Grumpy Bear

The Jeep sped along the dark country road with Gunnar behind the wheel, Thomas riding shotgun, and Mike in the backseat, leaning forward to make sure he heard the conversation. “You two may as well try to get some sleep,” Gunnar said. “I’m sorry that we missed dinner, but we’ve got a ways to go tonight, and there are no freeways to get there, so it’s going to be all back-roads for the next five or six hours.” “You want to fill us in on where we’re going?” Thomas asked. “Well, las

I tossed that back and forth in my brain a few times as well. I think in the end, Gunnar opted for traveling light, and took only what he needed. The other three binders, while valuable to Gunnar, would be useless to the wolves once his plan is in place.

“For the last time, Mike,” Gunnar scolded sternly, “The She-Wolves are not coming here to rape you. Most other wolves in the world are not like the evil ones who kidnapped you, and these wolves risked their own lives to help rescue you. We owe them everything.” “I know, Papa,” Mike replied timidly, sorry that he had made Gunnar angry, “I just feel really nervous at the thought of being around wolf lycans again. I don’t want my irrational emotions to get away from me and ruin the holiday

Mike and Gunnar cuddled under a blanket on the couch in the living room, enjoying the fire in the fireplace. It was mid-November, Mike had been with Gunnar and Thomas for about two weeks now, and it was just another two weeks until the beginning of the holiday season. Gunnar had informed Joshua that they would be staying at the house at least through the New Year and they would decide on what to do after the holidays, depending on whether Mike had made his choice by then or not. After the

I don't think Mike has any 'freak out' left in him after everything that has happened to him so far! He's quite clearly enamored with Gunnar, and the prospect of becoming the type of man that he has always fantasized about is extremely tempting.

Mike woke up in the soft king-sized bed with clean white sheets and the quilt with the bear motif hand-stitched into the pattern. He’d been in this bed for a day and a half now, being tenderly nursed back to health. He looked over and saw “Mr. Bear” asleep in a chair in front of the fireplace with an open book laying on his belly. He rolled over onto his side to admire his sleeping hero, but the mattress squeaked, and Gunnar’s head perked up and his eyes blinked a few times. “Good mo

Yep, that's the number I've been keeping an eye on for the last couple days. It has been going up around 20 to 30 points each day, and since I'm at 214 as of this moment, I figure another couple of days should put me over the top!

Gunnar and Thomas pulled the Jeep off to the side of the road along the eastern edge of the State Wildlife Area. It was a few minutes before sundown, and they were right on schedule. Gunnar pulled out the bag that Susie had made for them. It was a messenger bag that had been covered in fake fur that matched Gunnar’s own bear fur color. They stripped down and stashed their t-shirts, pants, and sneakers in the bag. Gunnar fastened his wristwatch around the strap, and then hung the bag around

I appreciate everyone's feedback! I'm having a good time writing this and the next chapter is going to be a wild ride! I'm actually up to chapter 20 now in my writing. The only restriction right now is the wait each day for the next chapter to be approved in the moderation queue, but I should be hitting the 250 mark on my community reputation story score in the next day or two, so that restriction should be lifted soon. As long as I can play out the scenes of a chapter inside my head first, like watching a movie, then writing it all out is quick and easy. I can get one or two chapters written each day in first draft form. After that, I continuously read and re-read the chapters that I've written, editing and tweaking the words and dialogue here and then until its that chapter's turn to post. Once I finish this story, I'm going to take a break and read some other people's stuff for a day or two before I get started on my next story. I hope to be able to have enough inspiration to get a whole werebear series churned out!

A semi horn honked outside, causing Gunnar and Thomas to run out to the front porch and investigate the commotion. Parked in front of the house was a twenty-two-foot Ford F650 flatbed truck with removable sides. The cab of the truck was painted in rainbow colors, and the removable sides were airbrushed with portraits of four familiar drag queens, with the words “The She-Wolves” in graffiti-style script. “Very subtle,” Thomas joked as the extended cab opened and four lean and stylish w

The next morning, after breakfast, a truck backed into the driveway and two men jumped out to unload a cord of firewood and lay it neatly in a 4x4x8 foot stack along the side of the tidy blue storage shed. Gunnar walked out onto the porch as they were just finishing up and asked the man who seemed to be in charge what he owed him for the wood. “Oh, it’s already been paid for by Joshua,” the man said. “It should come out of the supplies and maintenance budget for the house.” “It’s

Gunnar picked up Thomas mid-morning at the airport in Green Bay the next day and filled him in on the backstory of his travels and recent trouble during the hour’s drive to Sturgeon Bay. He included the information all about the She-Wolves in Chicago but omitted the eight weeks spent with Roy the horse trainer in Kentucky from his tale. He didn’t need a lecture from Thomas for putting himself in a position to have his heart broken so soon after starting out. Now, they sat at the dining ta

Gunnar belched loudly and let out a little laugh as he drove north on US 151 around Lake Winnebago. He was still full from his big breakfast but glad that he had decided to add on a triple order of bacon and a second carafe of coffee to his tab before leaving the diner. That waitress was so nice and attentive; she had a heaping helping of bacon delivered to the table in less than a minute after he ordered it, and it was hot off the griddle. He clipped his phone into the dashboard holder and s

Being sold to another pack was a threat used to keep Mike in line, as a sort of "If you think we're bad, well sell you to another pack who is even worse" kind of thing. I doubt Kane would be willing to accept money in exchange for his pet purely out of spite now that he knows that Gunnar wants him so badly.

Maybe Nick was more careful with Kane in the past, and didn't allow Kane to actually cum inside him raw like that. It could be that they got carried away in the heat of the moment this time and it could now be a problem. Either Nick has a way of masking the scent from the other members of the pack, or else he's in danger of exposing himself! Or perhaps it was just the fact that Mike was taunting him about being caught in the act that angered Nick so much. Accusing a male of "lifting his tail" for another male is quite an insult in the wolf culture!

It was still a couple hours before dawn when Kane’s SUV pulled up to the patio on the east side of the pack house. “Hurry up and get him inside,” Kane ordered Nick, “and make sure nobody sees you. I’m going to announce to the males that the pet is sick and is under quarantine for the next two weeks so that nobody questions the condition and the… smell that he’s currently in until he can recover.” Nick nodded and pulled the sleeping Mike out of the backseat by his arm and threw him over

"Papa" is a term used in the werebear culture. Some of these terms will be defined more specifically in upcoming chapters.

Gunnar walked into the Silver Bullet and scanned the room. Padded fuck benches in one corner with a group of lycans fucking on them, a St. Andrews cross over on the far wall with a sickly-looking thin wolf tied to it being flogged by a wereboar, sticky pool tables over in the bar area with bossy bottoms sprawled on them demanding cock, and a mysterious set of black curtains hanging underneath a charming flashing neon “Cum Bucket” sign. “I suppose the black curtains are hiding the super-nau

You are definitely asking all the right questions! From the things that Nick said to Mike by the creek, we can assume that Kane and Nick have had a sexual relationship in the past, and we'll soon learn how that sort of thing could be kept a secret from the rest of the pack. We haven't really gotten to know Gunnar very well yet. That will soon be changing as well.

Y'all didn't think they were taking Mike to the Silver Bullet for a tea party, did you? Never fear, Gunnar's near!

Kane and Nick stood looking down at Mike as he sat on his bed with his head down, waiting instructions. Mike had been told earlier that day that his “reward” for besting Nick in the game of chase was to be his first field trip outside of the pack compound. All afternoon either Kane or Nick or both at the same time were in his room, going over the rules and conditions with him again and again. The more information Mike received about what was to happen later that night, the less he was lo

Gunnar pulled into the parking lot of the truck stop diner just off the freeway exit in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, Wisconsin. In the ten weeks since he’d left Thomas’s cabin in West Virginia, he hadn’t gotten nearly as far as he originally planned, primarily due to a brief romantic encounter in Kentucky that had left a fresh wound on Gunnar’s heart. A couple days after beginning his trip he decided to stop overnight in Lexington. Gunnar had planned to take in the local gay nightlife o

Just wait till you meet Gunnar's new "friends" in Chapter 5!

Kane surprised Mike by staying true to his word. A few days after the night of the Estrus Moon, a lycan came to Mike’s room shortly after breakfast holding the black hood. “I’m here to take you outside for the day,” the lycan stated in a bored tone of voice, as if this wasn’t the most exciting thing to happen to Mike in the last year of captivity. Mike allowed himself to be hooded and guided through the maze of hallways and up two stairwells until passing through a doorway and feeling

Hey guys, Apologies that it took so long to get this chapter approved to go live. The GA team was worried that I'm just writing a one-note torture/rape story (I'm not, I promise!), and I had to do some re-writing and work to convince them that while things are extremely brutal for Mike now, there is a light at the end of the tunnel, and the story will dramatically change in future chapters! I've given the GA mods summaries of the next four chapters and hopefully we can start getting those up for you to read this week! Thanks, Grumpy Bear