his body strain and rock.
“Go ahead, Cub. Cum for Papa,” the big voice rumbled. Toby could hardly think. The intensity of what he was feeling was overwhelming him, and he couldn’t concentrate on where things were going. He only knew that he felt amazing, that something was pushing him over the edge, and then, with a cry, he felt himself release. The big voice rumbled in his ears. “There’s my boy…cum real nice for Papa,” it told him, and he obeyed, his hole clenching on the finger, his cock throbbing, the smell of his own seed hitting the air.
Toby felt the finger withdraw, felt a big hand…Bruno’s hand, he reminded himself as he came back down to earth, slipped under him and seemed to be rubbing his load around. He realized that, in his position, he must’ve cum on Bruno’s lap, and the thought made him blush hotly. Worse, he started to hear the squelching from underneath and realized Bruno must be stroking his load up and down that huge cock. The thought was…really hot, he admitted, even as he felt Bruno lift him and redeposit him on the pillows. “Well, you’ll never be more relaxed than right now,” Bruno chuckled. It was true, Toby thought, dreamily. He felt so good and languid. When Bruno eased two slippery fingers into his hole, it didn’t hurt at all. He felt open and relaxed to the big, loving bear’s attentions. A third finger, however, made him start to squirm again, but it was soon moving in and out. Slowly, Toby began to realize that he was starting to feel aroused again, his cock stiffening as those fingers worked inside him, casually rubbing his prostate again. Is he going to make me cum again like that? he wondered.
But Bruno seemed to have other plans. Once the lubricated fingers were able to move in and out smoothly, they withdrew, and now Toby felt the big bear snuggling up behind him. He glanced back and saw Bruno’s smiling face. “Hey there, baby bear. You’re doing great, champ. Just relax and enjoy this, okay? We’re gonna go really slow at first so we don’t hurt you.” Toby watched Bruno apply a further coating of lube to that enormous cock, and then guide the tip down. The little bear swallowed, realizing what was coming, and he looked back forward, eyes uncertain. But he gripped the metal ball hard. He was already this far. He figured he should at least try, impossible as it seemed.
The press of flesh to the loosened knot of his anus made him whimper. It felt blunt, enormous, and beyond any chance of taking, but then he felt big hands, still slippery and sticky with his cum and lube, grip his hips, firmly but gently, claws carefully positioned so as not to dig into flesh. He closed his eyes, biting down on the gag, gripping the metal ball in his fist, trying to concentrate on keeping his hole loosened. He felt a slow increase in pressure back there, then an easing off. This repeated several times, each time becoming more insistent. And then, somehow, unlikely as it seemed, he felt himself start to give in – starting to stretch and accommodate – and he felt the big bear beginning to press inside.
It hurt. There was no denying that. Bruno was huge, and Toby was small, and the sheer size difference was making his hole burn as it was slowly, deliberately stretched. He felt the big hands grip him a bit harder, the claws pricking his skin slightly. He heard Bruno groan, felt the big bear shift, and then he felt his hole stretch a bit more, felt a little more give, felt that blunt head slowly working into him.
Toby breathed raggedly, his breath coming in gasps and spurts. He felt drool from where the gag forced his mouth open dripping down. He clenched his arms around a pillow to squeeze it, and he dug his sharp teeth into the rubber of the gag harder. He clenched his eyes, pushing out with his body, and then with a shuddering groan from Bruno, he felt the fat head pop past muscle resistance, and he ached deeply. It was okay, he told himself. He trusted Bruno, and he was sure the big bear wasn’t going to hurt him other than the pain of the love-making itself.
The fact that Bruno held still once the head was inside emphasized this. And he felt the big bear slowly lower his upper half to his elbows over him. “Such a good Cub,” was whispered in his ear. With Bruno’s size advantage over him, the big bear’s chest was over his head, but the huge bruin head lowered down to lick and nuzzle his ears, face, and hair, upside-downly. Toby felt like the cub Bruno called him, and he smiled, despite the strain of this. “I can tell you’re hurting a little, Toby, but you’re doin’ great. I knew you’d be able to take this. Don’t worry. First time’s always the hardest.”
Toby flushed at that. It wasn’t his first time. Did the big bear think he was a virgin? Or did Bruno meant this was only the first of times for the two of them? The thought made Toby blush harder, then scold himself mentally. C’mon, Toby…snap out of it, man. This guy’s a drop dead gorgeous Daddybear. No way is he thinkin’ long term with a runt like you. ‘Sides, are we gonna tie ourselves down to the first guy who calls us Cub? Jeez, dude.
“Hey,” came a gentle voice. “You okay? You looked really sad there a sec.” Toby looked up into an upside-down face that showed concern. “This hurtin’ too bad? You want me to stop?” Toby’s heart gave another lurch. Bruno was so nice and sweet. He shook his head rapidly and smiled. It didn’t matter what happened after tonight, because he’d never forget this first time with the loving Papabear. Bruno smiled back. “Okay…but you let me know if you need me to stop, okay?”
The big bear started to rock, very gently, easing forward a little, then pulling back. He moved forward again, and Toby could tell that he was easing in a bit further. He sighed, around the gag. This was amazing. Even the slightest motion inside him was mashing his prostate, due to the big bear’s size. His cock had sprung back to full mast and was dripping. He could feel the warmth of Bruno’s flesh inside him, the now dull ache in his ass, and the heat of the big bear’s body lowering down over him. Bruno’s arms gathered up him and the pillows, nestling them to his broad chest and belly. Toby saw the big head lowering, and then all he could see and smell was the thick, brown fur and the musk trapped in it. Bruno was covering him utterly from head to toe. If anyone was in the room, all they’d see was the big bear on the bed. The thought made his cock throb again.
Bruno rocked over and over, soon giving over to long, slow thrusts. Toby was vaguely aware that the big bear was sinking deeper and deeper, and he groaned, feeling his insides being jostled around. Then something shocking made him blink and thump his head up into the bigger bear’s chest. He felt Bruno’s hips push against his rump, the bigger bear’s balls pressing up to his own smaller ones. He made a muffled whimpering, questioning noise. “That’s right, baby bear,” Bruno said with a soft chuckle, lifting his head and looking down at his face. “Every inch Told you that you could take it.” Bruno lowered his head and licked Toby’s ear. “You’re a good boy. My good boy.”
Toby felt absurdly proud at the praise, especially the possessive nature of it. I wanna be a good boy…your good boy, he tried to think at Bruno, mumbling around the gag. He was grateful for the praise and for the fact that Bruno paused once he was fully inside, letting him get used to this intense feeling. It wasn’t pain any more…just a thick, dull ache, a feeling of being incredibly full, and a warm, heavy feeling that made him never want to move again. He closed his eyes and lost sense of time for a bit, accepting this wonderful feeling.
He was brought back to his senses by Bruno’s nuzzling. “Okay, Cub. Time for Papabear to take what he wants. Hug that pillow real tight for me.” Toby swallowed, hugging on tight, and he felt Bruno’s big hands press down on his shoulders, pinning him. He felt that massiveness inside him pulling back, slowly, and then he felt it thump in. He cried out, not in pain, but at the intensity of it. It made his body tingle all over. Between the brutalization of his prostate and the fact that it had caused a slight, sharp slap to his ass, a thump to his little balls. “Too much?” Bruno asked, and Toby found himself shaking his head no rapidly. It hadn’t been too much; it had felt incredible!
Bruno chuckled. “Good, Cub. Hang in there. Yer so dang tight, I’ve been holdin’ back, but I think yer ready fer this.” Toby felt the withdrawal and then the thump back in. Then again. And again. Slowly, Bruno was building up speed and force, beginning to hammer his ass, to really rut him. It was shocking, the power he felt above him, and he thanked his lucky stars that Bruno was as gentle as he was and had taken so much time to get him ready. Any less, and this might’ve been awful, but, as it was, it was wonderful.
Toby lost himself in time. He was aware that he was being fucked roughly by the huge bear, and he was loving it. But time no longer seemed important. Why did he care about time? No one was waiting for him. He hadn’t lined up a job. No one was expecting him. The big bear could keep him here and fuck him for days, and he wouldn’t be missed by anybody. The thought sent a thrill of fear and excitement up his spine. Bruno wouldn’t do that, would he? He swallowed, pondering dropping the ball, but he held it tightly instead. The big bear hadn’t shown any sign of being mean. Why stop trusting him now?
The rough fucking continued for a long time…long enough for Toby to admire the big bear’s staying power…and to begin to regret his own lack of it. He felt himself pushed towards a climax, and he blushed, hotly. Was he going to cum with no stimulation other than the big bear fucking him? About the time he wondered that, he felt his climax pushed over the edge, and he mmmmphed! into the gag, losing his second load of the night. He wondered if Bruno realized it, but a sniffing sound and a chuckle told him the big bear knew, making him blush harder.
“Number two for the baby bear. Nice. And now, time for Papabear’s first.” Bruno paws held him still, and the rutting got inconceivably harder. Every thrust cause Toby to cry out around the gag, which kept him nicely muffled. He admired Bruno’s wisdom in tying his muzzle, and then he heard the big bear groan, felt Bruno body press in close, felt the thrusts becoming a bit erratic. And then Bruno let out a terrific series of grunts, and Toby’s eyes popped wide as he felt the liquid heat rushing inside of him. He heard the thrusting begin to squelch and could only imagine what the big bear’s load must be like. Copious, to say the least. Bruno managed a few more thrusts, then groaned, holding in deep. Toby blushed, almost imagining his belly getting filled with cum, but in reality, he could feel it soaking between his cheeks and running down his thighs.
Bruno let out a sigh, then carefully lifted himself up and even more carefully pulled back. Toby imagined a pop as the cock slipped out of him, and he felt cum gush out more. “Hehehe. Quite a mess, baby bear. You had Papabear nice and worked up. Got a real good first load out of him.” He got up and walked to the mini-fridge, coming back with a bottled water. The big bear opened it and downed half of it in a big gulp. Then he lifted Toby, one hand deftly removing the gag. The bottle was lifted to his lips, and he drank, blushing as he lifted his bound hands to half-hold it himself. Bruno chuckled. “I’ve got you, baby bear. Just drink, slowly.”
Toby blushed, but lowered his hands, letting Bruno give him a drink. Somehow, this emphasized the fatherly nature of the bear, and made Toby feel a bit like the “baby bear” Bruno kept calling him. But he was thirsty, and he drank greedily. When the water was gone, Bruno put the empty bottle on the bedside table and laid down, cradling Toby in his arms, pulling the blankets up around both of them. “You okay, Honey Cub?” he asked, gently.
“Real good,” he heard himself sigh, laying his head on the pillowy chest.
At some point, he vaguely remembered being woken up with a groan as he was mounted for the second time. The gag was back in his mouth, and he felt the big bear moving in and out of him much more easily now. He felt exhausted, and he could barely move. He wasn’t even positive he stayed awake through Bruno’s second climax, and he knew he had fallen deeply asleep again.
When he next opened his eyes, he blinked, wondering where he was. It took a moment for it to all come back, and he found that he was laying on his side in the big bear’s bed. He tried to move, but realized that, not only had he been re-gagged, but his ankles were tied too. Fear set in, and he squirmed, but the sound caused a chuckle to come out of the dark. “Well, good morning there, sleepy head.” A window shade was raised, and Toby realized that it was morning. Bruno, wrapped in a burgundy robe, came over and sat on the bed, smiling down at the bound up little bear. “Feeling okay this morning?”
Toby tried to talk, but the gag prevented it. “Oh, right. Well, you seem okay to me.” Bruno petted him, and Toby slowly calmed. “Don’t worry. As much as I’d love to keep you, I wouldn’t do that without your permission. I just tied you up because you got so squirmy the third time I fucked you.” Toby blinked. Third time? He could barely remember the second. “Can’t remember? I don’t think you actually woke up…just made a lot of noise and thrashed around til I had you all trussed up. Actually, it was pretty sexy, listening to you snore as I took you. Seeing how helpless you were.” He reached down, removing the gag. “You okay?”
Toby moved a bit, testing his body. “a little sore,” he admitted. “Could you please untie me?”
Bruno smiled and untied him, then rubbed his feet and hands to make sure circulation was going. “You’re a mess, baby bear. Your fur’s all matted with cum, lube, drool…”
“Well, whose fault is that?” Toby chuckled. He sat up and almost fell over again, but Bruno caught him up, lifting him like a child.
“I’ve got you, Honey Cub. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Bruno carried him out of the bed, and Toby squirmed.
“You d-don’t have to, B…Papa.” He felt so woozy and weak.
“Oh, hush. Don’t make me gag you again for sayin’ nonsense like that.” Bruno carried him along the hallway, and Toby just relaxed with a sigh. The bathroom proved to be as oversized as the rest of the house. Toby again felt that emphasis of his own smallness, like he’d become a little boy again. It didn’t help that Bruno could probably have bathed him in the sink, but at least the big bear took him into the bathtub. In no time, the tub was full of water, suds, and two bears, cuddling. Toby didn’t feel he had the strength to fight as Bruno washed him with a soft cloth and murmured endearing things. “There’s my Cub. Toby’s such a lil sweetie.”
The little bear’s ears burned red at that. “Y-you don’t have to keep calling me your cub,” Toby protested.
“Oh?” Toby was turned around to look in the big bear’s eyes. “Aren’t you my Cub? Aren’t I your Papa?”
Toby felt those warm brown eyes melting his will to protest. Was he? He knew he felt something for the big bear, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to put a name to it yet. But it sounded awfully nice, to be someone’s Cub. He found himself nodding, dreamily. “Yes, Papa. I’m your Cub.”
Bruno smiled. “That’s what I wanted to hear. Don’t fret so much, Cub. And don’t think too much. You’re just a baby bear after all.”
“Baby bear,” Toby sighed, relaxing into the big bear’s embrace. “Yessir. That’s me.”
When they were washed, Bruno wrapped Toby in a huge, fluffy towel, drying him up before using a second towel to dry himself. He led the little bear back to the bedroom and dressed him. “Ready for breakfast?”
“Is that a euphemism?” Toby asked, reaching out for Bruno’s cock.
But the big bear chuckled and moved his hips back. “Eager Cub.” He took Toby’s hand and led him out the door. They walked together in the morning sunshine, smiling at each other now and then, until they came to a little diner on the corner. “These guys have the best pancakes. Do you like pancakes, Cub?”
“Love ‘em! With lots of honey! And a side of bacon.”
Bruno smiled. “Absolutely.” They went inside, and Toby looked around, admiring the place. It was clean, with red leather seating, stylish retro formica tops, and gleaming chrome.
They were seated, and the antelope waitress who came to take their order smiled at them both. What’ll you boys have?”
“I’ll have the supreme omelet and coffee,” Bruno said. “My son will have waffles with honey, a side of bacon, and a large milk.”
Toby blinked, but the waitress just smiled at them both. “Sure thing, honey. Be right back with the coffee and the milk.”
“Your son?” Toby asked, feeling a blush on his face.
“Sure, why not?” Bruno said, smiling. “You know how much like a cub you look, especially with me. So why wouldn’t folks just assume that’s the case?”
“Yeah, but…” Toby trailed off. It was a little humiliating, he guessed, but it was kind of nice to think about, too. He’d never had a Papabear for real. Why not enjoy the affections of this sexy, loving guy? Instead of protesting, he smiled. “Thank you for breakfast, Papa.”
“You’re welcome, baby bear.” Bruno smiled back, then leaned over the table, kissing Toby right on the lips, a much more chaste and gentle kiss than the ones they’d shared last night.
When the waitress came back, she was beaming at them. “I just want to say,” she said as she put the drinks down, “that it’s so nice to see a father and son being so affectionate together.”
Bruno smiled, reaching over to take Toby’s hand. “Well, I love my son a lot, ma’am.”
She leaned down, smiling at Toby. “And you must love your Dad a lot, too, don’t you, sweetie?”
Toby blushed, but he smiled over at Bruno. “Yes, ma’am. I sure do.”
She ruffled his ears with a smile. “I’m gonna make sure you get extra honey on your pancakes, sweetie.”
After the excellent breakfast, they walked outside, holding hands like a father and son. It was a beautiful day, and they walked down the street together, then through a nicely manicured park. “So…what now?” Toby wondered.
“Well, that’s up to you, baby bear,” Bruno said, smiling down at him. “There’s no one in my life, exactly. I have friends, sure, but no lover. No boyfriend or husband or wife or anything. And I don’t see any rings on your fingers, either.” They sat together on a park bench. Bruno put an arm around him. “So, do you want to see each other again?”
Toby pondered this. Bruno was an incredible lover, a loving person, and the father figure he’d never had. Part of him leaped at the idea…but part of him held back. “I…I think so?” He swallowed. “I gotta be honest…last night…I felt out of control. It was sexy, but it was really scary, too. I feel kinda stupid about it, but I guess I’m still just a little scared, y’know? I mean…I don’t normally spend the night with someone I’ve never met before.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “And…well…you sure you wouldn’t get tired of having a silly cub around? You don’t really know me. I might be really boring or something.”
“That seems unlikely,” Bruno said, nuzzling behind Toby’s ear. “you sure you wouldn’t get bored of having a big old Papabear being all handsy with you?”
“Oh my God, no!” Toby laughed. “That was…you’re incredible. But…I’ve never…um…” He swallowed, looking down at his hands folded in his lap. “So…I’m not a virgin or anything…but I’ve never had a committed relationship. I had a friend in high school I fooled around with some, and a couple of fuck buddies in college, but I’ve never had a…a boyfriend…let alone anyone like you. It…well, it scares me a little.”
Bruno nodded. “I reckon I can understand that. But…I like you a lot Toby. Maybe I’m even falling for you a little.” He used a finger to make Toby look up at him. “I want to do more. There. My cards are on the table. I ain’t ready to pick out drapes with you, but I’d like to see you again. Maybe take you out to dinner some place nice. Have a real date.”
Toby looked down again. “Jeez…I don’t even own a decent suit.”
The finger made him look back up again. “Then come clothes shopping with me. We’ll get you a suit, and then go someplace nice for dinner where you’ll need to wear it.”
“I can’t do that,” Toby said, blushing. “I can’t afford a suit. I dunno if I’ll even be able to afford my apartment too long.”
Bruno laughed. “I’ll buy you a suit. You may have noticed, I’m not exactly hurting for money.”
“I did notice that,” Toby admitted. “But I didn’t go to the bar last night looking for a sugar Daddy or anything.” After a moment, he asked, “What do you do for work anyway?”
The big bear’s grin spread. “I was wondering when you’d ask.” He leaned in and nuzzled Toby’s ear. “I’m a hypnotherapist.”
Toby’s eyes popped wide. “Waitasec. Did you…? Is that why I went home with you last night? Why I felt all floaty and out of control?”
The grin spread even wider and Bruno shrugged. “Look, sweetie, all I did was help you relax…loosen your inhibitions a bit. I didn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do.” He rubbed under Toby’s chin. “Besides, if I could make you do anything I wanted, don’t you think I’d just hypnotize you into coming home with me instead of telling you I want to see you again?”
Toby’s green eyes looked deep into the brown eyes. He felt a little lost in them, but he didn’t think he was being actually controlled. “I…I guess that’s true.” He looked in deeper. He felt how deep those eyes were…but then Bruno blinked, and Toby shook his head. “I…I just dunno.”
“Let me buy you a suit. Take you out to dinner. Then you’ll have a suit for job interviews and such. And before you tell me I don’t have to, I know I don’t. I want to. You’re an angel. I like you, and I can afford it. So let me do this for you.”
Toby looked down at his feet. “Let me think about it, okay? I just…I already have these student loans I gotta pay off. I don’t want to feel in debt to someone else.”
Bruno smiled. “That’s fair. So here.” He took out a business card. It had the name of a well-known hypnotherapy clinic, as well as Bruno’s email and private extension on it. “Call me, or email me, or text me, or whatever it is you cubs are doing these days.” He reached out, stroking Toby’s cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Or worst comes to worst, and you just want to get fucked again, look me up at Machine next Saturday.” He winked. “But I hope you’ll call me before that.” He sighed, looking at his watch. “Sadly, I do have an engagement I need to get to, but thank you. I enjoyed last night immensely.” He leaned in and kissed Toby gently.
The little bear didn’t hesitate. He returned the kiss, lightly. “Thank you, Papa,” he said. “I loved last night too. I really did. I just…I just need to think some stuff over, okay?” He grinned, sheepishly. “You’re just…a lot to take in.”
Bruno winked. “Yes…but you managed last night. Three times.” Before Toby could protest, the big bear laughed and stood up, waving and heading out of the park.
Toby sat there, blushing. He looked at the business card. Why didn’t you just say yes, stupid? he screamed at himself. What if he changes his mind?
He won’t change his mind, Toby thought, a little smile coming to his lips. He’s my Papa. The thought buoyed him up out of the bench, and he sauntered back towards his apartment, whistling, the future seeming strangely bright.
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