Sigel climbed down from the small boat, tied it to one of the masts in the harbor, and lowered a huge wicker basket full of fish. The day on the lake had been a success, and all those fish meant that the big bear could take a couple of days off.

The sun was slowly dipping below the horizon, warning of impending darkness and the end of the day. The Bjarki clan was a group of imposing bear warriors, led by the mighty Fralk, who was suspected to be a valkyrie among mortals. 

With the slowness befitting a man who had been working since morning, Sigel crossed the path connecting the harbor to the village and then climbed the hill to his home, a small house next to the forge.

When the big bear opened the door to his home, a couple of children ran to greet him. The fire in the fireplace embraced a huge cauldron filled with a bubbling stew with sliced potatoes, carrots and fish floating in the liquid. His wife Aarik, the village blacksmith, had already removed her leather apron and brushed the soot from her coat.

"Dad had a really good day today!" cried one of the children as he uncovered the wicker basket and saw all the fish.

"That's right! The gods want me to stop getting up early," laughingly replied the big bear, as he walked over to his wife to hug and kiss her.

Aarik was a huge, white-furred bear, much stouter than her husband, and with muscles that far surpassed Sigel's, a gift of the years she had spent working with iron.

"Sorry to break it to you, husband, but the gods want you to keep working," the smith replied with a laugh.

Sigel released his wife from the embrace and frowned, "Why?" asked the bear.

"Your friend, the emissary Irsk, wants you to attend a dinner with him tonight," the woman explained.

"Damn...I wanted to sleep until noon," the male grumbled.

Aarik smacked her husband hard on the back," You'll have time to sleep, now be a good friend and go help Irsk. I'll take care of finishing dinner." ordered the big bear.

"Yes yes, my good friend... I'm going to take a bath and leave," grumbled the fisherman.

Sigel went to a room adjacent to the living room and pulled back a linen curtain. The inner bath of the house had a large wooden basin filled with water, and on the sides were several vases with smelling salts and flowers.

The man stripped off all of his clothes, got into the tub and knelt down, covering even his chest with water. The bear took a handful of salts and threw them into the water, then washed his armpits, hair, and back; he bent down, took a breath of air, and dipped his head into the water.

As the cold water covered his face, Sigel thought of Irsk. The big black bear had been friends with the fisherman since childhood, in their teens they had both trained with the same militia group, and Sigel had even lost his virginity to him. Today, in hiding from Aarik, Sigel was still giving his body to satisfy his friend's wild desires.

The brown bear pulled his head out of the water and shook himself, grabbed his member and fully stretched his foreskin so he could wash his penis, then stood silently for a moment to make sure no one would surprise him, and plunged two fingers into his anus as deep as he could, feeling the water work its way inside him, while using his other hand to stifle the moans that sometimes sounded too loud to be so close to his family.

The inside of Sigel's anus throbbed with the contact of his thick fingers, causing the bear to bend his head to the side, his jaw quivering with the intimate memories with Irsk.

The first time remained fresh in the fisherman's mind, even though more than ten years had passed. Both young men were returning home, having spent the whole day training with the militia, when Irsk suggested they take a dip in the river to lower the temperature and wash the sweat off their coats Sigel agreed. When the crystal clear water barely covered the nakedness of the young males, the fisherman asked his friend about his sexual experiences with his new girlfriend, Irsk recounted everything he had shared with a bear he had met in training and, upon finishing his story and noticing the brown bear's deep interest, offered him the opportunity to feel right then and there what the female had felt. Sigel, completely blushing, refused the offer and pretended to have no interest but the black bear, who was already sporting a visible erection, insisted until he managed to convince his friend. Irsk settled the brown bear on the riverbank and, without further preparation, penetrated Sigel with his thick, long penis, causing the fisherman to cry out and leave deep claw marks as he was deflowered. The memory of the burning flesh being caressed by the cold water, and the slimy sensation of another male's seed flowing into his loins, marked Sigel forever.

The fisherman awoke from his memory and climbed out of the wooden tub. It had been two weeks since Sigel had felt the characteristic sting of being penetrated by a man, and the thought that in a few moments he might renew that sharp, pleasurable sensation, which Irsk had taken care to make last for several days by taking him as his female, cleared the bear's weary mind.

Aarik drew the curtain and entered the room, laid a change of clean clothes on a small table and stood watching her naked husband. The brown bear was by far not the strongest or the smartest male in the village, but his constancy and commitment to his work had made the blacksmith fall in love with him, and he had become the most important man in her life.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you were going to get laid with another female," Aarik laughed, as she appreciated the bear's naked body.

Sigel pulled up his pants, shod his leather boots, and pulled on a linen shirt, "Who said I'm not going to roll around with someone?" the fisherman replied with a lustful tone.

"Are you going to share a bed with Irsk?" asked the blacksmith, sketching a big smile.

Sigel walked over to his wife and kissed her cheek," The bards will sing for several winters about the howls that will come from Irsk's hut tonight," the bear confirmed.

Aarik stepped away from the door to let her husband pass but, as soon as Sigel took a step forward, the blacksmith's muscular arm reached down and gripped her husband's testicles tightly, squeezing them lightly," My beloved little bear, you had better not deprive my eyes of the spectacle if you are going to spend the night with another man, especially if it is that black beast of Irsk."

Sigel moaned as he felt the female's powerful grip, going so far as to buckle his legs from the pressure, "Love...Irsk is blinded by gold and liquor. He could have Fralk dancing naked in front of him and not move a finger," the fisherman hastened to assert.

Aarik let go of her husband's genitals and snorted, "What a boring man. You should make friends with the Jarvik brothers from the northern farm. I've heard that they invite people to their home to fuck, they even do it between brothers!" the blacksmith reported as a drop of drool fell from her muzzle.

Sigel left his wife talking to herself, without interrupting the perverted machinations of the blacksmith, who was unaware of the truth about how submissive her husband really was, greeted his children and left in the direction of the tribal emissary's hut.

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The black bear opened the door of his big house and let his dear friend in, hugged him and invited him to sit by the fire. Irsk poured a wooden jug full of wine for the fisherman and left.

The luxurious hut was elaborately adorned with small wooden statues, tinted glass bottles, axes and swords with runes engraved on their edges, wooden shields bearing the mark of the Bjarki clan, and woven flags. Every visitor who came to the village on a diplomatic mission stayed at Irsk's hut, and was offered plenty of food, drink, entertainment and sufficient comforts so that the guest would arrive well prepared for the meeting with Fralk in the days that followed.

Sigel settled himself by the fire in the fireplace, holding and swinging the jug, watching the thick, dark liquid, forest fruit wine. From the adjacent room, voices reached the brown bear's ears, making it clear that his friend was not alone, which aroused the fisherman's curiosity. Why did Irsk call him? Although they were friends, lately their friendship was based on a deep obsession of possession, of domination, which the black bear jealously exercised over him, causing Sigel to have to go away for several days to please his owner's unbridled desires.

In the midst of a sip of wine, Irsk returned to where the fisherman was and stood beside him, watching him towering, like one watching a small cub.

"Follow me, I want you to meet someone," the emissary ordered.

Sigel nodded, finished his jug of wine, and rose from his chair. The submissive male followed the master of the house into another, larger room that was used to hold banquets with small groups, no more than ten people.

Occupying a place at the long wooden table was a stag, a tall, muscular, middle-aged specimen with huge antlers and wearing exquisite noble robes.

Eikthyrnir's envoy rested his haughty gaze on the two bears, sighed and averted his gaze to the silver goblet he held in his hand. The deer clan, Eikthyrnir, was a group of noble and arrogant creatures that very rarely lost a battle and, thanks to their complex and advanced system of laws, their territory was one of the most stable in the world.

"Yet another Bjarki... I hope you won't come with any more unnecessary talk. I've already told Irsk what I want, what the clan wants, and it's non-negotiable," the stag explained calmly.

Irsk cleared his throat, took Sigel by the wrist, and walked over to his guest, "You asked me to give you my most valuable possession and here he is," replied the black bear.

Sigel looked at his friend, confused, not understanding what was going on, "What's going on, Irsk?"

"You see..."

"The emissary Irsk committed an offense to our clan, and our king ordered me to make amends by producing similar damage to the criminal," the deer detailed.

"I only broke a vase that was misplaced," Irsk defended himself.

"That vase was a gift from the ravens, it was very valuable, to some people..." said the guest, raising his voice.

"All right! As promised, he is my most valuable possession," exclaimed the black bear, taking the other bear by the wrist and setting him down in front of Eikthyrnir.

The deer stood up from his chair, showing his large size, "Him? Well...I came prepared to break a shield, crack a rug or dent a jug... But a person... What am I supposed to do with him?" asked the man, confused.

"This bear is Sigel, he is my female, I am the only man who has taken him and now, for tonight, he is yours to do whatever you want with him," said Irsk.

With a snort and a raised eyebrow, the stag removed his cloak and sat back down, "Very well...refill my wine jug and leave," the stranger ordered.

Irsk took the large, almost empty jug on the table, refilled it and set it down within the deer's reach. Then the black bear walked to the door of the room and, as he passed by the fisherman, whispered to him: "You will do whatever he orders you to do, don't ruin it. Do you understand?" and, before receiving an answer, the emissary left the place.

The deer waved his hand at the brown bear, "On your knees, Bjarki. I am Jens, your new owner," ordered the Eikthyrnir.

Sigel dropped his knees to the carpeted floor, nodded his head and stood waiting for further orders from his master.

Jens picked up the wine jug and refilled his glass, took a sip and looked at the submissive bear, "Come closer and kiss my boot, show how much you love your master," said the stag, as a trickle of wine trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The fisherman crawled over to the other man, and slowly took one of his feet with both hands and kissed the cold leather of one boot and then did the same with the other. Sigel raised his head to look face to face with the other buck, observing that long snout and that big head crowned with huge antlers.

"Tell me, Bjarki, is it true what Irsk said," asked the stag.

"What, sir?" said the fisherman.

"Is it true that he is the only man who has penetrated you?" deepened his question the stranger.

"Yes, sir. He was my first time, and the only one who has ever penetrated me," replied the bear embarrassedly.

Jens nodded his head, unbuckled his belt and spread his legs, "Good, then we can proceed...Be a good female, undress me and attend to my genitals," the stag commanded in his arrogant tone of voice.

Sigel obeyed, pulled off the stag's boots and then took his leather pants with both hands and, very carefully, slowly pulled them down until they were off to the side. The ungulate's lean, long legs denoted its nobleman's position, a delicate and barely combat-ready body, perhaps strong enough to fight in a duel, but with no chance of survival in a real battle. The stag's genitals caught the bear's attention, a pair of huge, stretched balls undeniably announced the stranger's virility, far surpassing Irsk's. The bear slowly raised his gaze to meet a thin, long leather sheath attached to his abdomen.

Jens sipped his drink again and, with a big grin, enjoyed the submissive bear's face that had become mesmerized by his naked body, "Do you like what you see, Bjarki?"

Sigel nodded and swallowed saliva, "Yes, sir. You are a great male," the bear murmured.

"I know, all my females say the same, and my eleven sons confirm it," the buck replied calmly as he refilled his glass with wine.

The fisherman plunged his muzzle between the large buck's testicles, licking the delicate skin and breathing in the strong musk of the dominant beast. This quieter, gentler approach reminded Sigel of sex with his wife that was a far cry from the secret encounters with Irsk, who preferred to take his friend more wildly and violently.

"I like your smell, sir. You smell like a real man," moaned Sigel.

"Naturally, only true females enjoy the smell of men, "said Jens and drank all the wine in his glass in one gulp.

As Sigel licked the stag's scrotum, a slender tip peeked out from the ungulate's male sheath, a hard cylinder of flesh rising menacingly, reaching up to reach the Eikthyrnir's chest. The bear's anus contracted with the imposing image of the virility of the dominant male he was to serve. While Irsk had a thick penis like his own, it barely exceeded the length of his index finger, while Jens' member already doubled that measurement and was still growing.

The stranger refilled his glass with wine, dripping some of the liquid onto the table and his hand, sipped almost half of what had been poured and noticed the fear on the bear's face, who watched the stag's growing erection without stopping licking and kissing his balls.

"Is this the first time you've seen a deer's penis?" asked Jens smiling.

"Yes... the only other man's penis I've seen was Irsk's," muttered the bear.

"It will be a good experience for a submissive female like you. During the summer nights you can hear the singing of the Eikthyrnir females, the tearing cries of the little females as they are pierced by their husbands and lovers are the sweetest and most appreciated sound for our people," Jens explained as he stroked and touched the tip of his member. "It goes deep enough to make any lady fall in love. What do you think, will it make you sing too?" the male asked licking his lips.

"I-I don't...I don't know, sir," Sigel stammered.

The stag staggered out of the chair, poured what little wine was left in the jug and ordered the bear, "Let's go check it out. Get up from there and lean against the table."

Sigel got up from the floor and brought his hands to his pants, ready to pull them down but the stranger stopped him.

"No no, I'll take care of that," said the ungulate.

"Yes... "replied the fisherman, and leaned with both hands on the table, turning his back to the other man and raising his ass like an obedient lover.

Jens drained his cup in one gulp, threw it on the floor and yanked the bear's pants down. Then the big buck lay down on Sigel's back, sniffing his neck," You smell very nice. I like that, it is an essential requirement that my females are clean if they wish to carry my children in their bellies," he whispered in the bear's ear.

Sigel sighed as he felt the other buck against his back, the stag's huge genitals felt warm against his ass, the firm legs holding him in place no longer seemed weak, and the ungulate's hands roaming his body, roughly grasping the rolls of his belly and buttocks possessively. Now it really felt like sex with Irsk.

Jens brought his left hand to the bear's muzzle and slipped two fingers into his mouth, which Sigel began to suck passionately, "That's it, you're a female who knows what she's doing," the stranger mumbled.

As the bear sucked and allowed that pair of fingers to go as deep as they could, a slight hope stirred in Sigel's head. The stag had been drinking all night and was already quite drunk, his staggering, the smell of wine on his breath, and his grief-stricken movements made the fisherman think that Jens would at any moment fall unconscious on the ground and he would be saved from being penetrated by that long spear of flesh that resembled the long hot irons his wife used in the forge.

The Eikthyrnir laid his head on the soft fur of the bear's back for a moment and closed his eyes for a moment. The fingers in Sigel's mouth kept moving as the big male dozed, and the long penis squirted streams of clear liquid over the fisherman's back. A choked snore rudely awakened the stranger, who quickly withdrew his soaked fingers and brought them to his female's warm anus.

Sigel startled as she felt the thick fingers reach for her ass, "Don't you want to drink some more, sir?" moaned the Bjarki with her legs trembling.

"I'll have time to keep drinking that rich Irsk wine. Now let's get down to business..." replied Jens, still with his eyes narrowed.

The quiet of the great hall disappeared as the deer pushed his fingers inside the fisherman, forcing the bear to produce a loud roar

"What's the matter, little bear?" laughingly asked Jens. "I thought you were used to being penetrated," added the deer.

Sigel groaned, his legs quivering and flexing, sometimes squeezing his own testicles, as his anus tried to close and push out those thick fingers that reminded him of the pressure he felt on days when the black bear was especially rough with him, "I-I'm not used to your size, sir..."

Jens spread his fingers apart, forming the most obtuse angle possible, separating those thick walls of flesh and forcing the submissive bear to twist and bend until his face touched the table, bringing himself to the same height as his hands.

After playing with his fingers a moment longer, the big buck pulled them out from inside the fisherman. Staggering back, he took some distance to observe that huge, hairy ass that had become more appetizing the more the Bjarki moaned. Without much care, Jens slipped his dry hand between Sigel's tight legs, grabbed him by his manhood pulling it back, being able to see the vast difference between their species as he rested his long penis on the bear's. "Measuring us down here it's clear to see why mine rule and yours protect," the stag laughed aloud, using his long phallus to smack the other male's genitals a couple of times.

The Eikhyrnir let go of the bear, rested one hand on the submissive male's back and with the other held his long penis, pointing it at his target, "Be a good female and spread those fat buttocks," the buck ordered.

The fisherman reached his right hand back, grabbed his right buttock and pulled it, exposing his anus, which glistened slightly in the candlelight from the saliva the buck had just put in it, and bit down on his left hand as his chest puffed out nervously.

The deer's hand, resting on the bear's back, reached up and grabbed the hand Sigel had placed in its mouth. The fisherman tried to resist but the other male twisted his arm easily, forcing him to bring his left hand back.

"Use both hands and take a deep breath. I want to hear clearly how the females of the Bjarki clan sing," Jens ordered, keeping hold of the submissive male by the wrist.

Sigel moaned, closed his eyes and obeyed the Eikhyrnir, spreading both buttocks apart with his hands which opened his anus leaving a hole the ideal size for the cervid's long spur to enter straight into his bowels.

A silence occupied the bear's mind, the large deer behind him was still staggering, barely able to stand. Sigel took a deep breath, swallowed saliva and calmed down a bit, that huge beast was about to fall unconscious, then the fisherman would masturbate him and when he comes to and sees the semen on his fur... "AAAAHHH!!!" the bear screamed loudly as he felt a sharp pain in his guts.

Jens snorted with pleasure, slipped his arms under the bear's armpits and held him tight. The buck had completely buried his long penis, just as he was accustomed to doing with his wives and mistresses, a move that had never failed him when trying to impregnate a female.

A couple of tears ran down Sigel's face, who gritted his teeth and tried to keep silent as the other male used him, trying to maintain some dignity in the face of the intimidation of the huge ungulate while enduring the burning in his bowels.

The thrusts were powerful and merciless, pulling out only half of the long penis and quickly thrusting it back in again producing a wet sound each time the phallus was fully buried in the anus, and another more muffled, dry sound produced by the huge pair of testicles bumping against the bear's smaller sized balls.

Sigel could no longer resist the ramming, his legs shook again and a stream of semen spurted out, staining his belly, the table and the floor. The brown bear groaned as his face turned red with embarrassment, Irsk had never gotten him to ejaculate from being penetrated.

Jens let out a sharp bellow and rested his full weight on the fisherman again as a pleasurable tingle ran through his genitals, from his testicles to the tip of his penis buried in his female, signaling the beginning of his ejaculation.

The bear stifled a groan as he felt that extensive piece of flesh in his loins straighten and begin to expel long streams of foreign semen with terrifying pressure. After a few minutes, Sigel, who was already panting and with his tongue out, brought his hand to his stomach and stroked himself trying to soothe the strange discomfort from that huge amount of the deer seed that had already flooded his bowels and was making his abdomen grow a little.

With this new and uncomfortable sensation, the bear tried to straighten up a bit but as he did so his eyes widened enormously as he felt the huge stag collapse to the ground rattling his antlers as they impacted against the wood, and pulling the long phallus out of his bowels, making way for an obscene stream of semen that fell like a waterfall from the abused and still open anus of the ursine.

The Eikhyrnir had been knocked unconscious, producing only a resounding snore as the beast rested on the floor. Jens abdomen had become completely wet with his own semen, as his long spur slowly retracted into its sheath.

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Late in the night, Irsk entered the banquet hall. The stranger was lying naked on the floor, completely asleep, and Sigel was resting in a chair covered with a sheepskin.

The black bear ignored the Eikhyrnir and advanced directly towards his friend. The smell of another man's semen emanated from the fisherman's fur, drawing a sneer on the emissary's face.

Irsk slapped Sigel's face a couple of times to wake him up. When the brown bear opened his eyes he saw his real male in front of him, waiting. The fisherman rose from the chair carefully, his anus burning, his legs trembling and his fur still soaked with the deer's seed.

"Come, I have a hot bath waiting for you," Irsk announced, taking his friend by the hand and leading him through the house.

The emissary's bathroom was huge, filled with incense, aromatic oils, metal bowls of various sizes, a bathtub constructed of the highest quality wood and even some strange objects brought from beyond the sea called 'soaps'.

With Irsk's help, Sigel slowly entered the tub, dipping one leg, then the other, then slowly leaning over. "Ow! Ow! Wait...!" moaned the fisherman as the warm water reached his irritated anus and trying to rise again.

"Shh shh shh shh...easy, hold it," whispered Irsk to his friend, holding him with his hands and preventing him from getting up, carefully dipping him into the water.

Sigel managed to sit up in the tub and sighed, stretched his legs and dropped his arms, trying to relax. Irsk took a small metal bowl, filled it with warm water and slowly poured it over the fisherman's head, soaking the rest of his fur.

"Thank you..." murmured Sigel.

"You did very well, did you like it?" the emissary asked smiling, as he brought a vase of aromatic oil closer.

"It was...it was like getting in a fist fight with Fralk, it hurts all over. But...it felt really good," the brown bear replied.

Irsk poured oil on his lover's back and began to massage him," Don't get used to it, I'll never let another male penetrate you again," the black bear growled.

Sigel leaned his head back, watching the other bear's face," Jealous? He was much bigger than you," laughed the fisherman.

"Of course he was bigger than me! That beast is huge, it's clear he was going to have a bigger dick than me," exclaimed the emissary.

"I prefer yours anyway, I'd rather not feel like a savage is harpooning me every time I have sex," Sigel laughed.

Irsk smiled, both males stared into each other's eyes for a moment, and suddenly the black bear lowered his muzzle and kissed the brown bear, making his way with his tongue dominantly into the submissive ursine's mouth.

After washing himself thoroughly, with Irsk's help, Sigel dried his fur and when he was about to get dressed his friend stopped him. The black bear undressed, becoming completely naked, took his lover's hand again and led him to his bedroom.

"It's late, sleep with me," said Irsk.

"Okay... "Sigel agreed.

Both bears crawled into the emissary's luxurious fur bed. Sigel turned his back to the black bear and Irsk hugged him, managing to feel his friend's naked body against his own.

"For things like this I envy your wife..." muttered Irsk.

"Don't, I love you both equally," Sigel replied.

"But I don't live with you..." replied the black bear.

"You could... Do you want to?" offered the fisherman.

"Maybe...I don't know," Irsk replied hesitantly.

"Think about it. In the meantime enjoy this moment, it feels great to share the bed with you... "Sigel said.

Irsk answered with a grunt, breathed deeply on his lover's neck and closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep.