Date: Wed, 8 Dec 1999 21:43:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Bjorn Torson <papawerebear@excite.com>
Subject: And All Through The House

Warning! If you can't handle stories about male to male relationships don't read
any further.  If you are under the legal age to read this kind of stuff, STOP
NOW and read no further; because it's naughty and your parents or legal
guardians probably would NOT approve.
And All Through The House
By Bjorn Torson

(For all of you Bears out there that, like Ol' Papa here, have ever had a thing
for a plump bearded Polar Bear in a red suit with a deep booming voice.  You
know what I mean. ;)  Woof, Woof, Woof!  Merry Christmas!)
I had to work on Christmas Eve, no way around it.  Well, at least it was for
only four hours.  Hey, when you're a computer tech on-call you have to expect
it, especially with Y2K a mere week away.  At least they pay me well, $80.00 an
hour plus the holiday rate is double time, so for those four hours I just
worked, I'll be getting $640.00 gross and I'm one of the lower paid techs!
Well, I think as I get into the truck to drive home in the near blizzard, Bill
will be waiting for me with hot chocolate and warm gingersnaps.  God how I love
him!
He and I met ten years ago at a mutual friend's dinner party and we haven't been
able to get enough of each other since.  He, Mr. William Elliott, was a 35-year-
old, black bearded just starting to go grey Bear.  He was 5'11' and extremely
well muscled and just chubby enough go give those beautiful muscles on his furry
body a bit of roundness.  Bill was built like a tank.  I, one Carl Robertson, a
mere furless, beardless, brown-headed Cub then, was 26 and skinny at 175 lbs.
and 6' even.  I WAS skinny too.  I was a no muscle computer geek, but that
didn't seem to matter to Bill.  His soft grey eyes were full of merriment and
they saw through to the person inside of the nerdy body.  Those loving eyes were
what attracted me first.  I'd found my Papa Bear and true love all in one night.
Well, ten years makes quite a bit of difference.  I haven't gone grey yet but,
thanks to Bill, I've beefed up and put on a little weight as well.  Both are due
to my Honey Bear.  He got me into lifting weights AND he feeds me so damn well
that I've got a bit of a beer belly that I work hard at keeping under control.
OK, not too hard, Bill likes his Bear beef with a little fat and if I really
started to plump out, I'd get really serious about losing weight.  I also grew a
beard a month after he and I had moved in together and I've kept it all these
years.  I've become a Bear in my own right.  Bill has hardly changed as far as
weight and even now with as big as I am, I'm still not as big as Bill is.  His
hair has changed though, he's become a silver furred bear and his body is
furrier now than it was then.  He's `steel grey' as he calls it, grey with
enough black in it to give it that effect and it turns me on more than his
almost pure black hair ever did.
Bill works by repairing electronics and he loves to build electronic gadgets
too.  He's got a head set microphone toy that he built that changes the tone of
your voice so that you can sound squeaky high or really low.  He's got all sorts
of gadgets and some of them are pretty damned expensive if you went to buy them
in the store.  He once built a VCR for $20 bucks on a bet that's higher quality
than one selling for $200.  Yeah, its case isn't as pretty, but it works really
well.  He built our home security system and it comes in handy.  We live in a
nice house in the suburbs, but you still can't be too careful.  We were robbed
about three months ago and he built the system.  Everything was insured, so we
didn't lose much.  Bill building the system lessened the feeling of violation a
little, but I still feel a bit odd about it.  Strangely, I also found that it
sparked some fantasies about being held captive.  When I told Bill about it, he
gave me the usual rolling the eyes routine that he gives me when I talk about
anything just slightly kinky.  He's such a prude sometimes.  I said I'd wrestle
him to the floor someday and hog-tie him.  He just snickered and in a low sexy
growl, "That'll be the day.  More likely you'd be the one hog tied after I
wrestled YOU to the ground, Cub!"  "Would you please?"  I said, in my most
pleading voice.  He just did the eye-rolling thing so I let it drop.  Bill's a
real Teddy Bear and sex with him is great, I love him more than I love life.  I
really do, I'd sooner die than let him die.  He does tend to be on the vanilla
side though.  That's fine with me, but I find myself wanting something different
every once in awhile.
So here I am, driving home in the heavy snow, listening to the Christmas carols
on the radio, thinking about my Honey Bear and the news comes on.  There's a
report about some guy breaking into houses right here in town.  He's stealing
presents dressed as Santa.  He ties his victims up and blindfolds them then he
ransacks their home.  The feeling of violation returns as I think of my house
and my Bear Hubby.  It vanishes as I think about the guy trying to tie Bill up.
Then it becomes a thrill as I think about being tied up and helpless.  By the
time I pull into the driveway I've got a nice long fat hard-on just thinking
about bondage.
"Hi, honey!  I'm home!"  I shout.  It's a little joke with us probably shared by
many gay couples.  The whole traditional stereotypical husband and wife routine
juxtaposed with our untraditional lifestyle.  The house smells wonderfully of
baked goods.  I hang up my coat in the hall closet and go to check the mail.
There's a note in Bill's Bear scrawling on a little antique walnut table by the
door where we put the mail with some warm gingersnaps and hot chocolate.  "Sit
down, eat your cookies, drink you cocoa and follow the trail upstairs when
you're finished… and don't rush it!  I'm probably getting ready for you still so
give me a couple of minutes!  Oh and be sure you're wearing nothing but a smile
when you walk through the bedroom door.  Love Billy Bear."
He's in a romantic mood!  God I love this man.  I see the trail of lit candles
in saucers on the stair and suppress the urge to rush up the stairs and catch
him getting ready.  I've got a mean streak, but I keep it leashed.  So I sit
down in MY chair and one of his light beam activated gadgets turns on the stereo
and the Victorian era style Christmas tree as I break the beam to sit down in
the recliner.  Soft instrumental Christmas music starts up in the CD player.
Our house is cozy and tastefully furnished by Bill.  The décor is natural earth
tones.  I think it rather fits a couple of Bears.  He made the furniture in the
shop out in the back yard.  Electronics is his business, cabinet/furniture
making is his passion… well, one of them I think as I gobble down a fresh from
scratch cookie and sip non-ready-mix hot cocoa.  OK cooking is another passion
of his, but that's not the one I'm extremely interested in at the moment as I
rub my anxious crotch.  About the time the `Coventry Carol' is half way
finished, I'm done with the cookies and cocoa.  I kick off my shoes, pull off my
socks and briefly run my bare feet through the freshly cleaned-for-the-holidays
cream colored pile carpeting.  If I'd let him, Bill would go completely domestic
on me; apron and all I suppose.  Images of that furry old Bear in a French maids
outfit with a duster in his paw and the Grizzly tattoo on his upper left arm pop
into mind and I shudder.  Yeah, I'm a bit kinky, but there are some things that
just don't do it for me.  Now leather, that's a whole different story, but Bill
wouldn't go for that.
I get up and strip down to my jock strap.  Yeah, I'm not completely naked, but
hey, I've been working on this funky jock strap for two months now and waiting
for just the right moment.  I thought New Years Eve.  Well, this seems to be the
right moment now and it's just ripe enough to drive him wild.  I'm leaking pre-
cum and wetting the front of the jock strap nicely, he'll love that!
I follow the trail of candles up the stairs in the dimly lit stairwell and on to
the end of the upstairs hall to the bedroom door.  On either side of the door
are clusters of dozens of little candles on two platters.  The door is wrapped
in gift-wrap with a big bow on the doorknob.  There's a note attached to the
bow: "You get to unwrap this present early and see what Santa brought my naughty
little Bear for Christmas.  Maybe it's a switch or a lump of… well, you can let
your imagination guess what kind of lumps he has left for you!  Love Billy
Bear."  I couldn't help but laugh out loud at that.  "OK Santa," I said, "I'm
ready for my present."  With that I opened the door.
The bedroom was dark; I turned on the light and in a brief instant saw Bill, his
hands tied behind his back and feet tied as well.  He was wearing a leather body
suit and hood and was curled up in the fetal position on the bed.  It all
happened so fast, I caught a glimpse of a big guy in a Santa suit in the full-
length mirror by the closet, but it was too late to turn around.  He pushed me
to the floor with his knee in the middle of my back before I had a chance to
react.  Before I knew it my hands were bound behind my back with cable ties.  I
started to yell and he stuffed a gag in my mouth and tied it behind my head. I
tried to kick and squirm, but it was no use he tied my legs and knees together
as well.  The hood came next.
He was breathing heavily. "Ho, ho, ho!  Merry Christmas!"  His voice was
amplified and modified with what I recognized as Bill's headset device.  "Can't
have you picking ol' Santa out of a cop's line up by his voice."  I thrashed
around as much as I could and shouted obscenities that just weren't quite as
effective with a gag in my mouth.  "Fuck you, you son of a bitch?  You asshole
I'm gonna kill you?  Oh, Carl, you're gonna be on Santa's naughty list if you
keep talkin' like that."  He put his booted foot on my head and applied a bit of
pressure.  "Settle on down now, Carl, Santa's got a little surprise for little
Billy and little Carl this year.  Now, ol' Chris Kringle has already given
little Billy Bear here his Christmas present: a nice big Yule Log up the ass and
down his throat.  Now Santa's ready to give Carl a nice fat summer sausage from
his special gift package."  He chuckled.  "Santa and Carl Cub won't be
interrupted by Billy either, ol' Santa spiked Billy's egg nog so he'll be out of
it for quite a while.  You don't need to worry none, though, Santa's not gonna
hurt you boys.  Hell, Saint Nick will even put in an anonymous phone call to the
cops when he's finished with his gift giving… and taking." he chuckled again and
continued, "You'll be found all nice and tied up like a Christmas goose.  Santa
wouldn't want you nice Bears to starve to death."  He chuckled again.
I heard him crack open a beer and take several gulps.  I heard the rustle of
clothes and the unlacing of his boots.  "Santa's kinda hot and thirsty after
catchin' such a cute couple of Bears.  Yep, hot and thirsty in more ways than
one.  Ol' Saint Nick's gonna slip out of his suit and get some real refreshment;
Santa's pretty damn sick of milk and cookies!"  I heard him down the can, crush
it, throw it aside and open another.  He downed that one too.  Good, let him get
drunk.  He'll get sloppy and even if I can't take advantage of his mistakes,
he'll leave lots of forensic evidence behind.  "Now," he said "Santa's gonna
move your fine fuck-hole of a Bear lover off of the bed so little Carl can sit
on Santa's lap and tell him what he wants for Christmas."  I heard him grunt as
he moved something.  I realized it was Bill when I felt the thud next to me.
Then, He started man handling me onto the bed.  I felt his sweaty naked body
next to mine.  He must be pretty furry I thought, because it tickled me as he
came into contact with my torso.  I felt his hard hot cock against my upper arm.
"Now, here's the deal Carl.  You be a good little Cub and do what you're told
and nothing bad is gonna happen, do you understand?"  He said, huffing and
puffing.  The sound of his breath through the voice-altering gadget was a bit
like Darth Vader.  I nodded.  "Good," he said, "'cause Santa wouldn't want to
hurt you cause you did something stupid like biting old Nick's cock or tongue
when he puts it in your mouth.  You be a good little bottom Bear and maybe ol'
Papa Claus will leave you your computer.  It's probably not worth tryin' to
fence anyway.  You think about that, `cause I could beat the shit out of you and
just leave you two tied up if your bad.  No one's gonna come looking for you for
quite a while.  Billy Bear tried to feed me a line about his lover being a big
brute of a Navy Seal and how you'd come home and kick my ass and shoot my brains
out.  I half believed him, `cause you can't be too careful… until I saw your
picture.  I knew then you weren't a tough guy when I saw the picture.  I
figgered you for a computer geek and I guessed right, didn't I?"  I lay there,
tears in my eyes thinking about my poor Bill and what he must have gone through.
"Well?  Answer me Cub!  He yelled through the mike and there was a bit of
distortion.  "You're a geek aren't you?"  I nodded.
"Well, Santa has a long night planned for you and me.  Billy over there's not
much fun at the moment.  I think I want to move Billy into the guestroom and let
him sleep it off.  I kinda liked fuckin' him while he was unconscious though,
but that wasn't nearly as much fun as when he was awake and fightin' it."  He
got up and I heard him open the door and drag Bill down the hall, open the
guestroom door, drag Bill in and shut the door behind.  He came back in humming
`Jingle Bells'.  "OK, ol' Santa's gonna remove your hood and blindfold you.  So
roll on you belly and make it easier for me."  There was no sense in fighting
it.  This big fucker was going to rape me and there wasn't a thing I could do
about it.  I flipped over on my belly.  "I'm gonna take the hood off, but don't
you even try to take a look around or I'll stick a finger in your eye, got it?"
I nodded.  He removed the hood slowly.  Breathing was much easier now.  He
blindfolded me and started tying my wrists with something that felt like silk.
Once my wrists were secure, he cut the cable tie that was cutting into my skin
and rubbed where it was cutting in.  He did the same for my ankles and didn't
replace the tie there.  "We can do this the easy way or the hard way Carl."  He
said in a softer tone of voice.  "After Bill relaxed, he started getting a huge
boner.  You're a lucky man; he's quite a well-hung stud.  He's not as big as
good ol' Nick, but he's pretty damn impressive.  Anyway, after he got used to
the idea, he started havin' a real good time.  I made him shoot all over himself
and he was gruntin' like a Grizzly as I toweled him off with my tongue, cleaned
his gun barrel and scrubbed out his hole.  I fucked him up the ass and he sighed
with a big ol' smile on his face when I was done.  So, you can think of this as
being raped or you can just think of this as a heavy bondage scene.  It's your
choice.  Which is it?"  My mind was reeling; I was so confused.  The images he
painted in my mind of Bill, bound in leather and having sex were making me hard.
He offered me a choice and it was so tempting.  He was in complete control of me
and I was going to be fucked either way.  If I resisted, he'd enjoy it anyway;
he as much said so.  If I complied, he'd enjoy that just as much as resisting.
I didn't want to `cheat' on Bill.  I loved him, but what `Santa' was doing to me
was turning me on whether I liked it or not.  This was the rough kinky sex that
was the core of my fantasies.  Like it or not, this thief was giving me what I
craved from Bill.  Suddenly his lips were on mine and he was penetrating my
mouth with is tongue.  Out of reflex I opened wide, his beard melded with mine
as he roughly French kissed me; chewing gently on my tongue and forcing his down
my throat.  He broke the kiss.  "Open your mouth wide."  He growled through the
headset speaker.  I complied.  I felt his warm, beer flavored drool start to
fill my mouth and, God help me, I liked what he was doing to me.  Then he went
back to deep kissing and at that moment I gave in.  This guy might be a thief,
but he was also a great kisser and I'm a sucker for a great kisser.  It is one
of the things that I love about Bill.  He opened up another Beer, took a big
swig and put his lips to mine.  He filled our mouths with the bitter brew.  It
was apparently from our fridge because, though I don't particularly care for
beer and don't drink it nearly as often as Bill does, I can recognize a good
brand and this tasted like the Sam Adams or Pete's Wicked Ale that Bill likes.
It couldn't be though, because those don't come in cans.  Bill must have bought
something different, maybe Asahi, because I doubt `Santa the Cat Burglar' would
bring is own beer to rob a house.  He shared three cans of the stuff with me
this way and I was feeling rather relaxed by the time he gulped down the last of
it.  "Haaah!  That was good!  See, ol' Santa's not such an inhuman monster after
all, is he?"  I held my tongue and didn't add that thieves didn't have to be
inhuman monsters, but they are still thieves.
Before I could have another thought, Santa was chewing on my jock strap and was
getting it all wet.  He was nuzzling my balls and biting at the head of my cock.
I was as hard as blue steel now and Santa was sniffing and snorting and rubbing
his beard into my crotch.  He was sucking the head through my jock strap and I
was wetting it down from the other side with pre cum.  I was grunting just the
way he said Bill did.  He pulled the strap off with his teeth and began lapping
at my balls.  He spread my cheeks and began pushing his tongue into my ass hole.
He was tongue fucking my ass and massaging my prostate with his rough, callused
paws from the outside at the same time.  He was grunting and snuffling like a
Grizzly himself.  I was going mad, I didn't want to have any feelings for this
animal, this intruder, this violator, but I couldn't help it, he was making me
horny and satisfying me by doing things to me Bill never did.  Insane thoughts
flashed briefly through my head and were dismissed instantly.  Still, thoughts
like leaving Bill and going on the lamb with this criminal or not calling the
police and inviting him back some night when Bill was away sent shivers through
my body.  Bill was gentle and a cuddly.  He was the love of my life, the reason
for my continued existence, the man I would die for and the joy in my heart… and
never once did he eat my ass hole.  Santa here was a thief and a beast and
perhaps a homicidal maniac for all I knew, but damn he was so fucking, drive-me-
out-of-my-fucking-mind good at rough foreplay.  He sensed I was about ready to
cum.  He licked his fingers and shoved them up my ass and then dove on my cock.
He gnawed and sucked and I screamed out in ecstasy as I shot load after load
into his waiting mouth.  I came forever it seemed.  He didn't swallow, he moved
up to my mouth and shared my cum with me in a salty sloppy kiss.
"Now, Santa Bear wants some tender Cub ass."  He said after he'd put the headset
back on.  I felt his monster cock as he began rubbing all over my crotch.  He
must have been hung like a horse.  He's said he was bigger than Bill and now I
believed him.  "First, though, Santa's gonna open a little present for himself.
I heard him unwrapping something, I heard something like paper tearing, he spat,
there was a pause and then I heard him flick a lighter and start puffing.  He
blew cigar smoke in my face.  Bill had given up cigarettes ages ago and I didn't
smoke.  It was strong, pungent and made me cough.  OK, now Santa's gonna squat
down over your face and bury your mouth in his big furry balls.  Santa's been a
little busy in the workshop lately and he hasn't had a chance to shower.  He's
been buggering his elves and little helpers so ol' Saint Nick's crotch is nice
and ripe.  Be a good little Cub and give Chris Kringle's low hangers a warm
tongue bath."  He chuckled, then grunted as he positioned his sack over my face.
His musk was strong; Bill was always freshly showered.  The scent was fanning
the flames of my lust.  I began licking his furry nut-sack.  "Yep, Santa's got
something nice in that bag of his for you.  Why don't you feel around with your
tongue and see if you can guess what they are.  Ahhha, yeah!  That's right,
Santa's got a couple of footballs in his sack for you."  He puffed a couple of
times and blew it down toward my face.  I took his balls into my mouth, rolled
them around and sucked.  He groaned in pleasure.  He pulled them out of my
mouth.  "Now, Santa's gonna give you a candy cane to suck on, because you been
such a good little Cub."  He started rubbing my lips with his bulbous head;
smearing pre cum all over my lips.  I opened wide and he thrust into my throat
suddenly.  He began humping my face.  "Ho, ho, ho!"  He bellowed then grunted as
he began fucking my face faster.  My tongue worked his shaft and head when it
occasionally popped into my mouth, I'd gently chew on the knob end.  He was
getting close to the edge of orgasm.  "Santa's gonna pull out.  He doesn't want
to cum just yet."  I couldn't believe I wanted more of him.  He couldn't
possibly rape me now; I WANTED him and felt that he wanted me as much.  I'd
never been unfaithful in all the time Bill and I had been together, but guilt
would have to wait until after this beast had fucked me and I was satisfied.  I
was far too worked up now to think about consequences.  He reached down and
moved my legs apart.  "Spread wide for ol' Nick, Carl, Santa wants to give you
that summer sausage he promised you earlier."  I obeyed without hesitation.
"Good, Cub.  Billy was just as cooperative as you are, but he said you wouldn't
be.  I don't think Billy knows you as well as ol' Santa does."  I thought again
about Bill tied up in leather and my dick twitched.  He repositioned himself
over me.  I felt his furry body rubbing against me as he moved.  I guessed we
were face to face, I could smell the cigar smoke he was puffing out as he
breathed and felt his hard moist cock against my belly.  His hands were planted
on the bed on either side of my upper arm.  He lifted one of them and spat three
times into his palm; he began rubbing his spit into my ass hole.  His meaty
fingers worked into me.  "You're well broken in, Cub.  Your Billy Bear must fuck
the shit out of you and enjoy doin' it."  He slipped his fingers into my mouth.
"Clean Santa's paw off."  I dutifully licked his fingers clean.  Suddenly his
cock was up my ass.  He wasn't as big as I had thought because I didn't feel the
pain of being stretched, but he WAS big.  "Santa's gonna long dick you for a
while.  After that, well see.  Santa was thinkin' about jumpin' in the sleigh
and visitin' somebody else, but he might stick around for a three way with you
and Billy Bear; we'll see."  He began a slow long fuck and every time he or I
would come close to shooting he'd stop a cool down.  This went on for what
seemed like hours.  It had to be at least one hour because he went through three
cigars AND another can of beer that he shared with me mouth to mouth as he'd
done earlier.  Finally he said, "Santa wants to cum.  Santa wants to fill little
Carl with the Christmas spirit!"  He began speeding up and with his huge right
paw he began jerking me off at the same time.  I wrapped my legs around his
waist and pulled him into me.  He growled and was puffing hard on his cigar.
The beer, smoke and lust intoxicated me.  I began to moan and tremble, Santa was
banging me hard and his balls were slapping my butt.  He let out a howl and we
both came.  I felt his hot seed filling my void, his warmth deep in my core.  I
knew I was shooting all over him because he was rubbing my dick against his
belly as I shot.  "Santa wants to wear your Cub cum all over himself."  I heard
him rubbing my cum all over his furry chest and belly.  He lowered himself on
top of me and rubbed our bellies together.  We were both spent.  "Merry
Christmas."  He said and kissed me.  He pulled out and got off of the bed.  I
heard him start gathering up things in the room.  "Well, Santa has several stops
to make before dawn.  You were great Carl and so was Billy, but I'm afraid we
won't have time for that three way.  Santa's going to check on ol' Billy Bear to
see that he's all right and then I'm a memory.  I'm gonna have to tie your legs
together so you can't get up and move around.  Besides, you might hurt or kill
yourself trying to go down those stairs and ol' Saint Nick may be a thief and
guilty of buggery, but he's not a murderer."  I heard him put his cigar out, get
dressed and open the door.  "Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!
Ho, ho, ho!"  He kissed me again without a word.  Then he shut the door and went
down the hall.  I heard him talking to Bill and apparently Bill was conscious
because I heard him answer.  I heard him go down stairs, open the front door and
then he was gone.  I lay there on my back, tied up, blindfolded and alone.  I
called out to Bill, but I got no answer.  He had probably gagged or drugged him
again.  He probably had to, Bill had a loud deep voice when he wanted to and
could be heard from outside if he shouted.  The conflicting emotions for both
Bill and Santa began to wear on me and I don't know why, but I began to cry.
Guilt, longing, loyalty, lust, love, violation, anger, helplessness and a whole
list of other feelings warred within me.  All I wanted was to be held close and
comforted, but there was no one here to do that.  I cried myself to sleep.
When I woke, I was no longer blindfolded and tied and Bill's big furry arms were
around me and I was nestled down in his chest fur.  Had it all been a dream.
No, there were the marks on my wrists.  "Bill, wake up!  Are you all right,
love?  Are you hurt?"  He woke.  "What?"  He said groggily.  "Bill, I said, are
you alright?"  "I'm fine, what's the matter?"  He said.  "What's the matter?
Are you still drugged?  We were robbed and fucked by the guy who has been going
around breaking into homes.  You know, the guy on the news, that Santa burglar
guy."  Bill got a big grin on his handsome face.  "Well, then maybe ol' Santa
will come back and give us that threesome he promised you before he left.  What
was it he said before he kissed you `Happy Christmas to all and to all a good
night?'"  "How did you know about that?"  I said.  He rolled his eyes and
reached over and bit my nose.  "You are SO dense sometimes!"  He smiled and
kissed my nose this time.  "Smell my breath."  He breathed in my face and I
smelled cigar and beer.  He grinned widely as I finally put two and two together
and almost got four.  "Ho, ho, ho!" he growled "Did you like your Christmas
present?  One whole night of leather, cigars and sex with Santa?"  He smiled
sweetly.  "But, who was in the leather outfit on the bed."  I asked.  "Nobody,
that was a mannequin I weighted to have the right apparent mass to substitute
for me and it's the second part of your Christmas gift.  It fits me perfectly so
I know it will fit you just as well.  That's your new slave wear."
"You and I have been married for ten years and I haven't been very attentive to
your needs."  He said softly.  "But, you've given me so much."  I said, tears
starting to well up in my eyes.  He kissed me and hugged me to his chest,
burying my face in his fur.  "Yes, and now I'll give you more.  You can be
Santa's special little helper anytime you want to be."  He grinned evilly as he
pulled me away from his chest and looked me I the eyes.  "I've never told you
this, but before you and I got together, I was quite the Leather Bear.  I was
one Bastard of a Papa Bear and all those slaves I topped loved me, but they
loved the Bastard not me.  I tried to get involved with a couple of them over
the years, but they wanted me to be an asshole 24 hours a day, 7 days a week,
365 a year… with February 29th off for good behavior on leap year.  They didn't
want to get to know the rest of me.  They they liked me better with a whip in my
hand than a cookie sheet.  It was so superficial with them, so plastic.  I don't
know how to explain it, I guess I never really loved those guys I was with and I
don't think they really loved me.  It never meant much.  Yeah, I got my rocks
off, but it just wasn't meaningful."
"When I met you, you loved the man I was, not the icon I could be, and I was
damned sure you wouldn't get a chance to fall in love with the icon.  I
especially hid it from you when I found out how it turned you on.  I loved you
so much; I didn't want you to fall in love with someone else; the other side of
me that is; `Bear Vader'.  But when we got robbed I started thinking about it.
I decided that we'd been together this long, you loved me and probably would
even if I showed you my incredibly attractive other side."  He smiled and
chuckled softly.  "When I saw how concerned you were for `Billy Bear' and at the
same time how `Santa' turned you on despite your feelings, I knew I could no
longer withhold from you what you craved.  It would be like setting a dish of
ice cream in front of a child and telling him he couldn't have any.  After ten
years, you will finally get the whole package, the complete me."
"I love you so much and I don't say it nearly enough."  I said, wiping tears of
joy from my eyes.  We were both red-hot for each other again and knowing Bill's
full potential made me even hungrier for him.
We made love all morning and at about noon we opened presents and had lunch.  We
went out to the most expensive restaurant I could find the next night as my
extra special unplanned Christmas present to Bill.  Later that night, `Santa
Bear' made another visit to our house on his way back to the North Pole and we
had a post Christmas bondage treat.  I was definitely going to be on Santa's
`Naughty' list from now on.


Merry Christmas everyone and thanks for reading!
Hey, if you liked the story consider it my gift to you, because it really is.

Bjorn Torson,
Papa WereBear
Papawerebear@excite.com