This is a Gay, Authoritarian story, you can use my email address and I accept the nifty.org terms. I encourage everyone that reads and enjoys this story to consider supporting Nifty.org to support the archivist and keep the archive online. You can learn more here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
You can follow @lockedstories on twitter for announcements of new chapters and new stories. I would appreciate any feedback at lockedcubstories@gmail.com.
You can find the entire story here in eBook and print form: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09VKXD88Y
Atlanta Bears
Forging a New Path
John sat on a bench under a tree with his head reclined and his eyes closed. The late afternoon summer heat and humidity were oppressive and he could feel the sweat building on his forehead. He had just completed the bar exam, a two-day grueling experience he hoped he would not have to repeat. Mentally, he was exhausted, but he felt optimistic about his chances of passing, though he would not know the results for sure till October at the latest.
"Well, what did you think?" came the voice of Bart.
John opened his eyes, leaned his head forward, and smiled. Wes was standing beside the man and they both looked as tired as he was.
"I guess we will find out, but I think it went well," John replied.
"You are more positive than I am," Wes said. "Still, at least it's over."
"You two up for some drinks?" Bart asked.
"Yes," John replied as he stood up and stretched. "I could use several."
Wes laughed and patted the shoulders of his friend.
"Come on."
As they walked down the street towards the parking deck where Wes had left his Jeep, Bart looked at John.
"I got a call from my cousin today."
"So, you two are planning on moving to New York then," John replied.
"Not immediately," Bart replied. "But by the fall. I want to see what my scores are, but the state does have reciprocity with Georgia, so if we pass, we can transfer the license up there."
"Bart is probably going to fly up there a few times during the next few months to help out with the estate," Wes said.
It had been the news no one wanted to hear. Bart had found out the previous week that his uncle had passed away. He had been a wealthy man who had founded a company in New Jersey and had retired to New York City many years ago. Bart had been his favorite nephew and as his uncle had no children, he had left the entire estate to him. The amount was still unclear, but it was sure to ensure that he and Wes could live comfortably.
"I'm sorry this had to happen right before your exam," John said.
"I'm not going to lie; it was not the best timing," Bart replied. "However, since I will have to wait for the results of the exam to get into practice, it gives me time to get things squared away and determine things."
"I'm going to miss having you around here," John said with a smile.
"Yeah, we will miss you too," Wes replied.
"Just remember you will always have a place to stay here when you want to visit," John said.
"Oh, I am sure we will take you up on that," Bart replied.
"What will you be doing for the next few months?" Wes asked.
"The law office told me they would keep me on doing the grunt work I have been doing till the test results come in," John said. "It's a good chance I can stay on if I pass."
"That would be awesome!" Wes replied.
"Yeah," John said. "And Tony wants me to start helping him train his subs."
"Oh yeah?" Bart asked.
John chuckled.
"Yeah, he has taken a liking to me," John replied. "And I guess I have to him. He is kind of like the father I never had in a way."
"He is a good mentor," Wes replied with a smile.
"Yeah, I couldn't hack his program, but I can see that," Bart replied. "Just keep an eye out for us. If you find a good boy that wants to move up north, let me know."
John laughed.
"I figured you would say that."
Later that evening, John leaned against the back railing on the upper deck of the bar and watched as the men filed in and walked around. There were some hot-looking guys about and with the summer heat, most of them had their shirts off to show off their chests. He lifted the bottle of beer in his hand to his lips and took a sip when out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar face. It was Owen, the young man he had fucked in his office back in the spring. He walked over to the boy and tapped him on his shoulder. When Owen turned around, he frowned.
"Hey."
"I guess you remember me," John replied.
"Yeah," Owen replied. "Thought you were pretty hot once."
"Listen, I was an ass," John said. "You were looking to have some fun with a dom and just wanted some pleasure in return. I apologize for how things ended. I understand if you want to avoid me from now on, but can I at least buy you a beer as a peace offering?"
Owen's face changed and the crack of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"You know I enjoyed taking that cock of yours," Owen replied. "You knew how to push my buttons. I was just hoping for something in return."
"Totally get that," John replied. "A good dom provides a sub a safe place to explore but respects certain boundaries and meets their needs, too. I am a big enough man to understand I was in the wrong. I was an asshole."
"Nah," Owen said as he reached out his hand and rubbed John's chest. "You were inconsiderate, but I liked the way you took charge. It was a pleasure to service you."
"So, can I buy you a beer, then?" John asked.
"Sure," Owen replied as he moved his hand down and felt John's crotch. "And maybe I'll help you out down here, too."
John smiled at the boy.
"You want my cock, boy?"
"I do enjoy that girthy thing," Owen replied as he rubbed John's jeans, feeling the hardening shaft underneath.
"Good boy," John replied as he rubbed Owen's head.
Owen licked his lips and John smiled as he turned to grab two more beers. When he returned, Owen took the bottle, tipped it back, and took a swig before moving to put his hand behind John and feel his ass.
"Thanks for apologizing, by the way," Owen replied. "You seem different."
"In a bad way?" John asked.
"No," Owen said. "Just not the same."
John laughed.
"I've had a lot going on in the past few months. It gave me time to reflect."
As they drank, Owen reached around and felt John's crotch again and noticed it was still bulging. John reached behind him and stuck his hands down the boy's pants and felt between his hairy ass cheeks for his hole. As he flicked his finger over it, Owen moaned.
"Fuck, Sir!"
"You like that, boy?" John asked.
"Yes, Sir!" Owen groaned as he rubbed on John's package.
"I would love to have you servicing me with that hot mouth of yours," John said. "Let you feel my cock deep in your throat."
"I want to ride it after, Sir!" Owen groaned.
"Yeah, boy?" John asked. "You want to feel me deep in you again?"
"Yes, Sir," Owen moaned as he closed his eyes. "I'll be begging for your load."
"You please me well and I'll lay you back and finger that cummy ass after," John said as he leaned into Owen's ear. "I'll rub that prostate while I stroke your dick. You'll be feeling waves of energy flow over you as you orgasm and cover yourself with your cum."
"Fuck, Sir!" Owen groaned as he reached down and felt the wet spot in his jeans.
"I know the owner here," John whispered in Owen's ear. "Want to go to the apartment over the bar?"
"Fuck yes, Sir!" Owen groaned as he turned and walked up the staircase to the bar.
John followed him and smiled.
The Eagle had once been a single-family home. Altered over the years, it still retained some vestiges of its former life. One was a large staircase that led up to an upper floor where there was a small apartment. It was used mainly for the local bear group meetings, but John had brought a few boys up here in the past since he was good friends with the owner.
When they entered the upper room, John closed the door behind them and Owen moved to unbutton John's pants. As the fly popped open, the boy was greeted with a thick dick that expanded towards him.
"Fuck!" Owen groaned.
John smiled and let his pants hit the floor and kicked them off. He reached down and put his hand behind Owen's head and brought the boy's nose forward into his crotch.
"Fuck, you smell good, Sir," Owen groaned as he inhaled.
He felt his dick swelling in his jeans and he reached down to rub it while he licked John's balls.
"Hands up here, boy," John said with a firm voice. "Focus on me first and I promise you will get a good reward."
Owen grinned and opened his mouth as he brought the shaft inside and over his tongue. John groaned and closed his eyes as his head lifted to the ceiling.
"Fuck yeah, boy. Suck your Sir's cock."
Owen groaned in response as he bobbed up and down. As John looked down, he lifted his hands to his nipples and pinched them, causing his cock to pulse in response. Owen felt a spurt of precum leak out and fall on the back of his tongue. The taste was salty and sweet at the same time and he sucked it down.
"Good boy," John growled. "Get it nice and wet. It is going up that hole of yours soon."
"Yes, Sir!" Owen gasped as he pulled the dick briefly from his mouth before taking it deep inside again.
John felt the back of Owen's throat. The boy was taking every inch and it felt wonderful. Owen flicked his tongue around and gripped John's shaft as he sucked. He had his hand under John's balls at the same time and gently was rolling them around and massaging them.
"Fuck I need that ass, boy," John replied with a deep, guttural voice.
Owen pulled the cock from his mouth, looked up at the man towering over him, and smiled. He reached down, unbuttoned his pants, and let them fall to the ground, followed by his underwear. John could see the boy's cock hard and dripping and he smiled.
"Over on the couch, boy," John said as he nodded to the side of the room.
Owen moved over and leaned over the side, presenting his ass to the man. John reached down and rubbed the boy's ass cheeks and then spread them as he bent to push his face in between. Owen gasped as the man's tongue found the boy's hole and popped inside.
"Fuck me, Sir!"
John smiled and spat on the boy's hole several times while stroking his cock. He felt the precum dripping over his hand and he collected it and rubbed it over the tip as he stood up. He pointed his cock at Owen's ass and pushed forward, watching as his dick slid between the boy's cheeks. As he entered, Owen tensed up and cried out.
"Fuck, I forgot how huge you are!"
"I think you said that last time," John replied with a laugh. "Do you need me to stop?"
"No, I am good," Owen replied with a groan.
"Are you sure, boy?" John asked as he backed out some. "We can go slower."
"Put it in me, Sir," Owen replied. "I need it now. Fuck me. Fuck me, please!"
John grinned and pushed forward as the boy continued to groan. He felt the tightness of Owen's ass and as his shaft split it wide, he gripped the boy's waist and tried to go in with a smooth movement. He did not want to hurt him, but it felt so fucking good. The warmth around his shaft made his cock pulse and he felt the precum adding some lube inside. Owen let out a grunt when John's crotch hit the boy's ass.
"Ready, boy?" John asked.
"Yes, Sir!" Owen replied.
John pulled out and began to thrust. Owen twisted his body at first but soon was grunting in pleasure as the thick dick penetrated him. Sweat was building on John's chest as it heaved back and forth. The room was stuffy and hot and he brought his hand up to wipe his brow as he pounded.
"Fuck, you feel good. That ass was made for breeding."
"Yes, Sir," Owen replied. "It needed your big dom cock, bad."
"You got that right, boy," John replied as he leaned back and fucked harder.
The smack of his groin against Owen's ass echoed in the room, as did the sliding sound produced by the spit and precum that collected in the boy's hole. John knew he would not last long as his balls flew back and forth. He had been too turned on.
"You ready for my load, boy?" John asked after several minutes.
"Yes, Sir!" Owen groaned. "Breed me with your alpha seed, Sir!"
"Here it comes, boy!" John growled.
The orgasm was intense. John felt the tightness in his body and the explosion in his mind as his cock erupted inside the boy, coating his insides. His cock continued to pulse as he pushed deep and Owen groaned below him. John took a deep breath and let it out. The sweat dripped down his chest and fell onto the boy's back. He lifted his head and let out a long, deep growl that surely was heard downstairs.
"Fuck!" Owen replied as he felt the cock pulsing inside him. "You are still cumming!"
"Fuck yeah, boy!" John replied with a smile as he looked down and held Owen's ass on him.
When his cock finished draining, he let it slip from the boy's hole. Cum spurted out and dripped down Owen's ass as the boy gasped, feeling the emptiness left behind. His legs buckled and his ass dropped slightly as John stood back and admired the result.
"Thank you so much," Owen replied as he gasped for air. "I needed that badly."
"Oh, we aren't done, boy," John replied.
As he reached down to grab Owen's waist, he pulled until the boy's cock fell below him. He reached around and grabbed it and stroked it as he pushed his finger in Owen's dripping hole. As it entered, the boy let his head fall into the cushions and he moaned. When John found Owen's prostate and rubbed it, the boy's legs shuttered and a squeal came from the couch.
"Oh, Sir!"
"Just relax, boy," John said with a grin. "You are in my hands now."
Fluids dripped from the tip as he stroked the boy's cock and massaged his prostate. Owen's ass squeezed around John's finger as he worked it and cum dribbled out the edges. John felt the boy's shaft pulse a few times as he milked it downwards towards the floor.
"Oh fuck!" Owen shouted.
"Close, boy?" John asked.
"Yes, Sir!" Owen replied. "May I cum, Sir?"
"You may, boy," John said. "You pleasured me well."
"Fuck!" Owen screamed as John felt the cock in his hands start to pulse.
The boy's prostate moved as cum flew on the floor below. The boy's balls were jumping as his load emptied and Owen forgot to breathe. The headrush was so great he nearly passed out.
"Fucking hell!" Owen groaned.
"That is quite a load!" John replied as he continued to stroke the boy and rub his prostate.
Three shots of cum hit the hard floor, followed by several drops after, making an audible plopping sound each time. When the orgasm had ended, John pulled his finger from the boy's used hole and let go of his cock. Owen let his legs slide apart before he caught himself and dragged his body to a standing position. He turned to look at John and smiled.
"Thank you, Sir," Owen said out of breath.
John grinned and rubbed his wet chest.
"Thank you, boy."
"I want to do that again sometime," Owen said as he rubbed his cock and brought the remnants of his load to his mouth.
"Sure," John replied. "But maybe next time, you can put off cumming for a while. That way, you are nice and horny to serve me."
"Anything you say, Sir!" Owen said with a smile. "In the meantime, can I buy the next round?"
"That sounds good, boy," John replied.
Owen smiled, put his clothes on, and left the room as John picked his pants off the floor. As he slid his legs in them and his feet back into his shoes, he took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. Ever since Luke had found a local man to take him in, Tony had been looking for a recruit to train. John had a feeling that Owen might be a good pick, but he needed to tread carefully. He had gained the boy's trust back, but more work would be required before he could take the next step and introduce him to his friend and mentor.
As John walked down the steps to the main floor, he saw Owen smiling at him and holding out a bottle of beer.
"Here you go, Sir."
"Thanks, boy," John replied as he rubbed Owen's head. "I hope we are back on good terms now."
"Absolutely," Owen replied. "That was a mind-blowing orgasm. I can't wait to get the opportunity to earn another one like that. Do you want to meet my friends?"
"Sure, boy," John replied. "Lead the way."
As Owen walked in front, John could see the wet spot that had formed in the back of his jeans. He had flooded the boy for sure and it made him laugh.
"Yeah, I think you will make a good candidate."
"What's that, Sir?" Owen asked as he turned to John.
"Ask me later, boy," John replied. "Ask me later."