Bear Hunt 2: Preyed Upon No More
by Hairy1
(This is a work of fiction, and no real persons or events are depicted. Safe sex practices are not depicted; but in real life, get tested and always play safe. Some depictions in the story may be uncomfortable, it hopefully serves as a reminder to readers that life is not always safe and caution is necessary around strangers. This is a follow up to the story "Bear Hunt". It might help in understanding the characters and situation to read that first. However, that is not necessary as this is a standalone story. If you have comments, please contact the author at ursuspilosus@yahoo.com)
A soft light filters through the drawn blinds as dawn approaches, the morning songs of birds replacing the sounds of crickets and frogs. Brad drifts in a pleasant half sleep, feeling comfortable and secure, not yet ready to fully awaken and begin his day, his chubby thirty something body covered only by a sheet as he lies on his side. He opens an eye slightly to peer at the clock, his light beard rubbing across the pillow case, his arm lying on top of the sheet ready to hit the snooze button when the alarm goes off. Brad is what some might call a cub, with light brown hair across his chest and forearms, a treasure trail leading down his sparsely furred stomach and light downy fur on his ample behind.
Before the alarm can sound, a shadow crosses the dim light as Robert walks in. He is wide at the shoulders, a big man, well over six and a half feet. His stern looking face features a short dark beard, buzz cut hair, and gray eyes. Clad only in a towel wrapped around his waist, it is obvious he is much hairier than Brad, and very muscular. A musky masculine odor accompanies him into the room, his sweat covered body making it obvious he has been busy with his morning workout.
"Still in bed, Cub? I thought ya were gettin' up half an hour ago."
"Mmmmm, too warm and cozy here."
"Looks like the only exercise ya got was rollin' over to my side of the bed."
"Uh huh. Smells good over here" mumbles Brad as he buries his face in the pillow.
"Ya complain about your padding, but ya won't do anything about it" Robert says, a slight smile on his face as he looks down at the man he shares a bed with.
"I do so."
"Oh yeah, one morning a week at most."
"You work me out plenty in the bed most night, you big horny bear."
"Heh, I do like exercisin' that way with ya, Bradley. And to be honest, I kinda like the way ya are."
"Just as I am is snug and toasty. I don't have to get up for fifteen minutes, why don't you go shower."
"Damn, I got myself a sassy cub."
Brad peeks out from under the pillow in order to stick his tongue out at Robert, just to have the pillow ripped away and tossed to the floor while Robert's other hand grabs the back of his head. Taking a quick step forward as Brad opens his mouth to protest; Robert drops his towel and quickly shoves his semi-erect cock between Brad's lips. With a thrust of his hips and pull with his hand, he forces his rapidly hardening member fully into Brad's mouth. Brad feels his nose rubbing in Robert's pubic hair, and finds the scent intoxicating. He reaches out an arm as if to push Robert away, but he knows how futile that would be, and instead wraps it around Robert's waist to give himself something to hang on to.
"Ain't gonna sass Daddy any more with your mouth full, are ya, boy?"
Unable to move his head and speak, all Brad can do is mumble and run his tongue over the engorged cock in his mouth.
"Oh yeah, that's it Bradley," Robert growls as he slowly moves his hips back and forth, "I'll feed ya something to get your morning going."
Robert continues to hold Brad's head in place as he methodically fucks his mouth, taking his time as he feels Brad more eagerly begin to suckle on him. Brad's free hand grips at Robert's ass, working to hold him and make each thrust an effort. Robert reaches down and throws the sheet back, fully revealing Brad's body. He runs a hand appreciatively over Brad's back and chest, tweaking a nipple, gazing at Brad's morning wood.
"Damnit Bradley, you're beautiful, stay just the way you are" he whispers, not even knowing he does so, as his thrusts become harder and faster, then more frantic as need drives him, saliva and precum spilling out the sides of Brad's mouth.
Finally, he bellows out, just as the alarm sounds, and his seed spurts down Brad's throat. Brad struggles to swallow it all, his position on his side and the cock buried down his throat making it more difficult. As the orgasm finishes, Robert holds him in place to keep licking and swallowing. With a final shudder, Robert looks down at Brad as he reaches back to shut of the alarm.
"Well, Cub, now that I fed ya breakfast, I guess we got time for ya to shower with me before ya go to work."
With that, Robert pulls his hips back and bends, at the same time using the hand behind Brad's head to raise and cradle it, and he kisses Brad fully and deeply, tasting himself and tasting the man he shares his life with.
"Now come on, cub of mine, out of bed with ya" and smoothly he slips a hand around Brad's back and both effortlessly and gently lifts Brad's torso, turning him so his feet end up on the floor. Straightening himself, he easily brings Brad to a standing position, his arms around him, and holds him tight for a brief moment.
Breaking the hug, Robert leads Brad into the master bath, turning on a hot shower as they both take care of necessities. The shower stall is built for two or more, with multiple shower heads and plenty of space. Opening the glass shower door, Robert draws Brad in with him, steam cascading into the rest of the room.
"Ok, Bradley, get to it. Wash your Daddy Bear up good and clean."
With a big smile, Brad reaches for the soap, and as the hot water streams over both of them, lathers the muscular body from head to foot, missing nothing, running both hands over the slick wet fur. He moves around Robert, and washes his back as well, massaging softly, rubbing his own body against him as he does so.
"Heh, Cub, ya enjoy this task, huh? Feels dang good, your doin' a fine job."
Brad hugs Robert from behind, holding tight. "If this is a task, give me more chores."
With that, Robert reaches over and turns the water off.
"Ya want more work, do ya Cub. Well, we can take care of that. Get that hot body of yours all lathered up and clean now."
"But, you turned off the water ..."
"Bradley, I think I know that. Now use that soap" says Robert, turning in Brad's arms and stepping back out of the hug.
Slowly, unsure, Brad begins to soap up his chest, then arms, his still wet body and hair combining to allow a nice lather to form. Robert reaches over and lifts Brad's arm.
"Don't forget the pits, Cub. C'mon, I know ya know better."
Under Robert's steady gaze, Brad soaps first one arm pit, then the other. He lathers his neck and sides, and begins to relax. He turns and bends, soaping his legs, then feels a light slap on his ass.
"Now that is a sight, Cub. Get everything."
Brad reaches around and soaps his ass cheeks and then runs soap up and down his crack, almost feeling the longing he is inspiring, putting on a show now, becoming more and more excited himself. He straightens, turning again, and reaching between his legs, lathers up his balls, then begins to stroke his hard cock with the bar of soap still in his hand. His eyes close as the sensations become more intense. Then he feels a hand on his, and the soap is removed. He opens his eyes, starting to feel frustrated, but feels Robert's arms encircle him. He is pulled close, his soapy lathered body pressed into Robert's wet furry body, his cock pressed up between their bellies.
"Ah, Bradley, that's my good cub" Robert murmurs before locking their lips together. Robert has one arm around Brad's back now, holding him up, while the other rests on Brad's ass. It is with that hand that Robert starts to slowly move Brad's body, causing them to rub together, Brad's engorged cock sliding in the lather between them, warm and wet.
Soon, Brad is thrusting his hips, frottaging against Robert. As he does so, their bodies slippery, his nipples rub against Robert's nipples and in his chest hair. He wants to gasp in pleasure, but Robert keeps the kiss going passionately, tongues moving from one mouth to the other. Brad's arms wrap around Robert's waist, and he lets his hands move up and down Robert's back.
Knowing Robert has him, is holding him secure and safe, Brad thrusts harder and faster, and loses himself in pleasure. Shuddering, his cum spurts forth, again and again, filling the space between their stomachs, mixing with the soapy lather. He pulls his head back slightly, breaking the kiss and nipping at Robert's lower lip, only to lick it and thrust his tongue back into Robert's mouth. Finally spent, he breaks the kiss again, and lowers his face to Robert's shoulder, panting.
Robert holds him, letting his breathing settle, letting him relax. As Brad slowly opens his eyes, Robert removes the hand from his ass and reaches over to turn the water back on. It streams over them, still hot, slowly washing the lather off. With an arm still around Brad's shoulders to keep him steady, Robert takes a small step back so that the water flows between them, and takes a hand and caresses both stomachs at the same time, mixing the cum and lather, cleaning them. He lets his hand move down and gently does the same for Brad's cock, eliciting a gasp as his hand contacts the sensitive organ.
"Cub, ya have to finish gettin' clean. Daddy's not gonna hurt ya."
"Oh, Robert, I know you wouldn't. Thank you" says Brad with a sigh.
Finishing his cleaning, Robert looks Brad directly in the eyes. "You are welcome, Bradley. And thank you." Before Brad can respond, Robert kisses him again, then turns the water back off.
"Ok, time to dry off. Or do ya want to be late for work yet again?"
After a nice slow mutual towel down, the two men return to the bedroom, digging through drawers and the closet for the day's clothing. Talking as they dress, Robert reminds Brad he is going out of town on business (he is a security consultant). He will be driving the truck, not flying, and won't be back until Sunday.
"Bradley, I really wish this could have been a few short flying trips instead, but it just doesn't make sense this time, as everything is within a few hundred miles. It is just one big multi-State loop."
"Robert, I understand. Don't worry; it isn't like I wasn't living alone a year ago anyway. I can handle it."
"You sure you know all of the security systems? Remember ..."
"Robert, we have gone over them six times just this weekend. I understand them."
"Bradley, I know you understand them, but I want to be sure."
"You can be sure. I know them."
"Well, I will call first thing when I wake up, keep your cell phone on your night stand."
"Robert, I can wake up by myself, and you wake up earlier than me."
"And I'll call at lunch, either your work line or the cell. You call me when you get home from work, I don't want you on the cell phone while you are driving."
"Ok, fine, that will leave the phone free for me do some texting with while I drive."
Robert shoots Brad a serious look. "I better not catch you texting and driving!"
Brad laughs. "You are just too easy to goad sometimes, you big old bear."
"Yeah, yur just so funny, Cub, I fergot ta laugh" Robert says with a loud snort. "Now then, I'll call you right before bed. When I am turning in, not this late night playing computer games or whatever time."
"I think we can plan a little less, Robert. Just call when you can."
Brad thinks back to when they had first had moved in together, how when Robert would travel for business, he would ask Brad to go back and stay in his old apartment as the lease hadn't run out. After the third time, they had gotten into a huge fight over that.
"If you don't trust me while you're gone, this isn't where I live" Brad had snapped at a surprised Robert. "Don't get me wrong, the sex is great, I'll come over when you want to bang me, just call!"
When Robert finally got over his shock, he had explained that it wasn't an issue of him trusting Brad, but that he was concerned that in his line of business that when he was away someone might break in. He further explained that he wanted Brad safe and he couldn't protect him when he wasn't there. At this, Brad's anger had faded, and he had melted into Robert's arms. It may have been the first time he fully realized that his relationship with Robert was more than just as a dominant/submissive pairing, and the true depth of Robert's feelings. So when the apartment lease had finally ended, he gave it up, and made this his permanent home. The first time Robert had traveled and Brad had to stay at house alone, there were no issues, though Robert called a lot. Most trips since have been flights for just a day or two, or else driving trips that were a single day. This was first trip lasting from Monday to Sunday.
"Whatcha daydreamin' about Cub?" asks Robert, placing a hand gently on Brad's shoulder.
"Just how much I'll miss you while you are gone."
"Awww, I'll miss you too, Bradley. I truly will."
"I don't know, it is going to be a lot of work to satisfy that sex drive of yours without me around" says Brad, unable to keep from poking at Robert, earning himself a fast swat to the rear.
"Now, Bradley, you know I am not gonna be out huntin' for cubs to play with!" growls Robert.
"You're not? What, is it bear season?" Brad asks, attempting to look wide eyed and innocent.
"Bradley, I am doing nothing of the sort. And you can just stop naming any other type of guy, before you go too far."
Brad leans over and hugs Robert. "I know, Robert, I know. Do try and have some fun, though."
"I will Bradley. Erik mentioned a shooting range we might head to after work on Wednesday, over on the base. The MPs use it, but he thinks he can get me a pass and we can play with the all sorts of handguns and automatics. And Friday I have to go out with all the agents there, dinner and midnight paintball. Reminds me, I gotta be sure I got all my camo."
Brad smiles. "Then Wednesday and Friday, don't worry about calling me early at bed time. Just keep it fluid."
Robert leans in for a kiss. "Ok, Bradley, we'll keep it fluid. You have some fun too."
All too soon, Brad heads to his car and off to work, another day in the office and the world of marketing. Robert finishes loading the truck, and heads off, after one last walk around of the large forested property they live on and check of all the security systems.
The beginning of the week passes relatively uneventfully. Work for Brad is as usual, the creative flow interrupted by changed deadlines on Wednesday causing him to work a bit late. He heads home with the busy city traffic, as always a wave of relief washing over him once he hits the country portion of his commute. Between the scenery and lack of traffic, the additional miles go by quickly, making the relative isolation more than worth it.
Happily singing along to the new song he is streaming to the car speakers from his smart phone, Brad pulls off the road and up to the gate at the beginning of their driveway, where he triggers the electronic opener, punching in the code. He is so absorbed in thinking how much more pleasant this is than his apartment that he neglects to close the gate and re-trigger the alarm system. Pulling up the long secluded drive, he starts to belt out the tune, the additional privacy allowing him the freedom to really get into the music. He pulls into the garage, deciding to finish the song before getting out. But as he reaches the big finale, the music is interrupted as the phone rings. It is the special tone he has for Robert. He touches the pick-up button, expecting a friendly hello.
"Bradley, what is going on? Are you ok?"
"Uh, hi Robert. Yes, I'm fine. Why?"
"What's going on? What triggered the alarm? Are you sure you're alright?
"The alarm?" Looking up, Brad notices the flashing red light on the security panel, and then on his electronic opener for the gate. "Oh, geez, hold on." He quickly punches in his override code which also shuts the gate remotely, and both red lights turn off.
"Ok, Bradley, the alarm is off. What is up?" Brad can hear the deep growl building in Robert's chest even over the phone line.
"Oh, nothing much is up. Just a long day at work and all ..."
"Bradley, why did the alarm sound?"
"Robert, don't worry, it's nothing."
"I'm waiting, and not very patiently. Spill it."
"Ok, ok. I forgot to reset the alarm after I pulled in the gate, and then hadn't gotten out of the car yet as I was enjoying some music. Is that a crime?"
He hears a deep sigh. "As long as you are fine, that is all that is important. But I know that you know how the system works. Just pay attention."
"Yes, sir, my big handsome worry wort. I'm fine, and I'll pay more attention."
The conversation goes on for a while, Brad switching from the Bluetooth in his car to his earpiece and wandering into the house. They discuss their afternoons, what they plan to do that evening, a lot of small inconsequential things that make up a big picture of being involved and interested in each other.
"Well, Bradley, I should let you go. Erik is meeting me in the lobby in a few minutes; we are headed to the firing range and then dinner."
"Ok, Robert, I am going to heat up my dinner and then go work out."
"Work out? My cub is going to work out?"
"Ha, yeah, all the effort of pushing buttons on the TV remote. Though, I might actually take a walk first."
"Good plan Bradley. Relax and enjoy yourself, it was busy day. I'll talk to ya later."
"Talk to you later, Robert. I love you."
"Back atcha, boy."
The rest of the evening passes by quietly and peacefully. Brad takes a nice slow walk along the wooded pathways on the property before heading back to dinner. Earlier in the week, he had spent some time in the forest shifting rocks and dead fall to help with some pre-planned ambush spots for the next time he and Robert played "hide and seek", and he felt if he did more that it would be too noticeable. After a light meal, he spends some time practicing the tai chi that Robert has been trying to teach him. As much as he joked about his lack of working out, he found that the tai chi not only helped to tone his muscles and hone his balance, but also relaxed him and left him feeling sharper mentally. Finally, he sat down to a good book and a glass of Chardonnay. Thoroughly engrossed, he didn't realize as Robert's usual calling time slipped by. Almost an hour later, his phone rang with Robert's distinctive ring tone.
"Hello Cub. Sorry to call so late. I just got back to the hotel. Hope I didn't worry ya."
"I wasn't worried in the least, Robert. I know you can take care of yourself."
"Well, when I say I'm calling at a certain time, I intend to do that."
"And we agreed that you were going out tonight, so keep it fluid, remember?"
"Still, I coulda excused myself and called, but then I would have had to leave the firing range, and that didn't seem right after the trouble Erik went to."
"No problem Robert. I was just sitting reading. Did you have fun?"
"Yeah, but I wish you were here, Cub."
"Oh, horny are you?"
"Always for you." Robert replies with a snort. "But I didn't mean that. Just after the alarm this afternoon, I miss ya even more."
"Or, you just really want to keep a closer eye on me."
"Heh, that too. Bradley, I just want ya safe. You know that."
"I know, Robert, but it's nice to hear you say it. Everything is ok here, I'm safe and sound."
By Friday morning, Brad finds himself a bit lonely. This surprises him, as it wasn't all that long ago that he lived alone, and he has far more to keep him occupied at the house than he did at the apartment. It occurs to him that his friends have been asking him to go out to the clubs with them for a while, something he hasn't done since he has moved in with Robert. He decides to go for a bit, to hang out and dance. He knows Robert won't mind, as he has been encouraging him to keep up with his friends; Brad has just had no desire to go bar hopping when he can come home to his man instead. He can picture Robert tell him sternly that he may only have a drink or two at most, as he will have to drive himself home. He calls his buddy Lee to see what everyone is planning. It is decided that he will just stay in the city and freshen up in the office's private dressing room and shower after working a bit late, join Lee and a large group for dinner, and then they will hit the bars at 9 or so when the action picks up. He calls Robert and lets him know he is planning to go out to dinner and see some friends, but won't be out too late. He does indeed get that lecture he had visualized, before being told to behave while he has fun.
Dinner out is very pleasant, they choose a casual neighborhood place that is reasonably priced and allows them to talk and joke as much as they please. It is good to see his friends, and to meet some new guys as well. As a whole, they would be called cubs, with none of them dominant or aggressive, and Brad finds himself playing a much less passive role than he ever had in the past, determining what appetizers to order when no one can decide, telling a couple guys to behave when they get into a silly argument. He doesn't realize this until it has become time to leave, and the others look to him to choose what bar to go to first.
"I don't know guys, I haven't been out for a while and don't know what is hot right now. You pick."
"C'mon Brad, please. Everything is about the same."
Instead of letting the discussion spin in circles, Brad thinks a moment and decides that he has always liked the music and atmosphere at Grind, and so they head there, everyone happy.
Grind was exactly as Brad had remembered, crowded on a Friday night with a variety of types of guys, playing loud music with a roomy dance floor, and no smoke in the air. They managed to find a small table to crowd around, and Brad sprang for the first round of drinks, choosing diet coke for himself as he had indulged in a couple of rum and cokes at dinner. After those arrive, the group split, some dancing, some holding the table, others mingling and flirting.
Brad found that he seemed to be getting more attention than he used to, and casually flirted with several men, having his ass groped by a few and dancing with some. He greatly enjoyed it, but found himself realizing that while the attention was nice and the guys were hot and friendly, he wasn't in the least interested in considering anything more, and had to turn several offers down gently. A couple of his friends did indeed find men they were interested in and bid an early good night to the group.
He worked up a bit of a sweat with his dance moves, though he was too shy to remove his shirt as several guys suggested, and ended up guzzling down his diet coke and then a second. After another round on the dance floor, he found he had to excuse himself to hit the restroom between all the fluids and the shaking of his behind.
Brad sighed heavily at the urinal, relieving himself in a strong stream. He heard the door to the restroom open and someone walk up next to him. By the uneven sounds of the footsteps, it is obvious this guy has had a bit much to drink. In his peripheral vision, Brad sees a taller, lanky man with greasy blonde hair. He is clean shaven and has a scar running down his cheek. His clothing is frayed and looks none too clean. His sleeveless flannel shirt reveals several tattoos on his upper arms along with more scars. As there are intentionally no dividers between the urinals at Grind, he also sees a long thick cock pulled out of the man's jeans, before the sound of another heavy stream of piss joins his.
"Bet ya'd rather be suckin' this monster instead of just lookin' at it, boy" says the man with a noticeable slur.
"No, really, that's ok" replies Brad, giving himself a couple shakes before repositioning and zipping himself up.
"Yeah, hide that little stuff back up, ya got a real man's cock ta play with now" the guy says as he turns toward Brad, his stream tapering off as he starts to stiffen.
"Thanks but no thanks."
"If ya don't wanna suck it, maybe ya want ta go over ta the stall and have me shove it up yur ass. Is that it, ya chubby whore?"
"Look, I told you no, and I mean no."
The man reaches out to grab Brad's arm, but Brad sees it coming and takes a step back. Feeling the situation starting to spin out of control, Brad manages to quickly move around the man to the door and leave the restroom. Walking towards his friends, he shudders and realized how badly the man had given him the creeps.
"Hey Brad, no action in the bathroom, huh? You ready for another round?"
"Nope, none. As a matter of fact, seeing as we are all empty, why don't we move across the street to Keys? I could use a break from dancing and just sit at the piano bar."
Several of Brad's friends agree, but some want to stay at Grind as they are eying certain guys, and so the two groups part with hugs and promises to get together soon. Brad and three others exit Grind and cross the busy street, lost in conversation.
Keys is almost as busy as Grind, but more subdued. The piano bar has room in a booth for them, and the singing is very pleasant. Instead of wild dancing, the dance floor is full of slow close movement. Lee convinces Brad to have one more drink, and he consents to a sweet fruity concoction with umbrellas that he knows Robert would roll his eyes over, enjoying it immensely. Soon he discovers that he is singing along with the piano man rather more loudly than he thought, much to the amusement of his table mates, and switches over to espresso. They spend an hour or so alternately listening to the music, dancing as friends, and in light conversation. As the others begin to mingle more, Brad decides it is time for him to head home. Again hugs and promises to do this again are exchanged. The hugs are very pleasant, not sexual but friendly, warm and comfortable.
Brad walks out into the cool night air, finding it refreshing, ready for the walk of a couple blocks to get back to his car. As he starts to move down the street, he doesn't look into the adjacent alley, doesn't see the shadowy figure begin to detach itself from the wall where it has been leaning.
"Hey, Brad, wait up" he hears Lee shout from Keys' entrance.
Turning, he sees Lee and an older guy with a salt and pepper goatee hurrying towards him.
"Brad, do you remember Gary? He was the pool party last summer, I know you met."
"Hi Gary. I do remember you now. It's nice to see you."
"You too Brad. Hope all's well."
With a big smile, Lee mentions that Gary had spotted him just as Brad had gotten up, and invited Lee to come back to his place for a night cap instead of staying at the bar. "You want to come, Brad?"
"No, I've had enough. And I figure you two want to be alone anyway."
"That's true. We can all walk together to the cars though. I'm parked in the same lot as you."
The walk passes even more pleasantly with company, and the three stand talking for several minutes at the parking lot before going their separate ways.
Before setting off, he sends Robert a quick text letting him know he is headed for home, feeling that if midnight paintball is still going on a phone call might be distracting. The car ride is uneventful, though seeing multiple flashing lights as other cars are pulled over makes Brad glad that he was careful with his drinking. Not that long ago, when home was just a cab ride away, he would have drank himself silly. He realized that he had actually had more fun with his friends this way, was more relaxed and remembered the evening. It helped that he was with actual friends who hadn't been pressuring him about finding a guy for the evening, but who had asked with much curiosity about Robert and their life together and been happy for him. Traffic lightens as he leaves the city, though there is still an occasional police cruiser off to the side of the road, and then for a long while there isn't another car in sight except for one in the distance behind him. After all the noise and lights of the evening, he drives without music with the window down, enjoying the fresh air and quiet.
Pulling up to the gated drive, he punches in his code and slowly pulls through, carefully resetting the gate once he has pulled through, remembering his forgetfulness of the other day.
"Robert would never let me live it down if I forgot again, especially after going out."
He pulls into the garage and gets out of the car. The entire security panel shows a steady green, and he kicks off his shoes heading into the house. He checks his phone to see that Robert has responded to his text, confirming that he is playing paintball but almost done, and to drive safely, he'll call later. Setting the phone on the kitchen counter, he reaches up to grab a glass to fill with cold water. Just then, he hears a sharp beeping noise, and glancing over, sees that the security panel is now blinking red, signaling an alert at the driveway gate. Walking over, he quickly types in the override code, figuring he must have miskeyed something earlier, but to no avail.
"Oh damn, I was so smug, I must have drank more than I thought and bumped the gate or something. I better go see what I did now."
So, shoes off, he hurries out of the house and down the long drive towards the gate, trees and darkness on either side as he gets further from the house.
A bit winded, he nears the gate, and just as it registers on him that the chain link has been cut and pried open, a shape leaps from the brush to his left and shoves him to the side. Before he can regain his balance, a fist punches him hard in the shoulder, spinning him, then with an uppercut another hits him square in the face, knocking him flat on his back.
Struggling to catch his breath, blood flowing freely from his nose, Brad blinks, trying to clear his head, and sees the man from the restroom at Grind standing over him, a wicked grin on his face.
"Not so fulla yurself now, are ya, slut? What, I wasn't good enuff fer ya?"
"Huh? What ..."
"Fuck, ya don't need to use that purty mouth to talk with. Clint's got what we need ta fill that there mouth with" says the man as he reaches to unzip his pants.
"No!"
"Yeah, that's yur problem, ya think if ya talk ya have the right ta say no. Well, let me tell ya now, slut, bottom boy whores like ya don't ever tell a real man like me no. That just ain't right. Yur gonna pay fer makin' me wait, slut, we're gonna tear that ass o' yurs wide open after whippin' it raw."
The Brad of just a year ago would have cringed and panicked. His mind would have raced with worst case scenarios and he would have been paralyzed with fear.
Clint slowly and purposefully approaches the prone Brad, a sneer on his face, the ruthless predator stalking his prey, knowing what he wants is within easy reach.
Without thinking, lying on his back on ground, Brad shifts from his back to his right side and sweeps out with his left foot, catching his assailant behind the right ankle and causing him to fall backwards. Brad continues the roll and somehow ends up on his feet.
Clint also rises and now lunges forward, even more enraged, his face red with anger. Brad swings his right fist low and hard, which combines with the Clint's forward momentum, the additional force jolting Brad's arm as he connects, turning him sideways. He strikes Clint right in the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him.
As Clint is bent over gasping, Brad clasps his hands together, quickly raises them over his head and then brings them down hard on his opponent's back, driving him to the ground. Brad quickly places a foot on the back of the guy's neck, pressing and holding him down, making it harder for him to regain his breath.
Breathing hard, tasting his own blood which still runs freely down his face, Brad finally has time to think again, the events of the last few moments finally catching up with him. But before he can even begin to ponder what to do next, flashing red and blue lights approach rapidly, and a police cruiser crunches to a rapid halt right outside the gate.
"No one move!" declares a loud deep voice as the car doors swing open, and two officers emerge, one with his gun drawn, the other swinging the spot light mounted on the outside of the car over onto the two men.
Brad slowly raises his hands in the air, panting, noticing a second squad car several hundred feet down the road near a dark old car. Still covered by the gun, Brad watches as the one officer walks over and punches a code into the gate keypad, causing the fence to open partway before jamming.
The officers approach slowly, stating "This is the police. No one move."
This has given Clint enough time to partially regain his breath, and he struggles to roll, but Brad just presses down harder with his foot, pressing Clint's face into the gravel, those extra pounds serving a good purpose now.
"Officers, this man broke in, I live here, let me go to the house, I can prove it."
The older officer, a large bearded man, obviously in charge, responds. "No need for that. You must be Bradley. You look just like the pictures Robert brought in when he notified us that you were co-owner of the place and to update our security protocols."
"Sir, he did what?"
"No need to call me sir, I'm Sergeant Jones. And yes, Robert came in a while back and informed us you had full rights in case the alarm went off and alerted us. As a matter of fact, he told us exactly how pissed he'd be if the alarm sounded and we didn't get our tails down here within 5 minutes to make sure you were ok. Johnson, cuff the guy on the ground."
As Officer Johnson steps forward, placing a knee on Clint's back and grabbing his arms to place handcuffs on him, Brad takes a step back.
"Now officers, we was just havin' some fun. The fat boy here done invited me over. Ain't that so, boy" slurs Clint, spitting gravel from his mouth.
Just then, Sergeant Jones' phone beeps, and another officer's voice sounds over the speaker.
"Sarge, the car back here matches the description of one that we were to watch for, registered to one Clinton Gorsky, who jumped bond and is wanted for assault and armed robbery. He lists as armed and dangerous."
"Well, now, Mr. Gorsky, I assume, seems to me we have some talking to do. Those cutters right outside the gate don't lead me to think you really had an invitation." Sergeant Jones says as he holsters his gun.
"Sergeant, he was certainly not invited. I'll be happy to make a statement."
"Thank you Bradley. It would certainly help, even though the warrant already out for him is enough. You don't have to press charges."
"I think I do. Someone like this needs to be locked up. I won't back away just to make it easier for myself, that would just lead to someone else getting hurt."
Sergeant Jones hands Brad a handkerchief to wipe his bloody face. "Thank you, son, I can see why Robert is so taken with you."
After Clint is dragged off, putting up a fight all the way to the second squad car, Brad spends the next hour telling his complete story to Sergeant Jones while Officer Johnson takes notes. He even insists on a breathalyzer test after admitting to his few drinks earlier, the results of which come out well under the legal limit. He wants there to be no question that he is clear on all the facts. He tells them that he will make sure that they are supplied with the raw data from the security cameras, which will support the charges of trespass and assault.
Finally, Sergeant Jones stands up and offers his large beefy hand.
"Thank you Bradley, you have been very helpful I'm sorry we had to meet like this, and am glad you are alright. We will be in contact if we need anything."
"Thank you, Sergeant" Brad says, taking the offered hand.
"Son, you are shaking all over, and it is still a warm night. I think the shock of this all is hitting you. Will you be ok alone?"
"Sure, I'll be fine, it was just all so fast, and telling it, I keep thinking what if..."
Jones throws a friendly arm around Brad's shoulders. "Son, look at me. Off the record now, I'm going to tell you exactly what Robert would. Stop thinking about what ifs, you can't change the past. And what happened, you did exactly the right thing. You acted quickly and decisively and took yourself out of danger. Each case is different, it might not always be right to fight back, but you did well."
"But what if I wasn't good enough..."
"The point is, you were. You kept your head about you and handled the situation. I didn't mention it before, but Gorsky also had a switchblade on him, I don't doubt he planned to use it."
"A knife?"
"Yes, son, a knife. Things would have gone from bad to worse if you hadn't acted."
"But..."
"No buts about it, you did good, Bradley, and you should be proud of yourself. Now go clean up and get some rest. Call if you need anything."
And with that, the Sergeant and Officer Johnson walk to their squad car and head back to the station.
Brad finally heads back into the house, entering the kitchen. He sees the blinking indicator on his cell phone, which he had left on the counter, and that there were six missed calls from Robert. He quickly hits the call back button, but goes straight into Robert's voice mail.
"Hi Robert, I know it is really late, hopefully you turned in already, sorry about the alarm sounding, I'll tell you about it tomorrow, everything is ok here though. Love you, see you soon."
Brad has worked his way to the bedroom as he leaves the message, and hanging up, he places the phone in the charging stand.
"Damn, this shirt is covered with blood and ruined. So much for it" he thinks to himself as he quickly strips and just tosses his clothes to the bedroom floor. Entering the bathroom, he turns the hot water on in the shower, quickly brushes his teeth then steps under the steaming streams of water, letting it run over him, washing the dirty feeling away. Eventually, the heat seeps into his muscles, relaxing him, and his shuddering stops. The more he relaxes, the more tired he becomes, and by the time he has toweled off, he can barely keep his eyes open. He stumbles to the bed, not even thinking as he climbs in and grabs Roberts's pillow, hugging it to himself as he falls into a deep dreamless sleep.
Brad groggily awakens about 5 hours later to the sound of the kitchen door bursting open and a loud bellow.
"BRADLEY! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? BRADLEY!"
Blinking his eyes, slowly starting to sit up, he sees Robert striding purposefully into the bedroom, his face unreadable until he looks down and sees the bloodied shirt. Robert bends quickly and picks it up.
"Shit. What the hell happened? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Robert, really. Don't be upset."
"Upset? I just drove over 400 miles in less than 5 hours because I didn't know what happened. You think this is upset? Damnit I knew I shouldn't leave you!"
"But you have work lined up for today."
"Fuck that. You think that matters when I couldn't reach you? I finally got hold of the police after they dragged the guy in, and Wesson told me you were pretty bloodied up, but he didn't know more."
"I tried to call."
"Yeah, when I was talking to Jonesy - he called from the cruiser to tell me you were ok. Then when I tried to call you back, no answer."
"Oh, I got in the shower, it must have been then. I didn't hear it."
"Yeah, fine, and you didn't think I'd want to know? You think I wouldn't care?"
Brad can see Robert getting more and more flustered, angrier looking.
"Robert, calm down, I'm sorry."
"Sorry? This isn't about being sorry! You think I'm some uncaring monster that's just here for the sex?"
"Robert, please, I didn't mean to ..."
Before Brad can say another word, Robert takes the last couple of steps towards the bed rapidly, and reaches out, his face still an unreadable mass of emotions. He slides a hand under Brad's ass and the other behind his shoulder, and with a single tug pulls both the sheet and the stocky Brad up off the bed. Brad finds himself held up like a child, his face pressed to Robert's chest, Robert's face buried on the top of his head.
There is silence for several long moments, a quiet togetherness, no need for words yet a need to figure out what to say.
Ever so slowly, Brad's arms wrap around Robert's upper torso, clinging to him, holding him tight. He starts to shake again, memories from the night befoer flooding back, and worries about the aftermath.
"Robert,please, if you'd still want to, fuck me. Please."
"Bradley, I'll always want you. But maybe it is too soon, you're shaking."
A single tear slides down Brad's cheek. Of course Robert wouldn't want him after he had been touched by Clint.
"I, I understand."
Gazing down, seeing the tear, Robert realizes Brad might need more than to be held, that the shock of the incident still isn't over. He lowers Brad to the bed, and slips down with him, holding him close and tight, stroking his head and back.
Brad shakes hard and harder, spinning in a circle in his head, thinking he is at fault for last night, he is at fault that Robert wouldn't want him the same day. He buries his face into Robert's chest, wondering to himself how much longer even this will be allowed, he certainly doesn't deserve such comfort. Frantically, he tries to draw Robert's shirt up, to feel flesh to flesh contact one last time.
"Bradley, ssshhhh, ssshhhh, it is ok, I'm here. What is it?"
Through tear blurred eyes, Brad looks up at Robert's face, the hard handsome craggy face of the man he loves. "Oh damn, I wish it hadn't happened. I shouldn't have gone out. I wish you could want me like before."
"Bradley, I want you, I love you. Just relax."
"No, no, it's ok. I can tell."
"Cub, stop, please. Nothing has changed. How can I prove that to you?"
"Show me, then. Fuck me like before. Like there was nothing wrong with me."
"Bradley, I don't want to hurt you..."
"I'm not broken! I don't want to be broken! Please."
The tone of Brad's voice is getting high, and Robert realizes he can't talk Brad through this, that Brad needs a physical nudge to get over this obstacle.
"Ok, Bradley, if that's what ya want, Daddy is gonna show ya that he wants ya! All rough, 'cause my Cub can take it. Right boy?" Robert growls, in his deepest most dominant tone.
Brad smiles, his face still wet from the tears. "Yes, oh yes."
Robert leans in, his lips pressing hard against Brad's, kissing him lightly then with more passion, his own needs now ignited. His tongue forces it's way into Brad's mouth. He doesn't break the kiss as he strips himself, kicking off boots and socks, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans then pushing them down, finally ripping off his t-shirt with both hands. At first, Brad is tentative with his touches, but becomes more insistent with his caresses as more of Robert's skin is exposed. At this point for both men, instinct has taken over.
Robert raises himself up, breaking the kiss, and with one hand flips Brad over onto his stomach, then reaches into the nightstand and brings out a bottle of lubricant. He quickly sticks the bottle between Brad's ass cheeks, squirting the cold gel up Brad's ass, causing him to jump a bit. Tossing the bottle to the ground, Robert roughly grips Brad's knees and spreads his legs apart, then shifts to between Brad's legs as he moves his hands up to Brad's hips, pulling them up with a jerk. With one quick thrust of his hips, he plunges his now engorged cock deep inside the tight hole, causing Brad to whimper at the intrusion.
There is no gentleness to Robert's thrusting, just raw need. There is no talking, just guttural vocalizations as he satisfies that need. And after the initial surprise, Brad relaxes and the familiar feel of Robert's large stiff presence within him turns to pleasure. The faster Robert pistons himself in, the harder Brad begins to push back at Robert, demanding more. Robert moves his hands from hips to shoulders, leaning over now, and Brad feels drops of perspiration fall onto his back from Roberts' exertions, he feels Robert's hairy belly rubbing into the small of his back.
The need for both is so great that the act doesn't last long, and with one final savage thrust Robert hilts himself deep within Brad's ass, his cum spurting forth over and over, and he bellows loudly, wordlessly.
As a panting Robert collapses down on top of him, his arms again wrapped firmly around Brad, Brad sighs, contented. He forgets his insecurities as he feels the raw desire that Robert has for him, unabated after what has happened. He thinks to himself that despite how rough this was, how quick, that it was what he wanted, no, needed, and that lying there in Robert's arms he truly feels safe again.
He savors the contentment for just a moment, before he realizes that Robert is shuddering over him, much more so than heavy breathing would account for. He turns his head, and seeing Robert's face, he realizes that is wasn't drops of sweat he felt rain down upon his back, but tears, and that Robert is quietly crying as he holds Brad tightly.
"Robert, what is it?" whispers Brad as he tries to roll himself over, but Robert simply buries his face against Brad's shoulder.
Worried now, unused to this type of behavior, Brad squirms more, causing Robert's cock to slip out of him. While normally he likes to keep Robert in him as long as possible, and feels empty after, this time he barely notices. Unable to turn while being held so closely, he finally snaps in an exasperated fashion "Robert, I need to roll over. Let go."
Robert loosens his grip enough for Brad to twist in his arms and turn himself to be lying on his back, but as soon as Brad settles in, Robert returns to holding him tightly, pressing his bearded face into Brad's neck. Brad strokes Roberts' back slowly and steadily until the shaking settles, gently shushing him.
"I'm sorry, Bradley, I am so sorry."
"Hush, there is nothing to be sorry for, ssshhhh."
"No, no, I am sorry, I wasn't here to keep you safe, I shouldn't have left you alone. I'm supposed to protect you."
"Robert..."
"Then I'm such a jerk, I was so frantic worrying the entire drive here, I couldn't stop thinking of you hurt and me not there help, and then I got here, and I didn't know how to comfort you. Rough sex, yeah, that is my answer to any problem, like a big dumb animal. I needed you so much, needed to feel that you were alright, I just didn't control myself. I should never have done that, I should have looked after you first."
"Robert, ssshhhh, please, you were up all night driving to get to me, I have nothing to complain about."
"I'm so sorry."
"I asked you to do it, my big strong bear. I needed it as much as you did. I needed to feel that nothing had changed, that you still wanted me like before, that I wasn't tarnished or dirty or something."
"No, Bradley, you stop that! You didn't do anything wrong! There is nothing wrong with you. It's me, if anyone is to blame, it's me."
Brad pulls Roberts' face up and softly kisses him. "Robert, no one is to blame. And neither of us did anything wrong. Things happen. We both have to live our lives."
"But I should be here to protect you, to keep you safe."
"Oh, Robert, don't you realize that you did keep me safe? If it hadn't been for all you have taught me over the last year, I'd be hurt or even dead now. You kept me safe by showing me not only how to protect myself, to react without overanalyzing everything, but also by making me believe that I can protect myself."
Slowly, Robert calms down again, and the words sink in.
"Bradley, I love you. I don't say it enough, but I really do. I hope you know that."
"You don't have to say it, you show it all the time."
"And I'm proud of you too, Bradley. I am so proud of you. I need you so much. I'm not used to that. I was so scared driving back, more scared even than during combat in the Gulf War. I can't imagine my life without you."
"Oh, Robert, now you are going to get me started."
It is Roberts' turn to lean in and gently kiss Brad. Their kiss lingers, long and sweet, their arms wrapped around each other, their bodies intertwined.
As the kiss breaks, Robert looks Brad in the eyes, his pride and love shining through.
"Bradley, I want you inside me. Please."
"Robert, we've talked about this before. You're a top, and I don't get to fuck you until I win at hide and seek or something, to prove I'm better than you."
"Bradley, for everyone else I was a top. For you, all I want is to be your lover. Labels don't matter."
"Robert, I don't want to do anything you won't like."
"Bradley, I'm asking because it is what I want. I want to feel your life inside me, physically, just like I do emotionally."
"But..."
"Bradley, you don't need to prove anything more to me. You are the man I want and need. Please make love to me."
Brad sees the longing in Roberts' eyes, and recognizes it. He sees a mirror of how he feels himself, how he felt so recently when he needed to feel Robert inside himself.
"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."
Feeling himself again, Robert laughs. "Ha, Cub, ya might be turning into a big fine bear, but you'll always be my Cub. Ya won't hurt me, ya could but ya won't. You're gonna make me feel good, that's just how ya are. Of course I'm sure."
With that, Robert rolls them over so that he is beneath Robert, facing him, scooting his body up along Brad's as he does so, wrapping his legs around Brad's waist. Brad starts to move his hips, rubbing his hard cock up and down in Robert's furry crack.
"I do hope you're planning to grab the lube before ya stick that prod up me, Cub."
With a panicked look, Brad reaches down to the floor and grabs the bottle of lubricant, steadied by Robert's legs. As he comes back up to the level of the bed, he sees a big grin on Robert's face.
"Oh, Cub, you are so right. It is fun to goad a bear. And easy too!"
Both men laugh, the brief tension broken. Brad slowly lubricates both himself and Robert, taking his time, attempting to imitate what Robert has done with him in the past, determined to do things right.
"Bradley, you look so serious. Relax. What you are doing feels good. Go with it."
With that, Brad sets the bottle of lubricant on the night stand, and positions himself between Robert's legs. Again slowly, he rubs his cock head up and down Robert's crack, closing his eyes at the feeling it produces. He feels Robert's legs wrap around him tighter, drawing him in, and feels his cock head meet Robert's hole. He again pauses, and looks Robert in the eyes.
"I love you, Robert, I always will."
And with that, he presses harder, and feels the strong rim muscles of Robert sphincter give, letting him in. He watches Robert grimace a bit, concentrating on relaxing, experiencing the bit of pain at first entrance. Brad pushes harder, and feels his cock head fully enter, and before he can stop himself, shoves himself deeper, penetrating the warm tight hole.
"Oh yeah, Bradley, fill me, fill Daddy Bear up all the way" moans Robert.
Sinking deep, Brad penetrates to his full length, and then holds still, knowing how much he savors that time as his body adapts, and finding himself savoring the reverse now, feeling the heat surrounding his cock, the pressure as the hot tight hole strives to suck him in deeper. He leans down and kisses Robert while using his hands to caress Robert's torso.
Soon both men are lost to the passion of their love making, Brad taking it slow, his thrusts steady and even for a while, Robert encouraging him and being encouraged by him. Soon, though, the pleasure becomes too much, and Brad pumps back and forth in earnest, harder, faster, his heart beating hard and his breath coming in gasps.
"That's it, boy, give Daddy your bear seed."
"Oh yeah, gonna fill you Daddy, gonna fill you. Yes, oh yes."
Brad thrusts hard one last time, hitting Robert's prostate just right, and pushes both men over the edge, Brad's cum blasting deep inside of Robert as Robert spurts over both of their stomachs.
Afterwards, breathing hard, Brad rolls them to their sides, still embracing.
"Thank you, Bradley."
"Thank you, Robert. I love you. I'm glad you're home."
"Ah, Bradley, it is good to be back at the house. But you know, home isn't this building, or this land. Home is where you are. I love you, and for me, you are my home. Now and forever."
The morning light filters through the drawn blinds, as the two lovers cuddle, safe and secure in each others arms and each others love. There is no rush to go anywhere soon, this is time to enjoy their togetherness, calm and relaxed as dawn breaks.