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Road Trip

By GrayLocke

2006

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Proofread and contributions by Papa Werebear

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Chapter 3

I was wearing some sandals that Peter had lent me. It really was a very cold autumn night and my sweaty, sticky fur felt really cool the breeze blew. Behind the inn was this large bathroom; right past the door the hall curved to the right, pretty much keeping curious eyes from looking inside without making any noise.

I thought, that the place must be pretty empty by now but as I turned the corner I saw some activity.

"Miles!" Karl said in greeting, his right arm rested on my shoulders as he took me in. There were lockers and some corridors to God knows where. The shower stall had about eight showerheads, big enough for a small crowd.

Hanging over the shower stall were some chains that ended in a pair of black rubber rings. I didn't have to guess at the purpose of the rings since there already were some men tied by the wrists with them. There were six of them; three hanging up and the other three were on their knees and elbows all wearing some sort of rubber blindfold - maybe to keep it from slipping - and their mouths were wide open because of a gag ring. Obviously these six men were servicing the nastier, kinkier crowd from the bus. You could say that Karl's posse was here having fun.

"These ones weren't on the bus." I said to Karl.

"Oh, these piggies are kept by Rae," Karl winked at me. "He sure knows how to get them prepped and ready."

"Is this legal?" I asked him.

Karl leaned in to me and sniffed," As legal as the pot that I can smell on your breath."

"But I didn't smoke it..."

"Aha!"

He had me on that point.

"It's just that... Just look at them. These six burly men were once human, you might not notice but humans have a slightly different scent; that and that they had average human sized cocks.

Five of them had crew cuts, one was shaved bald; they had these long biker beards, wet because of the soft and warm water spraying from the shower heads. What made me nervous was that underneath the thick hair on their bodies were these black tribal tattoos.

Karl seemed to notice that and comforted me, "Come on, they're pigs! These so called bikers are nothing but posers. Come here." He took me to one of the ones with his wrists tied to the rubber rings. Gudbrand; the big Norse werebear with the braided beard was giving him a good ride and the biker bear grunted with every thrust. All six of them had their crotches shaved and wore tri rings; one behind the cock and balls, one at the base of the ballsac and the smallest one at the base of the cock.

"But if these are bikers where are the motorcycles?" I asked.

Karl gave me a lecherous look, "The only thing these bikers will ever ride now are mounds of flesh." And he winked at me.

Gudbrand saw us coming and pulled off the man's ass and as I looked, the bear's inner thighs were coated in cum that oozed from the biker's hole. The biker's circumcised cock was throbbing hard and purplish as Karl wrapped his hand around; making the bound bear emit guttural noises as Karl stroked the swollen meat.

"See?" Karl said. The biker rocked his cock back and forth, pumping his throbbing cock into Karl's hand. "The pig likes his teat being pulled."

Gudbrand leaned onto me, whispering on my right ear, "But these piggies like it even more if you ride their pig's ass." He licked my ear, his left hand stroked my hardening member as his other hand rubbed his swollen Norse bear cock. Gudbrand was covered in soft reddish blond fur that he kept trimmed so that he could show the elaborate pattern of his Norse tattoos. Runic words and ancient Norse designs covered his right arm and his right pec; crawling down to his crotch where Gudbrand keep his crotch shaved so that people could see the tattoos covering his cock and his balls.

"That must have hurt!" I said to him as I eyed that ten inch snake, as thick as an average cock but the length and that slight curve that made it lean upwards making up for it. My hand grabbed his fuck-tool and felt the greasy cum coating it after mounting that transformed biker-bear pig.

"You bet it did," He said, then pressing his lips against mine and his wet, braided beard lay over my chest, "but it was worth fucking the man who did it afterwards."

I was stroking that tattooed cock as Gudbrand milked mine. Then I felt Karl's hand on my back, his brown bearded face kissing the nape of my neck and whispered "Finn is a wonderful man with a kind heart, but sometimes he forgets that he can tear easily any hole with that fat monster he carries between his legs." I felt his wiry beard rubbing against my neck, just as Gudbrand knelt down, taking my throbbing bearhood into his mouth.

Karl is, about five foot ten and very methodic; in a way, he's a neat freak. Unlike Finn, Karl does not rely on shape shifting to get his muscles, he loves to work out and eating healthy and it shows. In a way he's similar to Peter, except of course that he's much more developed in the muscle department. He's very vanilla with Finn, but with the others... the most amazing thing is that he looks very sweet and he is but you don't want to be in the basement of this brown bear's cigar shop if you're not ready.

Soft hands caressed my back, reaching my hairy ass-cheeks and playing with the cleft, Karl kissed me on the neck as I felt his throbbing bearhood rubbing up and down between my buns. I froze, but as Gudbrand continued his nursing on my pulsing meat; Karl rubbed his hands over my tense body, his hands playing with my nipples.

"Finn's got a big heart." He whispered in my right ear, "Too bad he keeps forgetting that he has a big cock." I felt his glans nudging my hole; making me shiver and my pucker tensed involuntarily, feeling a bit unsure about getting banged by one of the men who raised me.

"And sometimes," He said, "I forget that myself." And Karl kissed my back, I felt the lips trailing down my spine; the thick brown beard scratching the skin until I felt his hands parting my hams; Karl's moustache brushing the puckered entry and I shuddered when his tongue licked my tender pink hole.

Through hazy eyes I looked at the Norse bear nursing on my cock, my arse pushing back at Karl and that wonderful bear tongue. Then Gudbrand stopped sucking my cock and rose, his lips kissing and nibbling on my pink nipples, leaving them hard and swollen.

He rose some more, his braided beard against my own scruffy beard as our tongues moved from mouth to mouth, his breath pungent with the smell of cum, still plastered on his beard. Our cocks pressed together as Gudbrand held my wrists, raising them as he pulled from the kiss and smiled; securing my hands through one of the hanging rubber rings used for the bikers.

"Be a good cub," He said.

I winked at him and said, "Well, good unless that's not what you want."

It was then when I felt Karl's tongue slide into me and my knees went weak. "Good," said Gudbrand, "Let your weight rest on the chain." I was hanging from the chain, feeling it lower me until I was bent at the knees. Karl was still eating my hole, tongue fucking me. The middle aged looking Norse bear knelt down again and a short red haired bear looked at us. He was riding one of the bikers who was on his hands and knees, the blindfolded biker emitting guttural sounds as the red bear pummeled his arse with what looked like a really thick cock.

"My name's Kairn." He growled at me with a smile.

"I'm Miles." I growled back, then shivered when Gudbrand swirled his tongue around my cocktip.

Kairn eyed my fat pecker, his tongue licking his lips, "That's a good fuck-tool you got there boy," He said between thrusts. "But this," And the biker bear he was fucking pawed at the ground as Kairn pulled his cock out. The biker appeared to be in excruciating pain as Kairn grunted, forcing his cockhead out of the hole. I saw the reason why he was pawing at the ground; with a loud popping sound Kairn managed to pull the thickest piece of meat I've ever seen in my life.

"That's something to behold!" I said in awe.

Not the longest one in town, probably as long as mine. However, it was much thicker than mine and the whole reason the biker bear was sobbing on the ground was that fat mushroom head, taking up one third of Kairn's cock; it looked more like a horse's cockhead. It was big and flared and even the urethra pushed about half and inch through the piss slit.

My stare was obvious and Kairn came up to me, dragging along the biker with a leash. Kairn's cock leaking pre from that big piss-slit, the rest of his cock was coated in cum, rectal mucus and some blood.

"Don't they get hurt?" I asked him. Kairn grinned and saw his right hand shift, the nails becoming sharp bear claws and he sank them on the poor biker's back, making the submitted bear squirm and howl as Kairn drew four thick lines into his flesh. To my surprise the wounds healed up quite fast.

"See?" Kairn smiled, "These piggies are prepped up and ready." He turned around the biker, showing me the hairy asscrack and the gaping hole where semen pooled up inside.

Gudbrand rose, "Want to give these pigs a ride?" He asked me as he stroked my swollen meat. I did want to ride that gaping hole and I nodded.

They dragged the biker bear towards me, his anal ring obscenely stretched by Kairn's fuckmeat. My cockhead touched the biker's hole and he moaned, pawing away but Kairn laid a foot on the man's back, "Down boy!" he ordered the biker.

I moaned when my cock pushed past the dilated hole, the biker bear sighed as he realized that my cock wasn't Kairn's and I started to thrust into that man-cunt, made slick by the previous ejaculations of so many werebears before me.

It was warm and tight inside, like a warm sleeve wrapping around my cock. Wherever they found these pigs they were well trained, his rectal muscles milking my cock as Karl slurped on my hole.

Kairn and Gudbrand rubbed their cocks as they chewed on my nipples, their bearded faces scrubbing the areolas as they matted my chest with the cum stuck to their beards. Karl stopped eating my hole and I heard him rise, his hands reaching in front of me to pet the two bears sucking my nipples. "Do you trust me?" He whispered in my right ear.

"Of course I do," I said in a low growling tone. That did not convince him, "I'm gonna ask you again, do you really trust me?"

And I said, "You, Finn and mom raised me. Why wouldn't I trust you? You're practically my grandfather too."

That must have taken him by surprised since he said a "You do?" with a slightly broken tone; trust me, Karl rarely gets surprised.

I heard some fumbling behind me, and then darkness as Karl blindfolded me. "Now open up," He said, his voice having a joyous tone.

"No safe word?" I asked him.

"If you trust me then you should not worry." He said that with a tone of jovial mischief.

I made a "mmph" sound as a ballgag was placed in my mouth, the cords tightened on my neck. I was defenseless; experiencing nothing but the smell of sweat, sex and semen; the soft water falling onto my skin and the warm pulsing chute around my cock.

A finger touched my hole, Karl telling me to relax my pucker; and his finger sank inside me, aided apparently by the only lube handy at the moment, cum.

I felt tremors running down my body; Karl's finger pushing inside and touching buttons that I didn't know I had. Then came a second finger, the digits stretching the sphincter as they pumped in and out, gyrating and relaxing my tensed sphincter.

"Feeling good Miles?" He asked. I nodded and emitted a muffled grunt as his fingers touched my pleasure nut. I pushed back at him for more; my cock bobbing inside the biker's hole and I heard a chuckle.

Karl said "Never felt anything like this eh?" and he shoved a third finger, the burning sensation of the entry mixed with the pleasant feeling sent by pleasure nerves I never knew I had; and then the fingers were gone.

"My turn!" Said Gudbrand, his voice full of joy.

"You have no idea how lucky you are." Karl said to him.

"You bet I know, it's not every day that I get to pop open a freshness seal!" The Norse bear said.

Big hands parted asscheeks, and Gudbrand's cocktip touched my pucker. I inhaled deeply, feeling anxious as the cockhead kept pressing against my tense hole; it was my turn to grunt, muffled by a gag , like the bound transformed bikers.

Karl rubbed my chest, the fingers fondling my nipples, "Shhh," he whispered, "Relax, push like yer taking a dump. It'll feel better once it gets inside."

I did as he told me, Gudbrand's cockhead pushed further as my anal ring began to dilate. The biker pig sheathing my cock rocked back and forth, mixing the pleasure of his tight chute around my swollen bear cock and the burning feeling of Gudbrand's fucktool slowly popping my cherry.

It was then when he popped the cockhead past the sphincter and the stem followed suit, I never had a cock in me and I tried to walk away from it, but the pig was blocking my way making me bury my cock deep inside him.

"Oh no, there's no stopping now." Gudbrand said and held me as he sheathed his cock inside my tender hole, his meaty hands roaming my chest, my furry ass touching the base of his cock.

It didn't matter that Karl had pumped three fingers inside me to stretch me and that Gudbrand had an average sized thick cock; it still burned. The big Norse werebear waited until the discomfort eased a bit on me and then he pulled out slowly, but not completely, taking everything out but his glans. His mushroom head rested against the inner side of my sphincter. My hands clenched on the chain as the breeding began.

Gudbrand took his time, savoring the feeling of being the first one to ride me. He nibbled on my neck, his braided beard scrubbing my neck and his thick meat pumped faster and harder. This was all too much for me and I came inside the pig. The Norse werebear growled in delight as my rectum went into spasm around his pumping meat.

The biker moaned and I could feel Karl petting his head, telling him he was a good pig and that if he was good, perhaps one day he could be a top again.

I had bred the biker and now Karl was stroking his cock as he was pulled away, but all too soon. My softening meat was caressed by a hand, then by a mouth. Gudbrand growled and bit my neck harder, his cock pumping faster and faster; he bellowed as he emptied his load in me, the feeling of a pulsing bear cock sending jolts of pleasure through my guts.

My drool was oozing around my lips and on the ballgag. At that point I just wanted to rest; the mouth left my cock and someone rinsed my cock.

Karl whispered, "This is going to sting a bit." And I felt a sharp pain on one side of my cock; a hot burning sensation ran through it as a needle injected something in it.

Right then my cock throbbed, in a matter of seconds it was as hard it could ever be, the chemical making sure that it would remain that way for a long time.

There was the sound of someone being dragged; "Suck it pig!" Yelled someone and my cock was engulfed by one of the biker pigs. His struggles telling me that someone was forcing him to take my swollen bear cock.

It was uncomfortable, my cock getting sensitive after coming but the bound bear was forced to nurse it. The guy must have been new, a human being inducted into the werebear clan or captured and forced changed. I knew he was still human, he didn't smell like the others being fucked. My come was to be the stuff that would change him; I was breeding a human, breeding him to be a werebear.

Then a pair of rough hands grabbed my ass, the callous palms parting them and a cock pushed into my hole, making me squirm as the dilated hole stretched once again but this time by a thicker cock.

A wiry beard rasped my left ear and spoke "You ride with us, you'll be rode by us." He was thicker than Gudbrand and he shoved his entire length into me. I screamed in my gag, my teeth biting hard into the red ball as the werebear gave me no time to adjust to his cock. The force of his thrusts making sure that mine was shoving deep into the unwilling man that sucked on my cock; the big bear riding me growled, his thrusts becoming erratic as he filled me with his seed. He paused for a few seconds and withdrew.

As soon as he pulled out, another werebear took his place, pounding mercilessly on my tender hole that healed as fast as his thick tool stretched it. He bellowed as he rammed his cock one last time, pumping me with his werebear cum and like the one before him pulled out and quickly another bear took his place.

In the darkness all I could hear was the grunts of the bruins and the squeals of the bikers being abused; I noticed that some of those squeals came from me, they took their turns mounting me, each one thicker than the other. All of them planting their seed deep within my bowels. My cock pulsing inside the poor pig and yet the erection never faded, my cock used as an extension of theirs.

"Is my turn now?" Growled Kairn his cock as fat as a horse's rubbed my hole; this was going to hurt. And then something was placed under my right nostril. "Snort it in," Said Karl but I shook my head.

"Do you trust me?" he asked and I nodded. "Then you should snort it."

Having nothing to lose, I exhaled through my nose and he blocked the left nostril. I inhaled as fast as I can, the dust coating the inner lining of my nose. I exhaled again and the thing was placed on the left nostril, I repeated it again and the inside of my nose burned.

At the same time Kairn pushed his fat cockhead, aided by the slippery cum that oozed through my stretched hole. I filled the room with muffled howls as he forced the fat mushroom head in me. Fuck it hurts, fuck it hurts, fuck it hurts, fuck it hurts, fuck it hurts, fuck it hurts...

And finally the fumes reached my brain. My face felt like it was on fire, I became very dizzy. Kairn sheathed his entire length inside me. My anal ring tore, blood mixing with the come between my inner thighs and the fast healing kicking in.

"Aye, the lad is so tight and warm." He muttered; just like the other ones he gave me no time to adjust, he pounded relentlessly into me but his cock grew thicker and thicker. The familiar sound of his bones reshaping and rearranging, it started to hurt, his nails turning into claws that buried into my skin, cutting deep enough in the flesh to draw thick lines of blood.

Again the small bottle of poppers was placed in my nostrils and again I snorted it. The Scottish werebear riding me savagely, his claws cutting my chest as he bred me with a feral lust.

My throat hurt from the muffled screaming, my anal ring felt like he was going to tear open it with one of his thrusts. I was exhausted, these werebears used me for their pleasure and I went limp surrendering to the savage mounting. Kairn's muzzle rested on my right shoulder, his blunt fangs bit into my long hair and suddenly he roared so loud my ear went deaf for a few seconds as he marked me with his thick werebear seed.

I came again. I could feel the man beneath me, being forced to eat my sperm; his head pushed into my crotch. The guy was probably straight, but that didn't matter now. I could feel him writhing as he swallowed involuntarily, his head being held onto my cock. His toothless mouth, soon to grow a new set of werebear teeth, clamped down hard as he was force fed my seed. The pressure only caused me to shoot yet another final load. After the last spurt he was pulled off of my engorged member and he gasped for air for several minutes, then coughed and then he began to sob.

I heard a growling rough voice say, "YOU wanted to ride with us." Special emphasis was placed on the 'You' reminding the human that he had asked for the treatment that he'd just received. "YOU wanted to join. YOU agreed to an initiation no matter what it involved, REMEMBER? YOU accepted the paw tattoo! This is part of the initiation for OUR men and YOU will serve us until we deem YOU are no longer a poser. THEN you will START to become one of us. Until then, YOU will serve, understood?"

There was a whimper and the rough voice simply said, "Good." then it said "Put him in lock up."

The human was taken away, undoubtedly to await his transformation in a secure place.

Then all went quiet, the flow of water coming from the showerheads increased and they released my hands, Kairn pulled out of my raw hole and I trembled when the fat cockhead left with a loud pop.

The wounds he had left on me were deep enough to take some time to heal; they removed the gag from my mouth and I welcomed the warm water, moistening my dry throat. Karl removed the blindfold and cradled me in his arms. As my eyes adjusted to the light, through blurry eyes I saw him smile and said "Good boy, you took them all like a man, I'm so proud of you my grandson."

I smiled, resting my head on his chest; God I was so tired, my body felt so heavy and consciousness began to leave me when I heard a man screaming. I couldn't understand what he was saying but his tone was full of rage towards Karl.

I finally recognized the screaming voice as Finn's...