Unbearable Mr. Bear
Sometimes, all you need is a hug...
- May 9, 2025
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Was bored so here's another little unwarranted piece of personal lust.
Was bored so here's another little unwarranted piece of personal lust.
With a throb in my cranium, I slowly open my sore eyes to a distressing view: Bars of withered wood, in the configuration of a rough cage, rest inside the opening of a cave, hanged from the ceiling by sturdy dark green vines. As I shake myself and call for help, something strikes me: I don't remember who I am, or, indeed, any memory before waking up. Panic starts to set in, and my cries for help get louder. I try to open the cage, to no avail. It seems deceptively firm compared to its dilapidated appearance.
Then, I look around and notice a most morbid choice of decorations: Skulls, small and large, sprinkled about on the foot of walls, dry blood where they rest, and above a myriad of furry and leathery skins, as well as smoked meat, possibly from the same source. I barely notice the rest of the makeshift furniture before going into an even more panicked state. Adrenaline sets in and I start jumping and crashing into the walls of the cage, trying to escape to no avail.
Then, I hear steps coming into the cave. My heart pounds heavily as something that I would never have believed if I didn't see it myself emerges from the bright outside: A hulking, 3 and a half meter tall creature. Its body almost impossibly muscular, covered in light brown fur. As the creature closes by, I shake and gasp. Its hind feet are enormous and monstrous, but the rest of its physical appearance is more or less humanoid, with the exception of the head, which resembles that of a hare, with large ears and hazel sclera. It also has large, protruding canine fangs, in contradiction to its otherwise lagomorphic rest.
"The human is awake, it seems." Its voice is a deep, rumbling growl, its diction is perfectly understandable. "You now belong to me. Get used to it." I want to express myself, but nothing comes out of my mouth. I'm completely aghast, can't choose which of the dozens of questions to ask. Instead I just watch my captor skin and butcher a fox with skill and finesse. The beastly hare creature is quiet and collected, and I can't decide if that is unnerving or calming. Eventually, however, I bring myself to ask, stuttering: "W-Who...are you?"
"I have no name. You can call me 'owner' if you want." Rispid and direct, it is answered without even a movement. I ask another question: "What are you going to...do with me?" "Whatever I want. I own you." At this moment, it turns and hangs both the meat and the skin to dry, going closer to the light of the fire, and I see something very curious: Between its legs, something resembling a large sheath and a large scrotum, housing plump, furry balls. The connotations of 'Whatever I want' start to run around my head, and I cannot decide on what to feel about it, besides fear.
"Looking at my crotch?" The hare-man says, startling me. I hear a slight, rumbly laugh as he goes toward the cured meat, rips a piece off, and offers it to me. "You eat?" He says. I am still in a state of slight denial, as this all seems so surreal: The beast man, being his property, and now being treated to food by him? This indeed looks like a lucid dream...and it may as well be, as real as it feels to the senses, so I just play along.
I grab the meat, and start chewing on it. The beastly man goes into the back of the cave. A few minutes later, he comes with a relatively large wooden cup of water. "Drink." He says tersely. I obey, as I am parched after that salty, smoked meat. The water seems clear and safe to drink, thankfully. After a while 'feasting', I noticed he was looking at me while I eat. Opposing my instincts to not anger the beast, I quip "Looking at me eat?" He laughs louder than last time, though in the same manner. "It's relaxing." His hare-like face is hard to read, but it seems true.
In any way, I go back to consuming the rest of the food and water, and it makes me feel slightly less concerned about my situation...that is, until I look back at him, and as he still looks at me with unwavering eyes, breathing heavily, I notice the tip of a reddened penis erecting from the sheath. I drop the food and start panicking again. The beast seems to enjoy my wriggling, and I can hear he mumble something to himself, as he licks his animal chops, and his penis erects further, showing a rather large shaft. "P-P-Please...don't...!" I utter, thinking only of my own
physical and mental safety. Fully erect, the horny monster comes at me slowly. The closer he gets, the more scared I become, and the more he enjoys, it seems.
He stops as close to the cage without touching it, and I am now cowering at the opposite corner of it. "Soon you'll beg for me. No force needed." He grabs more food and water for me. "Eat. Drink. You are mine to care." He goes back to his chair, still fully erect, and now stroking it with his clawed hand. My fear is still present, but moreso is confusion. What am I to him? A pet? A slave? An object to be used? I ask him, and he sighs, responding: "My fetish. Humans arouse me. Small...scared...unprotected. I protect and nurture you, you satisfy my need."
As I take in the unexpected response, the male beast keeps on masturbating in front of me, now with even more gusto. Even in my leery state, I cannot help but get aroused myself. The bulge in my pants gets harder as I start looking at the hare-man with a more perverse mindset. I think about his large abs and pecs, his muscular build, even his monstrous clawed hind feet are making me think of filth. I struggle to not undo my pants. "Resisting pheromones? Futile...give in, feel better." The perverted lagomorph says, as a dominant grin paints over his face.
I sit in my hands, but the degenerate thoughts keep coming. Sex acts of unthinkable filth, fantasies made impossible by reality, but what was reality? The being in my front cannot be real, and yet he is...and he likes me...and wants to cum...and I want too! Rationality goes away as my hands almost rip my pants open, showing my full erection. "Yes...good. Good human." The sexy monstrosity utters, as he gets up and comes close to the cage, still stroking his immense cock. As he approaches, my near-madness escalates and I cannot do anything but look at him and jerk off. His breath is hot on me. "Good humans cum for their masters. Cum, my pet." He opens his maw and I can see large sharp teeth, similar to a shark. His command compels me, and I shoot squirt after squirt inside of his mouth.
After a large amount of edging, he was also going to unload in me. Shaking terribly, probably trying to hold his load, he lowers the cage down to dick-level and inserts the hot, throbbing piece of meat right onto my torso. Still addled by the chemicals, I hug it and suck it wildly. The beast starts grunting while drooling, quivering with every throb, his piece a pipe of pre-cum, until suddenly, a thick, heavy load of sperm hits me. And another. And another. And another, until he's exhausted.
As I peruse the cum, I find it tastes strong, salty and musky. I look back at the beast and he's on the ground, his penis still twitching. I, myself, am still on the afterglow, but the rationality is coming back. I see what I done, how dangerous and imprudent it could be...and I regret nothing. "Are you okay?" I ask for the beast. "Ah...I need...you...human. Make me...happy. I want...MORE!" He
stumbles up, and opens the cage, cradling me carefully and kissing me passionately with his long tongue. "Mine...mine...all mine." His hands were fluffy and soft, as was his body. He takes me to his bed, and we both lay down, embraced in one another.
"Is this all you need from me?" I ask as he hugs me firmly, but gently. He was already dozing off, but I could hear a faint 'yes' on him. Strangely, I felt no desire to leave him anymore. The fear is
gone, substituted by a kind of peace...maybe it's what I wanted after all? I ponder that as I also doze off in his furry, strong embrace, to perhaps better, simpler, more pleasurable days.
Then, I look around and notice a most morbid choice of decorations: Skulls, small and large, sprinkled about on the foot of walls, dry blood where they rest, and above a myriad of furry and leathery skins, as well as smoked meat, possibly from the same source. I barely notice the rest of the makeshift furniture before going into an even more panicked state. Adrenaline sets in and I start jumping and crashing into the walls of the cage, trying to escape to no avail.
Then, I hear steps coming into the cave. My heart pounds heavily as something that I would never have believed if I didn't see it myself emerges from the bright outside: A hulking, 3 and a half meter tall creature. Its body almost impossibly muscular, covered in light brown fur. As the creature closes by, I shake and gasp. Its hind feet are enormous and monstrous, but the rest of its physical appearance is more or less humanoid, with the exception of the head, which resembles that of a hare, with large ears and hazel sclera. It also has large, protruding canine fangs, in contradiction to its otherwise lagomorphic rest.
"The human is awake, it seems." Its voice is a deep, rumbling growl, its diction is perfectly understandable. "You now belong to me. Get used to it." I want to express myself, but nothing comes out of my mouth. I'm completely aghast, can't choose which of the dozens of questions to ask. Instead I just watch my captor skin and butcher a fox with skill and finesse. The beastly hare creature is quiet and collected, and I can't decide if that is unnerving or calming. Eventually, however, I bring myself to ask, stuttering: "W-Who...are you?"
"I have no name. You can call me 'owner' if you want." Rispid and direct, it is answered without even a movement. I ask another question: "What are you going to...do with me?" "Whatever I want. I own you." At this moment, it turns and hangs both the meat and the skin to dry, going closer to the light of the fire, and I see something very curious: Between its legs, something resembling a large sheath and a large scrotum, housing plump, furry balls. The connotations of 'Whatever I want' start to run around my head, and I cannot decide on what to feel about it, besides fear.
"Looking at my crotch?" The hare-man says, startling me. I hear a slight, rumbly laugh as he goes toward the cured meat, rips a piece off, and offers it to me. "You eat?" He says. I am still in a state of slight denial, as this all seems so surreal: The beast man, being his property, and now being treated to food by him? This indeed looks like a lucid dream...and it may as well be, as real as it feels to the senses, so I just play along.
I grab the meat, and start chewing on it. The beastly man goes into the back of the cave. A few minutes later, he comes with a relatively large wooden cup of water. "Drink." He says tersely. I obey, as I am parched after that salty, smoked meat. The water seems clear and safe to drink, thankfully. After a while 'feasting', I noticed he was looking at me while I eat. Opposing my instincts to not anger the beast, I quip "Looking at me eat?" He laughs louder than last time, though in the same manner. "It's relaxing." His hare-like face is hard to read, but it seems true.
In any way, I go back to consuming the rest of the food and water, and it makes me feel slightly less concerned about my situation...that is, until I look back at him, and as he still looks at me with unwavering eyes, breathing heavily, I notice the tip of a reddened penis erecting from the sheath. I drop the food and start panicking again. The beast seems to enjoy my wriggling, and I can hear he mumble something to himself, as he licks his animal chops, and his penis erects further, showing a rather large shaft. "P-P-Please...don't...!" I utter, thinking only of my own
physical and mental safety. Fully erect, the horny monster comes at me slowly. The closer he gets, the more scared I become, and the more he enjoys, it seems.
He stops as close to the cage without touching it, and I am now cowering at the opposite corner of it. "Soon you'll beg for me. No force needed." He grabs more food and water for me. "Eat. Drink. You are mine to care." He goes back to his chair, still fully erect, and now stroking it with his clawed hand. My fear is still present, but moreso is confusion. What am I to him? A pet? A slave? An object to be used? I ask him, and he sighs, responding: "My fetish. Humans arouse me. Small...scared...unprotected. I protect and nurture you, you satisfy my need."
As I take in the unexpected response, the male beast keeps on masturbating in front of me, now with even more gusto. Even in my leery state, I cannot help but get aroused myself. The bulge in my pants gets harder as I start looking at the hare-man with a more perverse mindset. I think about his large abs and pecs, his muscular build, even his monstrous clawed hind feet are making me think of filth. I struggle to not undo my pants. "Resisting pheromones? Futile...give in, feel better." The perverted lagomorph says, as a dominant grin paints over his face.
I sit in my hands, but the degenerate thoughts keep coming. Sex acts of unthinkable filth, fantasies made impossible by reality, but what was reality? The being in my front cannot be real, and yet he is...and he likes me...and wants to cum...and I want too! Rationality goes away as my hands almost rip my pants open, showing my full erection. "Yes...good. Good human." The sexy monstrosity utters, as he gets up and comes close to the cage, still stroking his immense cock. As he approaches, my near-madness escalates and I cannot do anything but look at him and jerk off. His breath is hot on me. "Good humans cum for their masters. Cum, my pet." He opens his maw and I can see large sharp teeth, similar to a shark. His command compels me, and I shoot squirt after squirt inside of his mouth.
After a large amount of edging, he was also going to unload in me. Shaking terribly, probably trying to hold his load, he lowers the cage down to dick-level and inserts the hot, throbbing piece of meat right onto my torso. Still addled by the chemicals, I hug it and suck it wildly. The beast starts grunting while drooling, quivering with every throb, his piece a pipe of pre-cum, until suddenly, a thick, heavy load of sperm hits me. And another. And another. And another, until he's exhausted.
As I peruse the cum, I find it tastes strong, salty and musky. I look back at the beast and he's on the ground, his penis still twitching. I, myself, am still on the afterglow, but the rationality is coming back. I see what I done, how dangerous and imprudent it could be...and I regret nothing. "Are you okay?" I ask for the beast. "Ah...I need...you...human. Make me...happy. I want...MORE!" He
stumbles up, and opens the cage, cradling me carefully and kissing me passionately with his long tongue. "Mine...mine...all mine." His hands were fluffy and soft, as was his body. He takes me to his bed, and we both lay down, embraced in one another.
"Is this all you need from me?" I ask as he hugs me firmly, but gently. He was already dozing off, but I could hear a faint 'yes' on him. Strangely, I felt no desire to leave him anymore. The fear is
gone, substituted by a kind of peace...maybe it's what I wanted after all? I ponder that as I also doze off in his furry, strong embrace, to perhaps better, simpler, more pleasurable days.
