Page 83 of There's a Way

We’d talked a little about what we’d do once she was the bear, and I wanted to go for a walk in the woods with her. She was clear that if she suddenly ran away, it was fine for us to stay put. She can’t let outsiders see her, and we’d be going into the national park, where there are trails. Apparently, it’s rare for people to be on this side of the park, especially late in the day on a Sunday, but it occasionally happens. She can scent them and hear them long before they’re close, though, so it’s fine, it just means she might need to make a hasty exit away from the trail.

It bothered me that she was obligated to kill or kidnap any human who saw her. The vampires would get to decide what to do with them, whether erasing their memory was possible, or whether they had to disappear, which meant either enslaving them or killing them. However, it also made me understand why she’d absolutely have to leave if she heard humans in the distance.

Thankfully, we had a nice time in the woods without anyone intruding on our evening. It was dark when we got back to her apartment, but I’d carried a flashlight, so it was fine.

Our bear gave both of us a gentle hug, kissed us both on top of the head, and then left, once we were back inside.

“Upstairs and lean over the bed,” I told Davy. “I’ll be up shortly.” I’d checked with Micca to make sure her sheets were cotton, and I offered to give her some of the laundry detergent Davy uses, but it turned out she used a scent free and allergen free detergent. Apparently, her bear isn’t a fan of added scents or anything fake.

I responded to a couple of texts, made sure anything in my email could wait until morning, and filled two glasses of water to take upstairs.

Davy was wearing one of the plugs that makes him have to tighten down on it to hold it in, which meant it took a little effort to get it out.

I’ve found some lube packets he’s fine with — no petroleum products, only good stuff — and I opened one and squirted it on my dick. I rubbed a little on the outside of Davy’s hole, and then wiped my finger on his back to clean the lube off.

And then I crammed my dick in, ignoring my boy’s moans and whimpers, because it’s apparently hard to take a dick after you’ve held a five-pound plug in your ass for five or six hours.

There was no danger of him getting hard or having an orgasm, so I pounded him hard until I was ready to blow my load, but then I held it back a little because I was enjoying his as so much.

He was silent while I emptied my balls into him, and I rubbed his back a few seconds before I pulled out, reinserted the plug to make sure he didn’t leak in Micca’s bed, and then I sat and drank half my glass of water before I told him he could stand, and I handed him his glass. “Drink, boy.”

“Thank you, Master,” he said when he handed the empty glass back to me.

“What, exactly, are you thanking me for?” I asked. His dick was as big as it could get inside the cage, skin bulging out of the tiny spaces between the bars, and I knew it couldn’t be comfortable.

“For the water, Master.”

I grinned at him. “Pull the bedding down and crawl in. I’ll clean up and join you in a minute.”

I got some pictures of Micca’s closet while I was in the bathroom, and then snuggled with my boy. He wasn’t far from his next scheduled maintenance. Perhaps we’d do a serious enema series for this session. Maybe put him on the wooden pony for fifteen minutes while he was forced to hold a soapy enema. I’d definitely want a Bardex for that. Once he was clean, we could finish with Micca’s fist in him, followed by mine.Maybe force him to eat Micca out while I fisted him? Yeah, that could work.

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Micca

I awoke in human form and made my way to my place, knowing my men would be inside, likely still in bed since I was up well before my alarm. My feet were dirty from walking barefoot through the forest, so I put my slides on just inside the door and went upstairs to shower.

Davy was on his knees on the bathroom mat when I stepped out, and he asked, “Can I dry you please, Sir?”

“Permission granted, slave. How did you sleep?”

“Your bed is comfortable, Sir.”

“It is, but that isn’t what I asked.”

“I slept okay, Sir.”

Something was off. It wasn’t a lie, but not entirely the truth, either.

He moved from my front to my back, drying me, and I said, “Front and center, Slave.”

Davy moved back in front of me, and I put my finger under his chin to make him meet my gaze.

“One more time, Davy. How did you sleep?”

“Restless, Sir. I keep waking up hard, which hurts, but that’s okay. It’s the life of a slave.”

Ah. He isn’t supposed to constantly complain about the cock cage, but we never said he should avoid answering us honestly. Time to be a little more clear about that.

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