Note: One of the reasons I love writing from the third-person limited point of view is that it allows for an unreliable narrator. This doesn’t necessarily mean the narrator is deceptive, though. You can have a narrator who honestly observes what is happening around them and they can still be unreliable. How? Because you’re inside their skin and things they take as normal might be anything but. It’s fun because it allows me to slowly reveal bizarre and unnatural traits that seem quite ordinary to the narrator. I believe this is more fun for the reader but I’ll let you be the judge. The narrator in this story, Caleb, is anything but reliable. Enjoy!

Another note: This is obviously a work of fiction and the places and people have largely been invented. Also, there’s no way a geological feature like the Devil’s Pole could exist in Michigan because it would have gotten knocked over by the glaciers.

Main themes: Jock-to-redneck, bear/cub tf, weight gain, cock shrink, butt growth, clueless, age progression, hair growth, dumber, curse, supernatural, (a little) anthro furry

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Chapter 1

Caleb McGrath sighed when he saw the trio of rock climbers enter the bar. “Heh,” he grunted, elbowing his pal, Rigo Herrera, “those city boys can’t fuckin’ stay away, can they?”

Rigo looked over at the three guys and groaned. It was clear that they were rich college students from the suburbs under the bridge out for an early autumn getaway. Dressed in tight-fitting tech fabric, each of the guys was beyond lean and verged on gaunt. Tall, lanky and handsome, their skin was weathered from hours out in the sun and their faces were deeply tanned. Caleb recognized the type; he’d seen scores of guys like them over the years. They all came to this part of the Upper Peninsula for one reason: To scale the Devil’s Pole.

The three picked a table near Caleb and Rigo, sitting down and huddling over the menus. Caleb noticed that the sole blond guy of the trio looked around the bar, assessing the clientele and the vibe. While his lip didn’t exactly curl, it was clear from his expression that he found the place to be beneath his dignity. It was true that the bar was rustic with mounted elk and deer heads on the walls and a general lived-in feel but it served good food and good beer at good prices. Plus, it was the only bar for miles which meant it was Caleb and Rigo’s regular hangout when they weren’t on duty as sheriff’s deputies.

Caleb clenched his jaw as he watched the blond dude. He was sick and tired of these asshole climbers waltzing into town and demanding to be treated like royalty. Invariably, they stuck around only for a few days and spent only a few dollars because they brought all their provisions with them. After the first night, they were gone. This crew, he noted, was no different: They would complain about the lack of lean meat options on the menu, order a single draft beer, and take off in an hour. All this while doing their best to communicate just how backward and unsophisticated the locals of Bear Creek were.

He looked over and caught the blond dude’s eye. “You know that the Pole is off-limits, right?” he challenged, putting his beer down on the table before him. “It’s a sacred site of the Lac Vieux Chippewa and they don’t let people climb it no more.”

It took a moment for ‘Blondie’ to realize that Caleb was talking to him. When he did, he rolled his eyes. His two friends, a brown-haired guy and a red-haired guy, looked over at Caleb and Rigo as Blondie replied in a bored tone, “It’s a public monument. The tribe can’t stop us from climbing it.” He turned back to the menu in a clear dismissal.

“That may be true,” Caleb continued, undeterred by Blondie’s attitude. “But it ain’t right. You boys need to leave that place alone. It ain’t for the likes of you.”

Blondie looked back at him, his blue eyes icy. “And what the fuck do you know about ‘the likes of us’? How do you know we haven’t gotten permission from the tribe to climb it?”

“I can tell by lookin’ atcha.” The bar had grown silent as the terse exchange between Blondie and Caleb grew more ominous. “You boys need to leave now. Or else.”

It was almost amusing watching Blondie’s chest puff up. Turning in his chair to face Caleb, he demanded, “Is that a threat, Redneck? Are you trying to threaten us?”

The use of the pejorative rolled right off Caleb’s big shoulders; he’d been called worse by other tourists. “It ain’t a threat, pretty boy. It’s a warning. Sunday’s the full moon. If yer hellbent on climbing the Pole, wait until next week. This ain’t the time.”

Blondie blinked. And then he laughed out loud. “Jesus!” he exclaimed, still laughing. “What’s gonna happen to us, huh? A bunch of werewolves’ll come out and attack us or something?” He made an offhand gesture, shaking his head and muttering to his friends, “I can’t believe that people are still so superstitious around here. I mean, this is 2023 for chrissakes!”

Caleb merely smiled back at him. “It ain’t superstition, kid. It’s what happens to arrogant pricks who try to climb the Pole without permission. Don’t say you haven’t been warned.”

***

Caleb headed back to his cabin after a couple of beers. It was still early in the evening but he didn’t feel like socializing after the interaction with Blondie. Just as he had predicted, the three climbers complained about the prevalence of fried food on the menu, ordered a beer and then left. They didn’t leave a tip or even stay in town; he’d seen them head off down the road to the public campground a few miles away. Like all the other rock climbers who stopped in Bear Creek, they preferred to stay in their fancy tents rather than sleep in a cheap motel or rent one of the few AirBnB’s in the area.

The forest around his cabin was silent when he got out of his pickup truck. He stretched, letting out a sigh of relief. It was Friday night and he didn’t have to be at work until Monday. Somehow he’d scored the whole weekend off, trading shifts with the town’s third deputy, Sandra. That night, he was free to stay up as late as he wanted and could sleep in the next morning. It was a rare luxury that he wasn’t about to waste. Who knew? Maybe tomorrow he’d go for a long trail run and then enjoy a leisurely breakfast?

Stripping down to his boxers, he grabbed another beer from the fridge and went down to the lake where he liked to watch the moon rise. This was his favorite time of the year, mid-September when the mosquitos were gone and the weather was still warm enough to sit outside in your underwear. He reclined in the lawn chair he kept on the dock and propped his feet up on the boat hoist, sipping the beer. A few insects chirred from the shadows and occasionally a barred owl hooted from the forest beyond the lake. There were no lights; Caleb had the luck of being the only cabin on the lake, the rest of the land around him was owned by the Forest Service.

The moon rose, nearly full. A giant, orange orb when it crested the horizon, it flooded the lake and forest with light. The water sparkled fiery gold briefly before the light turned silver as the moon rose higher. A small breeze ruffled the water and his shaggy, brown hair. A bass leaped out nearby, landing with a soft splash. He smiled. It was a gorgeous evening. He almost didn’t mind being alone. And the truth was, he’d been alone a lot since his last girlfriend left him two years ago. He reached down and idly scratched his huge, hairy balls, ignoring their ache. He’d have to beat off later to get over this creeping case of blue balls.

As the moon ascended, it cast its light on the Devil’s Pole off the west. The long spire of black rock towered over the forest below, more than two hundred feet high. Although some people thought it was a laccolith, it was actually a basalt dyke that intruded through layers of sandstone and limestone millions of years ago. With weathering and erosion, the softer rock had worn away, leaving the present day spire. There was nothing like it anywhere else in the Upper Peninsula or the Midwest for that matter which explained its popularity with rock climbers. The climb was known to be the most difficult east of the Mississippi.

He snorted to himself when he remembered about the so-called Native American origin story behind the Pole. A marketing team hired by the local tourism board had jumped on the Chippewa name for the spire, Grandmother Bear, seeking to connect it to the Ojibwe legend of the Sleeping Bear Dunes on the other side of Lake Michigan. In the somewhat westernized version of the Sleeping Bear legend, a mother bear and her two cubs swam across Lake Michigan to escape a forest fire. The two cubs drowned near shore, their bodies forming the Manitou Islands, and the mother bear died of grief when she reached far shore, her body becoming the Sleeping Bear Dunes. In the marketing team’s version, the grandmother bear warned the mother and cubs to flee but was ultimately caught in the forest fire and her charred body became the Devil’s Pole. It was up for debate whether this addition to the legend had actually paid off; Caleb certainly hadn’t noticed an uptick in tourism since the marketing campaign.

The real Chippewa origin story for the Pole was a bit darker. The tribe’s legend was that an evil spirit had threatened the land hundreds of years ago, bringing famine and disease to The People. Only through a pact between the Chippewa and a powerful clan of black bears were The People (and bears) able to trap and contain the spirit, tricking it and locking it forever in a rocky prison. Out of gratitude to the bears, the tribe referred to the Pole as Grandmother Bear. Even though the spirit remained imprisoned, the legend stated that it grew restless around the full moon and the local population avoided the area on those nights. 

Caleb observed the ghostly Pole, musing. His cabin was the last one between here and the craggy spire which meant all visitors had to pass by his place. All visitors–including the trio of rock climbers from the bar. He wondered about those stupid college boys, so confident in their physical prowess and secure in their belief that the legend was superstition. The blond guy in particular had really irritated Caleb and he hoped the dude got sick off the hamburger and french fries he’d ordered at the bar and couldn’t climb the Pole in the morning. Imagining the dude lying in his fancy tent, clutching his unnaturally flat tummy and moaning in pain made him smile. Fuckin’ jackass prolly has never eaten red meat in his life, he thought, smirking.

Taking a last sip of beer and stretching out his long, beefy frame, Caleb pulled out his hefty cock and jacked himself to a lazy climax, squirting boatloads of semen over his furry belly and up onto his substantial pecs.

***

He awoke early the next morning and made coffee and toast before getting dressed in his jockstrap, nylon shorts and trail shoes and going for a long run. He loved running in the autumn when the mornings were cool and the air was crisp. He inhaled deeply, setting off down the dirt road at a slow trot and picking up a logging trail that ran into the Forest Service land. The terrain was relatively flat and not technically challenging which meant he could lope along at an easy pace without growing tired. 

He was a tall man, standing well over six and half feet. Just turned thirty, he was proud of his big muscles and etched physique. He might not be the fastest runner, weighed down as he was by his bulging muscles, but he was dogged and had even competed in a couple marathons. Running, too, allowed him to eat pretty much anything without worry that he’d pudge out. His furry six-pack abs were the stuff of legends.

His brown hair was shaggy and he had a stubbly chin that accentuated his blue eyes. With his looks, height and muscles, he was known to be a catch but somehow had never succeeded in finding a woman who could please him for very long. His relationships would invariably start out well–Caleb was a gentleman even if he was somewhat rough around the edges–but they’d fizzle out, usually before they even had sex. This left him with a chronic case of blue balls and he had to jack off several times a day or he’d get jittery and sport a constant hardon. Being as hung as he was, this was not something that he could afford to do. Even when flaccid, his massive equipment was pretty obvious beneath the tight, blue slacks of his uniform.

Running helped satiate his libido, too, which was probably why he did it so much. That morning he was particularly horny which meant he ran further than he anticipated, arriving back at his cabin well past ten o’clock. He’d just scarfed down a couple bran muffins and was waiting for the shower heat up when there was a loud pounding on the door. Caleb groaned, reluctantly letting go of his big fourteen-incher, his hefty, hairy balls slapping against his thighs. He was really looking forward to jacking off! Even after twelve miles, he was still hornier than fuck.

Wrapping a towel around his taut waistline, he padded to the cabin’s back door. He’d scarcely swung it open when a naked man came barreling through and clapped his arms firmly around Caleb’s neck, giving him a full-body hug. The dude was not only naked but also apparently aroused; Caleb flushed when he felt the guy’s semi pressing insistently against his own with only the thin fabric of the towel between them.

“Thank god you’re here!” the man cried, pressing his face into Caleb’s neck. “Hold me. Just hold me!”

Caleb was so taken aback that he froze. Of all of the scenarios he’d imagined might bring someone to his back door, this was not on the list! For reasons unknown to him, though, he found himself lifting his hand and placing it reassuringly on the man’s back. The guy sighed audibly at the touch, burrowing in tighter against him.

They stayed like that for a long time with Caleb wondering what the fuck was going on and the man pressing into him, sobbing. Gradually, Caleb came back to himself as the initial shock wore off. Who was this guy? He sure seemed to know Caleb. Did he have him mistaken for someone else? His gay lover, perhaps? He couldn’t get a good look at him, pressed as he was against him, but he could tell the dude was tall–nearly as tall as him–and incredibly lean and thin. He could feel the vertebrae of his back sticking out from the skin of his back. Even his ribs were clearly delineated beneath Caleb’s fingertips. The dude’s torso was so skinny that he wasn’t even half as wide as he was.

Caleb lifted his head away slightly, enough to look down at the guy’s head.

Blond.

The guy had short, blond hair.

And he was pretty young, too, at least from what little Caleb could see of him. He appeared to be no older than his early twenties.

Blondie? The guy from the–? Caleb wondered, stiffening with recognition.

It was Blondie! It was the rock climber from the bar last night!

But how–?

He cleared his throat, rumbling, “Hey, um, I hate to–”

At that moment, Blondie looked up at him then Caleb was drowning in his beautiful, blue eyes. Those limpid, crystalline jewels were round and haunted but they softened when he gazed up at him. 

And then he kissed Caleb.

Not just any old kiss, either. Blondie’s mouth sealed against his and he started sucking Caleb’s face like he wanted to vacuum it right off. Caleb’s eyes widened but then he did the most unexpected thing: He kissed him back!

He was kissing a guy!

Holy shit, he was kissing a guy!

And he liked it!

Blondie’s face was rough and stubbly against his own. Heck, so was Caleb’s for that matter! He barely ever shaved, preferring a light beard over smooth cheeks. Blondie was the same way, although his blond hair was finer than Caleb’s and he had less of it in general.

They came together with a ferocity that startled Caleb. In no time, his towel was gone, falling in a heap around his bare feet. And then they were completely naked, hugging so tightly that both of them had trouble catching their breath. Blondie’s mouth and tongue and lips were plastered against Caleb’s and Caleb’s were doing the same thing back. He pushed the guy against the wall and thrust into him, his thick ramrod blazing to a full erection in no time. Blondie’s cock was only slightly smaller and thinner and, because he was basically the same height, their cocks dueled in a fierce battle. Blondie obviously shaved everything below the waist because his pubic stubble was rapidly giving Caleb carpet burn. He didn’t give a fuck, though, all he wanted was to fucking dominate this arrogant rich boy, fucking show him who was boss!

It was Blondie’s idea to take it to the next level. It never would have occurred to Caleb to do more than cock-wrestle and maybe jack off but Blondie had other ideas, much more profane ones. The young dude took Caleb’s big hands and guided them down to his shaved buttocks. He had really tiny, tight buttocks. Caleb could easily cup them in both hands and he did so, marveling at their firmness and tiny size. He’d only fucked women before and always went for the ladies with plump, soft posteriors. Getting turned on by a tiny, tight pair of man buns was new territory for him…much like kissing a guy for the first time.

Blondie’s mouth never left his. Encouraging Caleb to cup his buttocks, he pushed away from the wall. And then he jumped up and effortlessly encircled Caleb’s narrow hips with his legs. Caleb lifted him and Blondie’s head was above him and his lips were driving down on him. Blondie took advantage of him and thrust his tongue between his teeth. Caleb bit down and Blondie moaned. Caleb’s cock spasmed, twitching upward and slapping Blondie on the taint. Both men nearly broke off kissing, they were so overcome by delirious lust. Caleb’s hands moved down and his fingers gripped the dude’s ass cheeks, pulling them apart. He had no idea why he was doing this but he really wanted to touch one thing. One thing in particular…

“UNGH!” Blondie moaned, breaking off from the kiss when Caleb’s fingers touched his butthole.

It was tiny and tight, just like his buttocks.

And…wait, what?

Slick.

More than slick.

Dripping, actually.

Caleb’s eyes went round when he realized Blondie’s hole was lubed up.

Had he squirted lube into his hole before pounding on the door? Was this whole encounter premeditated?

But, no, it wasn’t lube.

It was…pussy juice?

Caleb wasn’t the most experienced guy out there, only having bedded a half dozen women in his life. He knew what pussy juice was, though. Yeah, he knew it well and that was exactly what he was feeling. Blondie’s perfect pucker was trickling pussy juice like crazy. The dude was so turned on that his juices ran down his legs and dripped on the floor. Caleb couldn’t believe it. Were all guys like this? Was his butt leaking, too? He almost laughed, shaking his head. Of course not! If his asshole was self-lubing, he would’ve noticed something before. Maybe Blondie was just unique?

“UNGH!”

This time the moan came from him because Blondie had pushed his butt down, lodging Caleb’s throbbingly hard cock between his tiny buttocks. He squeezed and those pert little cheeks gripped his pole, making his eyes roll back in his head. And then the guy pushed up, urging, “Do it! Please! Just do it!”

Caleb didn’t need to be told what ‘it’ meant: Blondie wanted him to fuck his butt. He knew he should be freaked out by how quickly this was happening. He’d never done more than wonder idly what it would be like to have sex with a dude. Even in the military, the option to act on the fantasy had never presented itself and he’d never gone out of his way to make it happen. Now, though, the opportunity was doing more than present itself; Blondie was practically begging him to stick his big cock up his hole.

And that’s what he did.

Urging Blondie upward, he squatted down and positioned his tapering cockhead in the general vicinity of the dude’s wet hole. And then he thrust upwards. Blondie arched his back and moved his buttocks forward until Caleb’s glans was pressing into his most private place. Blondie sat down forcefully on his cock and Caleb felt the impossible happen: The guy’s tight pucker relaxed and his sphincter enveloped him. Caleb’s furry foreskin had long since retracted and his cockhead pushed inside. Blondie cried out, biting his lip and shivering.

Caleb was in!

He bellowed like a rutting bull. He’d never fucked such a viselike pussy before. It was beyond bliss, beyond even the most intense pleasure of penetrating a woman. Blondie’s super small, super tight chute was like a constricting, hot tunnel that clamped down on him and made him sweat. He bucked his hips, driving in further. Blondie sobbed but it was a sob of delight, not of pain. His head fell back and his mouth fell open. Caleb’s cock skewered him fully, driving in its full length and breadth; he could feel it bulging out of the young guy’s taut tummy. And then Blondie placed his hands on Caleb’s shoulders and started bouncing up and down, driving Caleb crazy with the beautiful friction of a man-hole on his man-cock.

They fucked in the foyer with Blondie holding onto the coat rack.

They fucked in the kitchen with Blondie splayed across the dining room table.

They fucked in the bathroom with Caleb on the toilet and Blondie on his lap.

They fucked in the bedroom with Blondie tied to the bed posts.

They fucked in the living room with Blondie squatting on the fireplace.

They fucked on the porch with Blondie rocking on the swing.

They fucked on the dock with Blondie spreadeagled on the boat hoist.

And they fucked in the lake with Blondie plunging under water with each thrust.

They fucked all day.

It was evening before hunger and fatigue finally caught up with them. Caleb gave in first, collapsing on top of the skinny blond man and kissing him passionately one last time before declaring, “That’s it. I can’t do no more. My cock’s all worn out.”

Blondie wrapped his thin arms around his neck and hugged him for a long time before letting go. “I knew you would take care of me,” he said. “I knew you were the one.”

Caleb smiled, not really understanding what he meant. He looked down at the guy, realizing for the first time that Blondie was quite handsome. In the bar the night before, he’d thought the dude was ugly but now that he was lying beneath him and the boy’s ass lips were still enveloping his long pole, he kind of warmed to the guy. In addition to those luminous blue eyes, Blondie had a narrow face with a long, elegant nose. He was so blond that his eyebrows were white. Even his stubble was platinum blond. His tiny chin was tapered, drawing attention to his full, moist lips. Those lips were ruby red from Caleb’s beard burn.

“What about your friends?” Caleb asked, drowning in the boy’s soft, loving gaze. “Won’t they be worried about you?”

Blondie’s white eyebrows furrowed. “Huh?”

“Your friends,” Caleb stated. “The two guys you was with last night. Ya know, the ones who you was gonna climb the Devil’s Pole with?”

The confusion never left Blondie’s face. “I was with…friends? Really?”

For the first time, Caleb felt a little stab of apprehension. “Yeah, they was with you at the bar last night when you an’ me met for the first time. A redhead and a dude with brown hair. I thought they was yer college buddies.”

“‘College’? Huh?” Those blue eyes were now really wide as if Blondie really had no idea what he was talking about.

Caleb exhaled. “Why don’t ya start by tellin’ me who ya are?”

There was a long pause during which he could see the panic growing in Blondie’s eyes. “I-I-I don’t know. I-I-I think my name is Bruno.”

“‘Bruno’? Really?” Caleb would never have pegged the dude as a Bruno. A Bruno should be big and burly and Mediterranean. Not slight, skinny and blue-eyed.

Bruno nodded hesitantly. “I think so.”

The initial stab of worry quickly bloomed into a piercing concern as the police officer in Caleb took over. “Bruno, you alright? Where’s yer car? Yer stuff? Why did ya show up at my cabin stark naked?” He kicked himself for letting his libido get the better of him and not asking these questions when Blondie, er, Bruno first appeared at his back door.

“I don’t know,” Bruno answered in a small, childlike voice. Caleb watched as his big, blue eyes misted with tears and his lower lip began to poke out.

Caleb cursed inwardly, feeling his fantasy fuck turning rapidly into a probable crime story. What the fuck had he just done? He should have known right away that something was wrong. Guys didn’t just randomly show up at your cabin and fuck your brains out. 

“Do ya know how ya found yer way here?”

Bruno thought for a moment. “I ran.”

Caleb nodded. “Good. That’s a start. From where?”

“I don’t know. Somewhere. It was dark when I left.”

“How did ya find my cabin?” Caleb was becoming more and more convinced that something very wrong was going on.

“She told me. She told me you were the one.” Bruno paused, looking up hopefully at Caleb. “And you are the one! She was right! She said only you could protect me.”

What the fucking hell? Caleb thought. I have no fuckin’ clue what he’s talking about. He took a deep breath, zeroing in on the most obvious question. “Who is she?”

“I don’t know.”

Caleb’s fat cock deflated inside Bruno’s tight chute as he realized what an idiot he was. He sagged down on top of the kid, lowering his head. Try as he might to come up with an alternative, he always arrived back at the same thing: He had to get dressed and take Bruno down to the police station and file a report. As adorable and highly fuckable as he was, Bruno was also probably the victim of a crime and possibly an assault.

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Chapter 2

Bruno refused to get dressed and insisted on going to the police station completely naked. The best Caleb could do was convince him to wrap up in a blanket. This seemed like a good compromise but the young guy had the bad habit of letting the blanket slough off his narrow shoulders, exposing his still very erect cock. He might not be quite as masterfully hung as Caleb but he was close. Much like the rest of him, Bruno’s circumcised cock was long and thin. It was barely half as wide as Caleb’s man-cock, though. Caleb, however, wasn’t complaining. He liked Bruno for other reasons, most notably his incredibly tight butthole that didn’t loosen no matter how many times he fucked it. Bruno was the first guy he’d fucked so he had limited knowlege but, if a guy’s asshole stayed that tight after so many fuckings, it was definitely superior to the female pussy.

Seeing Bruno’s hard cock and smooth, bare skin had a predictable effect on him and soon his own huge cock was outlined down the leg of his canvas shorts. He moaned when his sensitive glans rubbed against the coarse fabric and he tried to slide his hairy foreskin back over it. He was too aroused, though, and there was nothing he could do. Bruno spotted his erection and tried to grab it. Soon, Caleb was ready to pull over the truck and fuck the kid’s tight hole again. It took a herculean effort to ignore him and keep driving.

They pulled up in front of the Bear Creek police station–a very basic log cabin with only two rooms, a front desk area and a small holding cell–around sunset. Caleb had to tie the blanket around Bruno to keep him from slipping out of it and waltzing inside naked. 

The dispatcher, Louise Bradley, was sitting at the desk when they entered. Louise was the town’s retired librarian who had taken on the job of dispatcher about a year ago. A small woman with curly white hair and lips that had a tendency to purse, her white eyebrows lifted almost to the top of her forehead when she saw Bruno. Bear Creek was a sleepy town where the most common complaint was neighbors running their chainsaws early on Saturday mornings. It had been a long time since anyone had shown up at the station who wasn’t a drunk needing to sleep off his or her inebriation in the holding cell. And here, out of the blue, was a naked, handsome, young man wrapped only in a thin blanket. Things had just gotten very interesting!

Louise’s gaze slid from Bruno to Caleb. Noting Caleb’s casual attire, she inquired wryly, “Officer McGrath, I take it you’re here on business and not pleasure?”

Caleb’s cheeks colored. “Uh, yeah. I, um, you know, found this guy in the woods near my cabin. I think he’s lost er sumthin’. He don’t remember how he got there or where his car is at.”

“Where exactly in the woods was this?” came Louise’s inevitable question.

Caleb cleared his throat. “He was, well, he was outside my cabin door.”

“I see.” Louise was clearly enjoying herself. “And what time was this?”

“It was, uh, around eleven this morning.” Caleb’s whole face was burning up by this point. He was certain that Louise could see right through him and knew exactly what he and Bruno had been up to in the eight hours that had elapsed since the boy had turned up on his back porch. Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer and barked, “Can ya juss call the sheriff? I think we need to start an investigation!”

“Sure thing!” Louise chirped, lips curled in a smug smile. “I’ll call her right now. I think she’s just down the road. There was a deer-car collision and she’s filing the report.”

They waited. Caleb stood awkwardly beside Bruno who kept fiddling with the knot that Caleb had tied in his blanket. His erection had not subsided and poked out obviously from just beneath the knot. He kept looking from his protruding cock over to Caleb and smiling devilishly. Caleb shifted, feeling his monster stir for the thousandth time in his shorts. He turned away from Louise’s prying eyes and took Bruno by the elbow, forcing him to do the same. It seemed to take forever for Sheriff Wilmington to arrive.

***

“Deputy McGrath,” Sheriff Wilimington addressed him ten minutes later, “we need to call in the tribe. From what you say, Bruno and his friends were at the Devil’s Pole which is their jurisdiction. Besides, their police department is better equipped to handle this than we are.”

Caleb sighed. He knew she’d say that. He was opening his mouth to reply when Bruno grabbed his hand and, clinging tightly to it, demanded, “I won’t go anywhere without Caleb! He’s my protector!”

Wilmington’s left eyebrow slid upward. “Protector, huh?” She looked from Bruno to Caleb, seeming to take note of Caleb’s disheveled and sweaty appearance for the first time. Louise, who was seated nearby at the desk, also took the opportunity to study Caleb. He felt his entire face and neck go scarlet. When Bruno moved under his arm and pressed against his side, he wanted to wither away. Could this night get any worse?

Yes, it could.

Sheriff Wilmington drove him and Bruno over to the Lac Vieux Desert Indian Reservation fifteen minutes later. It was only a few miles up the road in Watersmeet. Caleb drove there nearly every week because Bear Creek relied on the tribe’s better-equipped police station for a lot of things. The town maintained a good relationship with the tribe and Caleb considered the officers there to be his friends. Normally, this was a good thing but tonight he really wished he wasn’t quite so well known.

Looking back at him through the squad car’s rear view mirror, Sheriff Wilmington caught his eye. “So, Caleb…?”

“Yeah?” He was squirming in the back seat with Bruno huddled against him. 

It was weird enough for him, a sheriff’s deputy, to ride in the back of the squad car but Bruno wasn’t making it any easier for him. The young guy insisted on keeping Caleb’s big arm firmly around his narrow shoulders. He’d slipped out of the blanket as soon as they’d tucked into the back of the cruiser and his naked body was firmly in contact with Caleb’s entire left side. Caleb kept the blanket covering Bruno’s crotch but it didn’t take a genius to deduce that the kid was sporting serious wood under the blanket. Caleb had never met anyone as shameless as Bruno!

“What exactly is the nature of your relationship with Bruno?”

Caleb squirmed even more. Bruno turned to look up at him, adoration (and desire) written across his face. Caleb opened his mouth. “Er, uh, well…we, uh, met last night. Him an’ his friends came into the bar while Rigo and me were there and, um, you know, they talked ‘bout goin’ to Devil’s Pole. I, uh, assumed they was rock climbers er sumthin’.”

“Yes?” Sheriff Wilmington’s tone was like an older sister’s…which was very much in keeping with her relationship with Caleb. A tall, stout woman in her early thirties, she’d served for the past three years as the county sheriff and had done an admirable job. She’d hired Caleb when he was fresh out of the criminal justice program after completing his military service. While he’d always looked up to her, he also thought she could be a little patronizing at times. Just like a big sister.

He cleared his throat, continuing, “And, well, then he showed up at my cabin today and don’t remember nuthin’. He barely even knows his own name.” He omitted all mention of what had transpired between the time when Bruno arrived until now.

“I see.” Wilmington’s tone was neutral and she wisely chose not to press the matter further.

Caleb sighed in relief, batting Bruno’s hand away when the young dude reached for his cock. Bruno giggled happily, snuggling up closer and resting his head against Caleb’s significant chest. His hair smelled like autumn leaves and fresh rain. For some reason, this made Caleb’s cock stiffen in his shorts.

***

Chief Deerkiller’s son, Derek, was the detective on duty that night when they arrived. He burst out laughing as soon as they walked in. Caleb was holding onto Bruno’s blanket closed with one hand while Bruno clung to his other. In hindsight, Caleb wished that he’d put on his uniform before taking Bruno to the police station. At least it would have added a layer of respectability that he currently lacked. Anyone seeing them together would know precisely the nature of their relationship.

“Congratulations, Dawg!” Derek called out as they approached. “But I’m confused. Why’re you bringing yer new boyfriend here on a Saturday night? I’m flattered but it can’t be just to introduce him to us!”

Sheriff Wilmington interceded before Caleb was forced to reply, stating smoothly, “Detective Deerkiller, we need your assistance with a probable missing persons case.”

Derek smiled. He was a really built man with a wide chest, onyx-black hair and merry brown eyes who always seemed to be smiling. “What’d Caleb do this time?”

“He didn’t do anything.” The sheriff gestured to Bruno. “This gentleman appeared on Deputy McGrath’s doorstep today like this.”

“I’ll bet.” Derek’s eyes were positively dancing. Caleb looked away, cheeks burning.

“He doesn’t remember how he got there,” Wilmington continued smoothly. “Where his friends are or where he’s from. He appears to be in a state of shock.” She paused and Caleb’s stomach fell when she suggested, “I think he needs to be examined by a doctor.”

Derek’s grin deepened. “From the looks of him, I’d say Deputy McGrath has thoroughly examined him already.”

The sheriff sighed. “Please, Officer Deerkiller. Can you be serious for a moment?” Caleb couldn’t help noticing that she addressed Derek less like an older sister and more like an equal. “This is important.”

“Alright, alright!” Derek held up his hands and motioned them over to his desk. Caleb’s humiliation spiked when he saw that pretty much everyone in the police station was staring at them. He would never live this down!

***

A half hour later Derek and Caleb were with Bruno at the local health clinic. The doctor, a young woman with her black hair tied back and a stern expression on her face, greeted them and ushered Bruno into the exam room. He wouldn’t, however, go in without Caleb.

“I need him!” he pleaded when the doctor attempted to talk him out of it. “Caleb is my protector!”

Caleb could feel Derek’s amused gaze on him and he colored yet again. The doctor looked questioningly up at the detective. Derek shrugged. “It’s fine with me if his ‘protector’ goes in there with him. Caleb’s a deputy. He ain’t gonna do anything to interfere with the investigation.”

“Fine.” The doctor turned and motioned for them to enter the examination room, closing the door behind them and introducing herself. “I’m Doctor Lame Bear.” She motioned to the exam table and held out a gown for Bruno. “Would you mind putting this on?”

Bruno clutched his thin blanket tighter. “No!” he protested. “No clothes!”

Dr. Lame Bear looked over to Caleb who was studiously avoiding Derek’s knowing gaze. When he proved unhelpful, the doctor continued, “That’s Ok. You can keep the blanket on for now. Do you mind if I get your measurements?” She gestured toward a scale nearby.

Bruno obediently hopped on, allowing the doctor to take his height and weight. “Subject weighs one hundred sixty pounds and is six feet four inches tall.” She made notes on an electronic tablet as she talked. “Subject is male and appears to be in his early twenties. He is well hydrated and appears to be in sound physical condition.”

This continued for some time and Caleb lost interest. Even Derek grew bored, turning his attention to the myriad of medical posters covering the room’s walls. When Dr. Lame Bear had Bruno lie down on the exam table, though, Caleb grew nervous. She plucked at the edge of the blanket, revealing Bruno’s naked torso. Her eyebrows went up when she saw the cuts and bruises covering his body.

“Subject has multiple lacerations and contusions,” she noted, scribbling on her tablet. Turning to Bruno, she asked, “Bruno, do you know where you received these injuries? Did someone harm you?”

Bruno’s head was lying flat on the table and he looked somewhat glassy-eyed. He snapped to, though, when he heard the question and looked at the doctor as if he was just seeing her for the first time. In a wavering voice, he asked, “Wh-wh-who are you?”

Dr. Lame Bear’s brows furrowed but her confusion lasted only a moment before she recovered. Looking up at Derek and Caleb, she said, “I think his shock is wearing off now. This is common. Victims of sexual assault are frequently in a dissociated state when they arrive here. Being in a quiet room under a blanket can sometimes help bring them back to themselves.”

“Wait,” Caleb said somewhat desperately. “Did you say–?”

At that moment, Bruno looked over at him and his blue eyes went round. “You!” he shouted, clutching the blanket around his chest. “I remember you from the bar! What are you–?” He looked down at himself and seemed to realize for the first time that he was naked under a very thin blanket. Eyes widening, he stared up at Dr. Lame Bear. His mouth fell open. And then his head snapped back to Caleb and he shouted, “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME? WHY DOES MY BUTT HURT LIKE…LIKE…LIKE–?” His voice choked off and he burst into tears, holding his face in his hands and bawling like a baby.

Both Derek and Dr. Lame Bear stared at Caleb like he was the devil incarnate. He held up his hands, beseeching, “Please! You gotta believe me! I didn’t do nuthin’ to him.” He stopped and, rethinking this, amended, “Well, I mean, I did…do stuff…to him but he asked for it. I mean, he wanted me…I mean. Oh, fuck! I ain’t helping myself here, am I?”

“‘Fraid not,” Derek muttered, pulling out a notepad. “I think we just got our first suspect here, Dr. Lame Bear.”

Caleb panicked. “I didn’t hurt him! Really! Everything that happened between us was consensual!” Whirling to Bruno, he pleaded, “Please tell ‘em I didn’t rape you! Please!”

Derek wouldn’t let him say more. Producing a pair of handcuffs from behind his back, he clapped them around Caleb’s wrists and started forcing him out of the room. “As an officer of the law,” he stated coldly, “it’s my duty to inform you that–”

“Wait.”

Derek and Caleb halted. 

It was Bruno.

The young guy pushed himself up on his elbows and drew the blanket over himself. “Caleb didn’t hurt me. He’s right. I remember everything now. I looked for him. I…needed him. I showed up at his place and I–” His voice broke off and his thin chest rose and fell a few times before he managed to finish. When he spoke, he lowered his head and wouldn’t look at them. “It was my idea. I wanted to have sex with him. He never forced me to do anything.”

Silence.

After a while Derek prompted, “And you’re not just saying this because you’re afraid Caleb might hurt you later?” Beside him, Dr. Lame Bear folded her arms, nodding in agreement.

“What? No!” Bruno sounded legitimately shocked by the question. “Caleb is a good guy. The best really. I’m still not quite sure why I suddenly decided to have sex with a man–I’m straight, by the way. I’ve never even–Oh, fuck it! What does it matter?” He paused as if wrestling with himself. Finally, he concluded, “It was fun. Caleb and I had a lot of fun together today and I’m happy that, if I was gonna have sex with a guy, it was him.”

The doctor and Derek exchanged glances. Finally, Derek shrugged. “I believe him. What about you, Doc? Something’s goin’ on here but I don’t think Caleb’s the perp.”

Bruno and Caleb looked hopefully over to Dr. Lame Bear. At first, she seemed to waffle but then she agreed, “Yes, I concur. Although it’s still possible that Bruno was assaulted, even if it wasn’t Caleb. Shall we continue with the evaluation?” 

Caleb sighed with relief and Derek removed the handcuffs. This was the first time in his life he’d ever been handcuffed and he didn’t like it!

The doctor approached Bruno and asked permission to withdraw the blanket again. Bruno held it in place for a moment, debating. Finally, he reached out and took Caleb’s hand and squeezed it. “Is it Ok if I hold his hand?” he asked the doctor. She nodded and he sagged back down on the table, relieved. “Then go ahead and look me over. I’ll answer everything as truthfully as I can.”

“These contusions and lacerations,” Dr. Lame Bear continued. “Where did you get them?”

When Bruno stared up at her helplessly, Caleb cleared his throat. Everyone turned to him and his cheeks went rosy. “Um, they’re from me. I, uh, did that to him.” Bruno colored, too, and wouldn’t meet his gaze. He didn’t let go of his hand, though.

“Is that true, Bruno?” This doctor was relentless!

“Yes.”

“And how did you get these bite marks on your nipples?”

Caleb felt sweat trickle down his back as he admitted, “Um, I did that, too.”

Beside him, Derek was trying hard not to laugh. Caleb wanted to die.

The doctor proceeded to pull back the blanket and ask the most probing questions. After a few minutes, Caleb’s entire body was scarlet and sweat was pouring off of him. Bruno wasn’t in much better shape. Having lost his previous shamelessness, he was now behaving the opposite. The only saving grace was that the boy’s hand never left Caleb’s and he used this touch to telegraph both his gratitude and his desire for him.

Dr. Lame Bear allowed Bruno to keep the blanket over his crotch while she instructed him to draw his knees upward on the table. “I need to give you a pelvic exam,” she informed him. “Are you Ok with that?”

“Well, I can’t say I’m thrilled,” Bruno commented drily. “But what choice do I have?”

“You always have the option to say no, Bruno.”

The boy smiled. “Go ahead, Doctor. It’s Ok.”

He drew up his knees and opened his legs. Dr. Lame Bear donned a fancy-looking headlamp and took a speculum off a little cart nearby and leaned in, peering at Bruno’s nether regions. “The subject’s penis has numerous striations and is bleeding in multiple locations as if the skin has been rubbed raw,” she observed in a clinical tone. “This is consistent with intense sexual intercourse over a prolonged period.” She lifted her up and asked, “Bruno, is that correct?”

“Yes, Doctor. I had–I mean, we had a lot of sex today. More times than I can count.”

Derek elbowed Caleb and lifted his hand to high-five him but Caleb scowled and turned away.

“The subject’s anus is quite inflamed,” Doctor Lame Bear continued, much to Caleb’s mortification. “There appears to be semen drainage from within the anal cavity and…some other liquid that may be lubricant.” Once again, she lifted her head and inquired, “Bruno, would you like me to order a rape kit? If you believe you have been sexually assaulted, we can use it to identify your assailant using a DNA test.”

“Something tells me we already know whose DNA that is,” Derek commented, giving Caleb a knowing look. Caleb’s ears turned red. He’d never wanted to murder anyone before but right then he very much wanted to kill Detective Deerkiller.

Doctor Lame Bear came to his rescue. “Detective,” she warned, “if you can’t behave in a mature and responsible manner, I have to ask you to leave.”

“Right. Sorry!” Derek lifted his palms. “Couldn’t help myself!”

“Doctor,” Bruno said, propping himself back up on his elbows. “No one raped or assaulted me. I know you have to do this for the report but I’m fine. Really, I’m fine!”

***

Chapter 3

Caleb drove Bruno back to his cabin later that night. It was after midnight and both of them were exhausted, humiliated from the experience at the clinic and ravenously hungry. Caleb made his new lover waffles and bacon, the breakfast he’d intended to prepare for himself that morning after his run. The boy devoured three heaping plates of food before pushing himself back from the table and rubbing his newly protruding belly. 

Caleb watched him, loving the sight of that rounded belly. Bruno was hot as fuck just already but Caleb thought he was a bit on the scrawny side. What would the boy look like with a little more meat on his bones? The thought got the ‘bone’ between his legs hard again. He pushed his erection down but not before Bruno noticed and grinned back at him lasciviously.

The young guy was still very naked and his long, thin penis soon was sticking up between his legs as well. For some reason, he still refused to wear clothes. He wouldn’t say why and, if he were being completely honest, Caleb wasn’t complaining. He was head over heels for Bruno and already was having a hard time imagining ever being sexual with a woman again.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” Bruno said, standing up and padding over to take Caleb in his arms. He rubbed his thin prick into the space between Caleb’s beefy thighs. “But I can’t get enough of your cock, Big Guy.” He pulled back and reached out to tug at Caleb’s shorts, pulling them down. Caleb’s enormous cock sprang free, rosy red glans already sliding out of his foreskin.

Bruno stared at his penis, eyebrows lifting. “Has anyone ever told you that your penis is…different?”

“How so?” Caleb asked, looking down at his big man. “Am I too small er sumthin’? I ain’t never had nobody complain before.”

“‘Too small’?” Bruno repeated, laughing. “Hardly! Jesus, it’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen! It’s gotta be more than a foot long, right?” He reached out and grasped Caleb’s shaft just below the end of his sheath. Caleb threw back his head and moaned.

“What’s wrong with it then? Am I too big?” Caleb’s tongue was lolling out of his mouth and he was panting. It felt so good to have someone hold him who knew how to handle a big cock.

“Nooooooo,” Bruno drawled. “It’s just…well, your foreskin is weird. And your shaft has this huge…knob…on it.” His fingers stroked the aforementioned knob tenderly as he said this, causing Caleb to moan. “It, you know, gets stuck inside me when we fuck and we can’t separate until you’ve softened up a bit.”

“Yeah, it’s thicker in the middle but not that thick,” Caleb admitted. “And, yeah, I have a long foreskin. It’s not that unusual, though.”

“No, actually it is. Unusual, that is.” Bruno took hold of his foreskin and drew it upward over the red, slick length of his exposed shaft. “I’ve never seen anything quite like it on a guy.”

Caleb’s tongue was still hanging out of his mouth. He slurped it in long enough to point out, “And how does a circumcised dude like you know so much about foreskins, huh?”

Bruno’s cheeks colored. “Brad and Jeremy are both uncut and their dicks don’t look anything like yours.” Brad and Jeremy were his two friends who had gone missing at the Devil’s Pole. Both of them were now the subject of a manhunt coordinated by the tribe. “I’m not complaining, mind you!” he added when Caleb looked hurt. “I love your cock! Didn’t I just say how addicted to it I am?” He stroked Caleb’s furry sheath as he said this, pulling it up and over his long, tapering glans. His glans was more slippery than usual and blood red; it got that way when Caleb was really turned on.

“I’m glad ya like it,” Caleb grunted, hips thrusting in time with Bruno’s jacking. “I like that ya like it.”

He hoped that Bruno would drop the subject but he picked it right back up again. “I mean, Brad and Jeremy’s cocks–and the cocks I’ve seen in the locker room and in porn–are, well, not furry like yours. I’ve never seen a guy whose cock was furry. And their dicks don’t point straight up at the ceiling, even when they’re flaccid. And finally, their dickheads aren’t as moist and, well, slippery as yours.” He pulled Caleb’s thickly-furred sheath up over the knob–it tended to slip down behind the knob when he was turned on–and tried to cover his long, pointy glans but Caleb was too aroused.

“What’s yer point?” Caleb asked, panting. Bruno had gotten him very worked up with all his jacking and the talk about how much he loved his cock. “So I got some fur on my dick? So what?”

“And a knob.”

Caleb sighed. “And a knob.”

“And a slippery cock that comes to a sharp point.”

“What are ya? Little Red Riding Hood all of sudden?” Caleb quipped. “What’s next? Are ya gonna ask me why my teeth are so long?”

Bruno laughed. “Nope. Your teeth are normal, dude. It’s just yer dick.”

Caleb’s eyes narrowed. “What exactly are you trying to say? Just come out with it.”

“Your dick looks a lot like my dog’s,” Bruno stated. “In fact, it looks just like my dog’s dick. Only, like, ten times as big. And then there are your balls. They’re all furry and hang down nearly to your knees, dude! Like a big dog’s.”

“Really?” Caleb stared at his pendulous, furry balls and equally furry sheath which had retracted once again behind the thick knob that was a few inches down his shaft. His exposed cock jutted out like a giant tube of lipstick, glistening red in the low light. His long piss slit reached up to the top of his sharply tapered cock and a little droplet of yellowish precum was getting ready to slide out of it. He waggled his cock, looking at it thoughtfully. “Huh. I guess yer right. I ain’t really thought that much ‘bout it. Now that ya mention it, though, it does look different now than when I was in the military.” He shrugged his big shoulders. “Huh, go figure. I got a doggie dick!”

“And I’m your bitch in heat,” Bruno professed, slipping down onto his knees and opening his mouth to take as much of Caleb’s monster inside as he could. Caleb lifted his head and howled like a wolf baying at the moon.

***

“What is this?” Bruno asked later when they were lying naked in Caleb’s bed. He was fondling the collar that Caleb wore around his neck.

Caleb looked down, or tried to. The collar was too tight for him to actually see it, though, unless he was looking at himself in the mirror. “Huh? Oh, that. It’s just something I gotta wear all the time. I got it when I became a cop.”

Bruno touched the shiny gold tag that dangled from the center of the collar. He squinted, trying to read it. “What does it say? It’s not in English.”

“I don’t really know,” Caleb admitted. “I think it’s Ojibwe.”

“Are you Native American?” Bruno was now sitting up in bed, looking down at him curiously. “You don’t look it.”

Caleb laughed. “Me? Native American? Nope. I don’t got a drop of Indian blood in me at all. Lotsa of Scotch and English and French but no Native American.”

“Then why–?”

“It’s just a thing,” Caleb said. “I’m a deputy, you know. All the guys in the fire and police departments wear ‘em. Forest Service, too. It’s like a way of showing our solidarity with the tribe er sumthin’. Actually, I don’t really know why but we all wear ‘em.”

“Interesting.”

“Ain’t it?” Caleb reached up and pulled Bruno back down next to him, placing his big, muscly arm over the boy’s slight shoulders and tugging him in close. “Now I’ll give ya a choice: Either shut up or keep askin’ questions. But,” he added, sticking his finger in Bruno’s face, “if ya ask any more questions, I gotta fuck ya first. And then we’ll be locked together for at least another hour after that, waiting for my cock to soften enough to slip out of yer hot hole.”

Bruno chose to ask more questions and consequently they didn’t get to sleep until well past four in the morning.

***

Bruno was up making breakfast when Caleb woke up the next morning. The sun was pretty high up in the sky already and he groaned when he realized it was after ten o’clock already. He was a morning person and never slept in. Well, he never fucked guys up the ass, either, and now that was definitely something that was never far from his mind. Just the thought of Bruno’s hot, tight little hole was enough to get his hefty cock hard and he grunted as his slick glans slid out of its furry, protective sheath across the sheets.

He staggered into the kitchen to find Bruno wearing one of his t-shirts…and nothing else. The boy swam in it, being at least eighty pounds lighter than Caleb and very narrow. His torso must have been longer than Caleb’s, though, because the shirt did nothing to conceal his hot, tight, little butt and dangling pencil dick. He’d shaved his body hair again from the look of things, probably borrowing one of Caleb’s razors, and his smooth skin glowed porcelain white in the morning light.

“Hey, Big Guy!” he said, turning to give Caleb a radiant smile. “Did you sleep Ok?”

Caleb stopped and savored the rarity of this moment. He’d lived alone ever since he left the service and no one had made him breakfast since he’d moved out of the house at age eighteen. And now here was a handsome, young guy who was all but naked, smiling at him and offering him food…and his ass…for breakfast. What more could a guy want?

“I really wanna fuck ya right now,” Caleb replied, stepping closer and placing his big hands on Bruno’s tiny buttocks. He squeezed and the boy shivered with delight.

“Soon enough!” Bruno promised, shoveling scrambled eggs onto a plate and handing it to Caleb. “I’ve got toast in the oven and hashbrowns on the shove. Go have a seat.”

“Why are ya wearin’ clothes all of a sudden? Yesterday, I couldn’t get ya to wear nuthin’ at all.”

Bruno looked down, abashed, and remained silent. Caleb noticed that he tugged self-consciously on the hem of his t-shirt.

“Whatsa matter? Sumthin’ wrong?” Caleb stepped closer, placing the plate with eggs on the counter and wrapping his arms around Bruno.

Bruno buried his face against Caleb’s furry chest and sniffed, inhaling his musky aroma. After a moment, he looked up. “It’s nothing. I’m just…I just feel weird about–well, about myself and my body. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Caleb placed his hand on the back of Bruno’s head and pulled him in close. He put his other hand over Bruno’s butt, patting it fondly. “Is it the…gay…thing?” He paused. “I mean, if it is, it’s Ok. Ya know I ain’t been with a guy before, neither.”

Bruno’s laugh was muffled by Caleb’s chest hair. “I mean, yeah, that’s probably part of it. It is really weird. I’m starting to get women now. Before, I never even thought about having a dick up my hole and now it’s all I want. If I’d known what I was missing, I would’ve done more than suck Jeremy and Brad’s cocks that one time; I would’ve let ‘em fuck me, too. They wanted to!”

“Wait. You sucked yer friends’ cocks?” Caleb put his hand on his hip. “I’m not sure I wanna hear ‘bout this. It’ll juss make me mad.”

“Somebody’s jelly,” Bruno teased before lifting his lips and kissing Caleb reassuringly. “Don’t worry! I’m yours and yours only, Big Guy. You’re my protector. Plus, no one in the world has a cock like yours. You’ve ruined me for lesser men!” When he saw that this mollified Caleb, he continued, “I only sucked them off once after I lost a bet. We were all really drunk. We’ve never talked about it since.”

“So, what’s really wrong?” Caleb pressed, returning to the source of Bruno’s apparent discomfort. “Can you tell me?”

Bruno hesitated. After a moment, though, he sighed and took a step backward, lifting up his shirt. “This,” he said, pointing at his small, smooth, rounded tummy, “is why I’m feeling off this morning.”

“It’s a belly,” Caleb observed. “A really sexy belly.”

“And that’s the problem. Not the sexy part! The belly part.” Bruno made a face at his protruding stomach. “I’ve never been fat before.”

Caleb had to bite his tongue. If this was what Bruno considered fat…? Somehow, he managed to school his features and act concerned. “I get it,” he said. “But yer so skinny that it’s prolly juss last night’s big dinner that ain’t been digested yet.”

“You think so?” 

Bruno’s blue eyes searched his face and Caleb was about to respond when he noticed something else about the boy: His blue eyes weren’t quite as blue as yesterday. Instead of pale aquamarine, they were grayer…and browner. Almost hazel. He blinked and forced the thought away. It was probably just the light in the kitchen. Putting on a reassuring smile, he said, “Yeah, I really do. Now, c’mon! Let’s eat!”

***

Caleb’s phone chimed after they’d fucked on the breakfast table and Bruno had another freak out. This time, the freak out wasn’t about his belly–which was even bigger after the kid gorged on a huge breakfast–no, he’d freaked out over his butthole trickling juices like a leaky faucet.

The timing of the text was perfect and Caleb silently thanked God for this bit of divine intervention. He was tired of trying to reassure the young guy that everything was fine with his body. The smallest things that morning seemed to upset Bruno. It makes sense, Caleb thought, I mean, he still won’t talk about what happened on Friday night. He’s probably still traumatized. But it is kind of a mood killer. He looked down his cock, noting that his lipstick-red glans had slipped back inside its furry sheath.

>>Dude, don’t forget the barbecue!<< the text from Derek read. >>And bring your new bf along. Everybody wants to meet him<<

“Who’s it from?” Bruno asked, getting up off the table and grimacing as he wiped away the gooey liquid trickling out of his ass.

“Dude,” Caleb pointed out, ignoring the question and choosing instead to focus on Bruno’s ass-juice obsession. “That’s mostly my cum. Ya only get lubed up while we’re fuckin’.”

Bruno gave him a half-hearted smile. “Not helping, bro. Not helping.” He forced himself to remove his hands from his ass but couldn’t resist sniffing them. He wrinkled his nose and wiped them off on Caleb’s butt. “Now, who’s it from? I’m surprised you get any cell phone signal out here.”

“It’s from Derek. The detective you met last night,” Caleb explained, watching Bruno flush at the memory. “Today’s the annual public service workers picnic but we don’t gotta go if ya don’t wanna. It might be kinda fun, though. They’re roastin’ a pig.”

It was almost amusing watching Bruno’s eyes light up at the mention of a pig roast. The boy had just devoured four plates of food and already he was hungry again. Caleb discreetly checked out his belly, noticing with approval that it was larger than ever. The little pointy end of his dick slipped out of his sheath as he imagined Bruno with a big gut. He’d be even sexier than ever!

***

They pulled up at the little park on the edge of a lake just outside Bear Creek an hour later. It was another gorgeous, sunny day without a cloud in the sky. Bruno, lacking any clothing of his own, was dressed in a pair of Caleb’s shorts and one of his t-shirts. He looked like a little kid wearing his dad’s clothes but Caleb found it kind of endearing. Actually, everything about Bruno was endearing, especially the way his growing belly was already visible poking out over his (well, Caleb’s) belt. Bruno tugged self-consciously on the t-shirt, trying to suck in his stomach and cover his belly but it was no use; it pushed out round and full as soon as he relaxed. 

“I’m gay fat,” he pronounced unhappily.

“What’s that ‘sposed to mean?” Caleb asked.

“My little brother is gay…like me, I guess. God, it feels weird to say that.” Bruno gazed off into the distance before continuing, “‘Gay fat’ is a term that refers to guys who are sorta thin but also a little chunky. In other words, too fat for the gays. Just like me.” He gazed down at his rounded belly, lower lip poking out.

“Come on,” Caleb cajoled. “Forget about it! Ya look great. If ya ask me, you’ve been starving yerself and it’s good to finally see ya eatin’ enough.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Bruno muttered. “‘Cuz I hate it! I’m going on a diet.” He looked over at the barbeque and lifted his nose in the air, inhaling deeply. Caleb watched as his face suffused with pleasure, the aroma of roasting boar filling his nostrils. “Starting tomorrow.”

Caleb smiled and then did a double take. A new layer of coarse brown stubble covered Bruno’s cheeks. But…he’d just shaved that morning, hadn’t he? And his hair was supposed to be blond. Shouldn’t his stubble also be…? Not wanting to make Bruno self-conscious, he looked away. But not before he noticed that the boy’s formerly white eyebrows were now decidedly brown. And dark brown at that. It’s just the shadows in here, he thought, forcing his attention away. Yeah, just the shadows…

He got out of the truck and went around to the passenger side, opening the door for Bruno and helping him out. Bruno smiled at this old-fashioned gesture but nonetheless took his hand and allowed Caleb to guide him down off the splash guard. Once on the ground, he continued to hold onto Caleb’s hand and they walked like that through the park, Bear Creek’s newest gay couple.

Caleb’s fellow deputy and best friend, Rigo, nearly fell over when he saw them. Bolting up from a picnic where he was huddled with a bunch of burly firefighters, he exclaimed, “Caleb? What the–?! Are you–?! And is this–?” he squinted at Bruno, belatedly recognizing him from the bar the other night. When he did, his eyes went round.

“Yes, I am,” Caleb admitted, fuzzy cheeks flushing red. “And so is he.” Turning to Bruno, he said, “This is Rigo. You remember him, right?” Bruno nodded, letting go of Caleb’s hand to shake Rigo’s. “And this is Bruno, Rigo,” Caleb continued. “Bruno’s my man.”

He was keenly aware that all eyes in the park were now firmly fixed upon him and Bruno. The reaction, as far as he could tell, was mixed but not nearly as negative as he’d feared. A couple of the firefighters stared at them stonily but the rest of the group smiled. Some of the guys even stood up and clapped him on the back before going over to introduce themselves to Bruno. 

Bruno handled himself well, especially considering he was just as new to the ‘gay thing’ as Caleb. They’d talked about whether to go to the picnic as a couple and both agreed that it was the right thing to do. ‘I’m not leaving you, Caleb,’ Bruno had said with tears in his eyes. ‘Ever.’ Caleb had laughed, brushing tears out of his own eyes. ‘Guess I’m gonna just have to get used to havin’ a guy in my bed…and in my life.’

Rigo took it in stride, even guiding Bruno by the elbow over to the line for the barbecue when Derek Deerkiller appeared a moment later. “Here, Bruno,” he said, pulling the youth away. “Why don’t we get something to eat while Caleb and Derek talk shop?”

Derek placed his hand affectionately on Caleb’s shoulder, grinning at Bruno’s sudden jealous frown. “Don’t worry, kid. I ain’t gonna take yer man away from ya. I’m just takin’ Caleb over to have a little chat with Mom.”

Caleb looked over sharply at him. “Chief Deerkiller’s here? An’ she wants to talk with me? Why?”

Derek shrugged. “Dunno. Prolly sumthin’ to do with the investigation.” He laughed at Caleb’s panicked expression, soothing, “She won’t bite ya, Dawg! Very hard, at least. C’mon!”

Caleb’s heart was in his throat the whole way over to the little pavilion where Chief Deerkiller was holding court. He’d only met her a couple of times but found her unnerving. A small woman who possessed a fierce mien, she stood perhaps five feet tall but nonetheless towered over everyone else present. There were only a few strands of white in her long, black hair and her face had barely any wrinkles. She liked to stay fit, he knew; he’d crossed paths with her on more than one occasion during his morning runs.

“So, Dawg,” Derek was saying at his shoulder. “Bruno still not tellin’ ya what his last name is?”

Caleb’s reply was delayed due to his apprehension over his impending meeting with Chief Deerkiller. “Uh, no,” he said finally. “Sez he don’t remember it. Also sez he don’t remember the last names of his buddies.”

“Could be trauma,” Derek mused. “Could also be he don’t wanna leave you. If we get an ID on him, we’ll have to reach out to his next of kin and they’ll prolly come up here and take him away.”

“Yeah,” Caleb agreed, heart pounding loud in his ears. “I thought that, too. He hasn’t been ‘missing’ yet for even forty-eight hours yet so it’s no big deal. Tomorrow, though, we’ll have to get the State Police involved if he won’t tell us.”

Derek’s hand on his shoulder tightened. “Good man. Glad we’re on the same page. For now, please be my guest and continue enjoying your boy. He’s quite a looker, by the way. Could stand to gain a few pounds, though. Awfully scrawny…”

“I’ll fatten him up,” Caleb said, laughing. 

Derek looked over to the line in front of the barbecue where they could see Bruno piling roasted pig onto his plate. “Looks like he’s already working on that, Dawg! You might have to wheel him outta here.”

***

“Ah, the Chief of the Dog Clan has arrived,” Chief Deerkiller announced when Derek escorted Caleb to the steps outside of her pavilion. “You may enter.”

Derek clapped him on the back and walked away, saying over his shoulder, “Be nice to him, Mom! We need his help.”

For reasons that Caleb didn’t quite understand, the chief always referred to him as the ‘Chief of the Dog Clan’ when they met. He’d asked her about it once and she’d replied with a shrug, ‘All white men are dogs and you’re the biggest white man I know. That’s why.’ 

“Sit here.” She indicated the cement floor at her feet. 

Caleb stared at the floor, only hesitating a moment before lowering himself and sitting cross-legged before her. She was surrounded by other high-ranking officials from the tribe, all of whom were women. They ranged in age from their early twenties to their late seventies. He knew most of them and generally spent his time avoiding them. They flanked the chief, gazing down upon him with unreadable expressions.

“Derek informs me that there hasn’t been much progress on the investigation,” the chief began, settling back against the picnic table at which she was seated. “They haven’t found the car belonging to the missing climbers or even their campsite. It’s almost as if they disappeared without a trace.” She paused then, nodding to one of her friends. The older woman produced a small plastic bag and handed it over to Caleb. “Except they did find these.”

Caleb examined the evidence bag. It was sealed, dated and contained the precise coordinates of where it had been found. His eyebrows lifted in confusion. “Women’s underwear? But what–?”

“Look closer,” the chief said, smiling. “Those are not for women.”

He held the bag in his fingers, examining the pairs of bright yellow and pink panties contained within. They were extremely tiny and sheer, thongs really. And distinctly feminine. The chief was right, though; each pair was sewn with an obvious pouch, a pouch to hold distinctly male equipment. His cheeks colored and he tried to hand them back but she refused to take them.

“Shouldn’t these be, uh, back at the station?” he asked, eager to be rid of the evidence.

Chief Deerkiller nodded. “Under normal circumstances, I would say yes. But I believe they are better off with you. Why don’t you take them and show them to Bruno? It would be useful if he could confirm their provenance.” She waved her hand when he tried to object. “I insist you keep them.”

Caleb knew this was extremely unorthodox. Everything in his law enforcement training told him that evidence should never leave the custody of the police department in charge of the investigation. Chief Deerkiller was breaking several laws by insisting he take the underwear. And he would be breaking several laws if he accepted them.

He took them, stuffing the bag into his pocket. What choice did he have? He could tell by the chief’s demeanor that she wasn’t going to back down.

Their audience over, Chief Deerkiller motioned to Derek who was waiting nearby, just out of earshot. He smiled and approached, helping Caleb up onto his feet again. “You done with him, Mom? You didn’t hurt him, did you?”

The chief laughed, the first time that Caleb had ever heard her do so. “Of course not! Caleb is our ally and friend. Far from hurting him, I have entrusted him with a task that only he can accomplish.” She turned to Caleb, saying, “Now please go and enjoy the barbecue. Derek will show you the keg of beer we procured especially for our beloved public service officers.”

***

The beer was awfully good even if it affected his vision, making everything seem hazy and otherworldly. Caleb drank three, large cups before they left the barbecue a few hours later. It left him feeling pleasantly buzzed and happy…as well as slightly unnerved. While the effects of the alcohol wore off well before they left, the tricks the beer played on his vision did not. For the rest of the day, he saw halos and rainbows limning everything. It wasn’t unpleasant, just strange. After a few hours, he sort of got used to it, though.

Bruno had stuffed himself while he was meeting with the chief. Caleb found him splayed out in a lawn chair, his swollen belly hanging out of his t-shirt. Scattered around him were no fewer than six empty plates of food. How had the kid eaten so much in just the few minutes he’d been gone?

Caleb stopped in front of him, barely recognizing the kid anymore. Bruno was not only heavier but hairier, too. A full, brown beard now covered his handsome face, making his features appear rounder. Even the hair on his head could no longer be considered blond. Thick, dark brown curls had emerged seemingly by magic, swallowing up all traces of his white-gold hair. His shoulders, too, seemed wider. And thicker. In fact, everything about him was wider and thicker. With all of the added hair and weight, he looked like he’d aged about ten years and now could easily pass for thirty…Caleb’s own age.

When he opened his eyes, Caleb was startled to see they were no longer blue or even hazel, they were soft brown.

He looked absolutely fucking delicious and Caleb’s cock instantly swelled in his shorts.

“How ‘bout we, you know, go over into the boathouse over there and christen a couple boats with our cum?” he suggested, having trouble containing his growing excitement at his growing boy.

Bruno started to smile but then froze when he caught sight of his bulging stomach covered with a liberal coating of brown fuzz. “What the–?!” he exclaimed, reaching down to heft his belly in his hands. “How the–?!”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” Caleb said, heaving him up out of the lawn chair and into his arms. He hugged his newly softened boy and kissed him, not giving a fuck if anyone saw. “You’re on vacation. You’re allowed to indulge. Worry about it later. Right now, I wanna fuck yer tight, hot hole.”

And that’s what he did.

By the time they returned to the picnic–somewhat the worse for wear and slightly more disheveled–Caleb couldn’t help but notice how well Bruno filled out his shorts and t-shirt. The clothes that had previously hung off of the boy’s lanky frame were now pleasingly tight in all the right places. Bruno’s belly had swelled into a pronounced gut that pushed out before him. And his ass…

Fuck, that ass!

It had really swelled, too. Two succulent globes filled out the rear of his shorts. The canvas fabric was so snug that Caleb had an excellent view of each cheek. Fucking that new, round, pillowy ass had been a dream come true. Bruno’s butt now embodied the best of a man’s blockiness and a woman’s softness and Caleb was over the moon, so to speak.

“I feel so weird.”

Caleb placed an appreciative hand on Bruno’s swollen ass, squeezing. “Why’s that, babe?”

“I don’t know.” The boy looked around, rubbing his temples. “Something’s off. I can’t quite put my finger on it.”

“Don’t worry! Yer just a little overwhelmed is all. And you prolly ate too much. You’ll feel better after a shower and a nap.”

Bruno looked over at him, his round face breaking into a slow smile. (He was so cute with chubby cheeks!) “Somehow when I’m with you, Big Guy, everything is just better. I don’t know what I’d ever do without you.”

Caleb grinned, heart bursting in his chest. “I feel the same way, Bruno. I feel the same way.”

***

Chapter 4

Back at home, Bruno didn’t feel like napping after they showered together (and fucked again). Instead, he wanted to work out.

“We could go for a trail run,” Caleb offered. “I have a pair of shoes that’ll fit you.”

Bruno was too busy staring at his penis to reply right away. He reached down and held out his still-hard tool, frowning.

“Does it look smaller to you?”

Caleb glanced at it. He honestly had almost no interest in the boy’s dick. Oh, he was a good lover and spent plenty of time sucking Bruno off but he had no great love for dick. What he loved most was the boy’s reaction; Bruno loved a good blowjob! Now that the kid pointed it out, though, Caleb had noticed that his cock fit more easily in his mouth than before. The first time he’d sucked that long, skinny pole, he’d gagged on it. Now, it was easy to swallow and barely reached to the back of his mouth.

“Maybe a little,” he conceded. “But who cares? It’s just a cock.”

Bruno’s mouth twisted. “Says the man with the fourteen inch dick.” He’d insisted on measuring Caleb’s enormous tool earlier that day. “It’s true, though. I’m not imagining it. My cock is shorter. A lot shorter.” He closed his fingers around his little man, frowning. The tip of his cock barely poked out from his fist.

“At least it’s fatter,” Caleb offered. “It used to be pretty skinny. I prefer a stout cock over a pencil dick.” He jerked his chin at Bruno’s thick but short cock. “And that’s a stout cock.”

“That’s the problem.”

“It ain’t a problem,” Caleb countered. “Trust me. Yer better off that way.”

“But what if it shrinks even more?” Bruno wailed, his big, brown eyes growing round. “What if–?”

“Don’t worry,” Caleb interrupted. “You’ll be fine. Plus, you’re hotter than fuck no matter how small yer cock is. You could have a clit between yer legs and I’d still find you totally fuckable.”

Bruno opened his mouth to reply but Caleb stopped him with a kiss. After kissing him and groping him for a long time, he finally pulled away. “Now, let’s do something besides fucking. Wanna go for a run with me?”

As he asked this, he noticed two things: First, Bruno seemed to be a few inches shorter than before and, largely due to his diminished height, Caleb now had a clear view of the top of the boy’s head and it was pretty obvious that his formerly thick hair was thinning. Caleb wisely chose to keep his mouth shut, though. The boy was having enough trouble; he didn’t need to make it worse!

***

They ended up lifting weights in Caleb’s garage because Bruno didn’t feel like running. “I’m too full right now,” he said, holding his belly in his hands and bouncing it up and down. “But I could pump some iron. I’m really jonesing for a good workout.”

Caleb went along with it, enjoying the view when Bruno stripped off his shirt and let his round belly hang out. And this bigger belly wasn’t the only thing different; the boy’s chest was now covered in a coat of dense, brown hair. It curled around his big nipples (which were pleasingly puffy) and crept around to his back. His legs had thickened up nicely, too, and were nowhere near as sticklike as before. The brown fur covered them as well, accenting their curves. When he lay down on the bench press and Caleb took up the spotter position behind him, he saw there was now a small bald spot on the top of his head.

Bruno threw himself into the workout while Caleb mostly admired his rounder, heavier, hairier body. It was almost like he could see him filling out before his eyes. The boy’s muscles seemed to swell beneath the soft layer of padding that now covered his entire body. His round belly became a muscle gut. A very sexy muscle gut! And his glutes…Fuck! Caleb almost creamed himself watching Bruno doing squats.

Yeah, there was no doubt about it: Bruno was turning into a full-grown, husky, redneck bro.

He’ll fit right in here, he thought, adjusting himself in his shorts. He looks just like a local boy.

“What’s dat?” Bruno asked when Caleb laid down on the weight bench and something fell out of his shorts pocket. He picked it up, wrinkling his brow as he examined the contents of the little plastic bag.

Caleb looked over. “Recognize ‘em?”

Bruno squinted at yellow and pink panties. “Nope, they don’t look familiar.”

“You sure you never seen ‘em before?”

“No, I ain’t–”

“Wait,” Caleb said, sitting up. “Did you juss say, ‘ain’t’?” He laughed at Bruno’s embarrassed reaction. “Jesus, juss listen to ya! You were such a prissy city boy just a couple days ago.”

“Yer juss a bad influence on me is all.” Bruno was still embarrassed and rubbed a fragrant armpit self-consciously. His pit hair was extraordinarily long and dripping with sweat. Caleb had taken note of his pronounced body odor and couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy it. He appreciated a good, stinking man more than a freshly-scrubbed and perfumed one.

To distract himself, the boy opened the little plastic bags and dumped the girly thongs into his palm. Caleb sat up straight as a rich, potent scent–make that two rich, potent–wafted through the air, mixing with his and Bruno’s musky odors. It smelled delicious!

“Them’s thongs,” Bruno pronounced. “Girl’s thongs.”

“No, them’s not for girls,” Caleb corrected, still having trouble controlling himself as the twin odors tickled his nostrils. Those smells got him really, really horny! “Look at the pouches. Them’s for guys.”

“For guys–?!” Bruno started to say and then stopped. “Wait. I seen these before. They belongs to Jeremy and Brad. Sometimes they, uh, strip. They’s gots a side business. Say they like doin’ it. I always thought it was weird.”

“Hmmm,” Caleb mused, picturing the redhead and brunette stripping down and prancing around in thongs. “Not quite my scene but it’s pretty brave of ‘em. I’ll bet they’re real popular with the ladies.”

“They don’t do it for the ladies,” Bruno said. “They do it for the gays. They strip at gay bars.”

Caleb smiled. “Something tells me Jeremy and Brad aren’t as straight as you think.” He snorted. “Stripping for gays! Doesn’t sound like straight boys to me!”

“They is straight!” Bruno insisted. “At least mostly, I guess.” He turned to look up at Caleb, narrowing his eyes. “Yer not hot for ‘em, too, are ya? I don’t think I could–”

“Trust me, Babe,” Caleb interrupted. “Yer all the man I could ever want. Plus, they’re too scrawny. I like my man with some meat on his bones. And hair, too. Plenty of hair.” He stood and leaned over Bruno, wrapping his arms lovingly around his belly and squeezing. Bruno laughed and pushed his generous buttocks against Caleb’s half-hard cock. “Whaddaya think?” he asked, nibbling Bruno’s ear. “Wanna try one of them thongs on and do a little dance for me? I’ll reward ya handsomely if you do!”

Bruno did.

Stripping naked and then pulling the pink thong up his hefty, furry thighs, Bruno turned his back to Caleb and slowly, seductively moved the string between his big butt cheeks. He bent over and spread his legs as he did so, giving Caleb a stellar view of his tiny, tight, hairy pucker. Even after being fucked a hundred times, the boy’s asshole was still just as small and nubile as a virgin’s. Caleb nearly came in his shorts at the sight.

He was lifting his head to bay in appreciation when the full moon rose just high enough to peek through the open window. Caleb’s body went rigid when he saw it. His nostrils flared and he smelled something. Something oddly familiar. It only took him a moment to realize what it was: The scent from the thongs.

Jeremy and Brad’s scent.

Reality seemed to lurch and Caleb staggered, trying to get his balance. When he caught himself and looked up, he realized the halo that limned everything since he drank the beer at the picnic was even more pronounced. Kind of like a rainbow or the edge of a prism. It made the world seem hazy and insubstantial.

At the same time, Jeremy and Brad’s scent became more potent. He shook his head, sniffing. It was like the scent was three dimensional. Like he could almost see it. It was so clear that he knew exactly where the odor was coming from.

It was coming from the direction of Devil’s Pole.

“Caleb!” Bruno called out. “What’s wrong?” He was still wearing just the tiny, pink thong. His belly hung down over the pouch and his significant muffin top spilled over the too-tight waistband; the thong was designed to be worn by a much skinnier man.

Caleb so wanted to lunge at him and fuck the shit out of that big, fat ass but the twin odors caressing his nostrils overrode everything else. Even his insatiable libido had to take the back seat. He stood straight, wuffling the air and turning toward the window. The silver light of the moon was almost blinding. If he looked at it, he swore it was no longer the moon but a portal to another world.

He tore off his clothes and ran.

Loping naked through the forest, he was only barely aware of Bruno’s frantic yelling behind him. The boy’s cries soon faded away as he picked up pace. Running on two legs was inconvenient so he got down on all fours. 

There. 

That was better. 

He could cover ground faster this way. Plus, his nose was closer to the earth, making it easier for him to track the scents.

He lifted his head and let out a long, low howl. It carried for miles through the forest and was soon answered by a series of reciprocal howls. He grinned, tongue lolling out of his jaws. It was his pack. His pack was nearby. He was their alpha and would lead them to find the lost boys. He would need their help, too, when he got to Devil’s Pole. Even from this far away, he could feel it. 

He could feel the dark presence. 

He needed his pack!

Around him, the forest shifted and changed. No longer hazy and insubstantial, the trees became more real. They were ancient. Far older than humanity. This forest, he knew, had been here from the beginning. The moon that rose overhead was the first moon. The one back in the human world was merely a pale shadow of this one. He’d left the human realm behind and was now home.

This was his true home.

His pack joined him. They leaped out of the shadows, surrounding him. Their bodies were strong and well-muscled. Their fur was thick and bristly. Their teeth were long and sharp. Their furry ears laid back against their heads. They growled at him as they neared. It was a greeting, not a threat. They knew he was their superior, knew that only he could lead them. He snarled in return, glad to be together with his dogs once more.

They followed him, loping alongside. He taught them the scents that he was following. One by one, they picked them up, too. The two missing boys had come by here, lost in an alien world. They were utterly defenseless, utterly at the mercy of the darkness. He and his pack didn’t have much time. They had to reach them quickly!

The Grandmother Bear rose up out of the forest like a black needle. Darkness seemed to radiate from within it, drenching the rock with sickness and death. Caleb had never seen it like this before and grew alarmed. What if they were too late? And what if there weren’t enough of them? Could they face the darkness and win? Or would it tear them apart? He picked up the pace, leaping over fallen tree trunks and scrambling over ravines. His legs were tiring but he kept on. He would not give up until those boys were safe!

They found them in a clearing beneath the Grandmother Bear. Two young men, one with red hair and the other with brown. They were naked and terrified. Seeing the pack of dogs approach only made them more alarmed. They clung to each other, pale bodies scratched and bruised. Caleb knew that time moved slowly here, knew that even though more than two days had elapsed in the human world since they disappeared, here it was still the same night. It was always night time when he came here; he’d never seen it in the daylight. Did the sun even rise here? Or did the moon preside here alone? He didn’t know and it wasn’t important.

The pack approached the boys, encircling them. Caleb could feel the darkness growing stronger. He could feel it approaching. They could not let it inside the circle. They had to defend the boys with their lives. With a flick of his tail, he turned away from the boys and faced outward, getting down on his haunches and preparing to strike. His pack did the same. They were soon shoulder to shoulder, pressed tightly against each other. The boys huddled together in the center of their circle.

The moonlight grew dim. The forest grew hushed. The light breeze died in the trees. Caleb held his breath. He was panting from the long run but he was also pumped full of adrenaline. As frightened as he was by the impending battle, he was also ready. He loved to fight! He was the alpha, after all. No one was bigger or stronger than he!

It sounded far off at first but grew quickly closer. It was a high-pitched laughter, a cackling. It sent shivers through his body. The warm autumn air grew chill. A shadow fell across the glade as something floated down on leathery wings from above. It descended from the sheer rocky face of Grandmother Bear. Caleb crouched down, a low growl emanating from deep within his chest. He opened his jaws, saliva dripping from his long, sharp teeth. He was ready.

The laughter turned shrill. It was the shrill of victory, of hunger, of lust. It wanted to feast on the human boys. Drink their blood. Feed on their flesh. It saw them as tribute, as an unholy meal. Whatever it was, it knew that Caleb and his fellow dogs were no match for it. He knew that the evil thing thought they were funny. Such pathetic little creatures! They would soon die. And when they died here in the first world, they died for all eternity.

Caleb lifted his muzzle and bared his fangs. He was ready. He would die protecting these boys. It’s what he did. What he was. The protector. He didn’t care about himself or his life. He would die if necessary. Without hesitation. Without a second thought.

Just as the shadow from above had resolved into an umbra of fearsome blackness, the horrid, shrill laughter broke off and became an ear-splitting shriek. Caleb howled in misery at the sound; it hurt his ears! His fellow pack members joined in, howling at the tops of their lungs. Then, as abruptly as it had started, the keening fell silent. There was a sick thud as something heavy landed nearby. He looked over and saw only darkness.

And then he saw light.

“You can go now, Dog Clan. The Bear Clan will take it from here.”

It was Chief Deerkiller.

She stepped out from the shadows of the forest, wearing a simple shift and holding a small lantern. Behind her stood a dozen or so women. He recognized them from earlier; they were the same women who had been with the chief in the pavilion that afternoon.

As he stared at her, she inclined her head. “Thank you, Chief of the Dog Clan. I knew you would lead us to them.” She laughed, adding, “It seems you dogs have a use after all. For us, this forest is an impenetrable maze. Grandmother Bear made it like that to confuse the darkness, to make it harder to escape.  Without your lead, we never would have found our way here.” Turning toward the smoking pit of blackness nearby, she smiled, “We still remember the old stories that our mothers taught us. This evil thing came from people and will remain as long as people live. The best we can do is contain it, bring our light to match its darkness. We know what to do. Please take these intruders,” she inclined her head toward the cowering youths, “and go back home.”

Caleb bowed deeply to the women. They nodded in return. He and his pack were turning to lead the boys away when Chief Deerkiller called out behind them, “Remember, Dog Clan. Time moves slowly here. After you have taken them away from here, you are free to…amuse…yourselves however you wish.”

With that, she winked at Caleb and turned back to her sisters.

***

Caleb awoke with his cock lodged firmly inside a man’s hairy butt. It wasn’t Bruno. The man groaned as Caleb’s eyes blinked open and he heard the dude complain, “Jesus, Caleb! Did ya really have to ruin my asshole with yer big, honkin’ dick?” The man whimpered, reaching back to massage his ass. 

When he tried to detach himself from Caleb’s cock, though, Caleb stopped him. “Hey! We’re still knotted! You gotta wait til my cock softens up.” When the man squirmed, his asshole clenching around Caleb’s shaft, he warned, “That’s not helping! If ya keep doin’ that, I’m gonna have to fuck ya again!”

This seemed to have the desired effect and the man relented, waiting patiently for Caleb’s monster erection to subside. As he did so, Caleb studied the dude’s broad, muscular back and tapering waistline, finally recognizing him. It was the new ranger, Joe Hopkins; he worked for the Forest Service. And, man, did he have one of the nicest, firmest, plumpest asses that Caleb had ever seen!

Around him, men stirred, waking up in the fresh light of the dawn. Mist curled around them and it was still pretty dark but Caleb knew where they were: The parking area in front of the Devil’s Pole. He was surprised to find that his companions were all naked like him and Joe. Well, not completely naked; their collars still hung around their necks. And most of them were similarly bound together, cock to butthole. In all, there were over a dozen young men, comprising the male members of the police force, ambulance service, firefighters and forest rangers. Every one of them had been at the picnic the day before.

Caleb looked over at a rude squelching sound. He was just in time to witness the red, swollen cock of an EMT sliding out of a firefighter’s gooey hole. The EMT grinned apologetically as the firefighter winced in pain.

And speaking of wincing in pain…why did his own ‘back door’ ache so badly?

He had only to look over his shoulder to discover the cause of his throbbing discomfort: Rigo. His fellow deputy was wiping himself off behind him, his lipstick-red cockhead still poking out of its furry sheath. His cock wasn’t as big as Caleb’s but it wasn’t far behind. Caleb moaned, feeling his formerly virgin butthole complain. Rigo held up his hands innocently and Caleb grimaced. He couldn’t believe his best friend had just fucked him up the butt!

In the meantime, ‘Ranger Joe’ had gotten a second wind. He sat up on his haunches with Caleb still firmly lodged inside him and leaned backward, effectively sitting on Caleb’s lap. Caleb moaned, wrapping his beefy arms around Joe’s chest. Joe undulated his narrow hips, working Caleb’s throbbing organ up and down until they came to a ferocious orgasm. That Joe was quite a piece of ass!

Unfortunately for him, Joe didn’t possess Bruno’s magic butthole and he was left permanently gaping when Caleb’s erection finally subsided enough for him to detach. He glared angrily back at Caleb as he fingered his big, loose man-cunt. Caleb noticed he could easily slip most of his hand in there.

“Sorry, Joe! It’ll prolly tighten up again after a few days.”

Joe scowled, whining in pain.

Derek and the tribal police discovered them like that about fifteen minutes later, their squad cars tires spitting gravel as they wheeled into the parking area.

“Whoa, dude!” the detective exclaimed, climbing out of his cruiser and averting his gaze from Caleb’s nakedness. “Ain’t ya just full of surprises lately?” He grinned back at Caleb’s murderous glare. “I see ya took the party out here after the picnic and had a little fun with yer buddies.” He looked around, eyebrows furrowing. “And, speaking of fun, where’s yer boy, Bruno?” He paused, mouth falling open. “And who’re they?”

Caleb followed his gaze, eyebrows shooting upward in surprise when he saw two massively obese men lolling on the ground nearby. One of them was a redhead and the other was a brunette. They were completely naked, their pale, blobby bodies swollen by truly eye-popping layers of fat. Caleb had never seen guys that big before. They had to weigh over four hundred pounds! Their incredibly bloated bodies weren’t just naked, they were also covered with copious amounts of body hair. In fact, they looked more like fat bears ready to go into hibernation than people.

As they stared, the sleeping men stirred, lifting their dirt-smeared faces and looking around in confusion. When their eyes landed on each other, their mouths fell open and they started bawling like cattle. It was almost humorous watching them roll around on the ground, trying to push themselves up into a sitting position. They were so huge and heavy, though, that it took a lot of effort.

Finally succeeding, they sat gaping at each other, their giant bellies sagging like heavy aprons over their crotches, completely sealing their tiny penises away. They were like a couple of Buddhas but, rather than radiating peace and serenity, they were on fire with shock and disbelief.

“What the fuck?!” one of them bellowed. “We’re so fuckin’ FAT!” He lifted his chubby fingers to his face and feeling his round, bearded cheeks, started sobbing pitifully. ‘I’m FAT! I’m a fucking FAT SLOB!”

Caleb squinted at them, finally putting two and two together. Turning to the bewildered Derek, he said, “I think those are the missing rock climbers. I think that’s Jeremy and Brad.”

***

Bruno was outside Caleb’s cabin, chopping wood, when Derek dropped him off in his squad car. Wearing a camo baseball cap, a tight-fitting camo top that he found in the back of Caleb’s dresser drawer and a pair of jeans, he looked absolutely adorable. His big, hairy belly hung out of the shirt, draping over his belt and his massive buttocks swayed alluringly behind him. A can of Mountain Dew was perched on the steps nearby. He reached for it and took a swig, removing his cap and wiping his brow. Caleb noticed that his hairline had all but receded, leaving only a little tuft of brown hair above his forehead. He grinned from ear to ear when Caleb stepped out of the car.

“Jesus!” Derek breathed, staring at Bruno. “Would ya look at that? I almost don’t recognize him! What’re you feeding that boy, Dawg?”

Caleb didn’t answer; he was too busy admiring his boy. Balding, bearded, heavy-set and super hairy, he’d transformed into Caleb’s perfect man. He couldn’t have been more perfect than if he’d been designed in a lab.

Bruno’s cheeks glowed rosy when caught Caleb’s simmering stare. “It was cold out this mornin’,” he explained, falling happily into Caleb’s outstretched arms. “So I made us a fire. There’s breakfast on the table, too.”

Caleb lowered his lips and kissed him, feeling his hulking cock swell as the tip of his dick slid out of its sheath. He was glad that he was dressed in a borrowed uniform or he would have embarrassed himself again in front of Derek. “You weren’t worried? I thought you’d be worried.”

Bruno shrugged. “I knew you’d be fine.” He reached up and placed his hand over Caleb’s heart. “You’re not just my protector, you protect everyone in Bear Creek. That’s why I love you.”

Caleb felt like he’d choke up if he didn’t say something and so he announced, “We found Brad and Jeremy. They’re fine. A little freaked out and, uh, disoriented but juss fine.”

“I’ll give ‘em directions to here,” Derek called out helpfully from inside the car. “They’ll come by after they get done at the police station and pick you up…if you decide you want to go back with ‘em and, well, if there’s enough room for you in that car.”

“I knew you’d find them.” Bruno couldn’t stop hugging Caleb and Caleb wasn’t about to make him stop. “And I’m not leaving. I tole ya I’m stayin’ here and I mean it!”

Caleb didn’t even say goodbye or thank you to Derek. He picked up Bruno and carried him inside the cabin where he commenced fucking the chubby little redneck a new asshole.

***

Epilogue

“I can tell ya what happened to me now.”

“Go on.” Caleb propped his head on his hand and looked down at Bruno, marveling at his changes. There was nothing left of the formerly lean, ripped, blond jock. In his place was an adorable, furry cub. 

A furry cub with a button dick. He reached over and tickled the little nub that was all that was left of Bruno’s manhood. Bruno giggled happily. He’d come around to having nothing but a ridiculous clit between his meaty thighs. Caleb had taught him that it didn’t matter anymore; Caleb was man enough for both of them.

“It all makes sense, I guess,” Bruno said, cuddling up against Caleb. “I didn’t understand it at the time but now I do.”

“Yeah? Don’t keep me hangin’ here, bro. Tell me!”

“That night after the bar, Friday night.” Bruno’s gaze drifted off into the distance as he remembered. “I thought ‘bout what ya said an’ I tried talkin’ Brad and Jeremy outta climbin’ the Pole but they wouldn’t listen. Called me a pussy. I got mad at ‘em and stormed off.”

“Couple a pricks if ya ask me,” Caleb commented.

“They’re Ok,” Bruno insisted. “They’re my bros. They talk mean sometimes but they’re Ok.”

“If you say so.”

“Anyway, it was dark and I got lost. Then the moon came up. I thought it’d help but it made stuff worse. I got even more lost. I wandered for hours.”

Caleb nodded. “I tole ya about the Pole and the full moon. Folks ‘round here don’t mess with it. In fact, we tend to stay away from there as much as possible.”

“I get that now.” Bruno’s brow furrowed. “It’s cursed. That place is cursed. And now I’m cursed.”

Caleb cocked his head. “How so?”

“C’mon, Big Guy! Look at me! I’m cursed!” Bruno gestured down to his bloated, furry body and tiny knob. “An’ it’s ‘cuz I went to the Pole ‘stead of listenin’ to you.”

“I wouldn’t call you cursed,” Caleb murmured, licking his lips. “I’d call you improved. Yer fuck all hotter now than you were a couple days ago.”

Bruno giggled. “If you say so. The truth is I’m fat, juss like she said I’d be.”

“Who’s she?”

“Some woman.” Bruno shrugged. “I don’t know who she was. She helped me find the way out of the forest, though. Pointed me toward your place and told me to find you. As I ran away, she called out after me. Said I’d pay a price for trespassin’ and even my own mother wouldn’t know me no more. But she also said I was lucky ‘cuz you’d protect me from the worst of it.”

“The worst of what?”

“The curse, I guess. I mean, I don’t really know. I’m pretty dumb now.” Bruno sighed and then smiled up at him. “But she was right ‘bout one thing: You are my protector.”

“Hey, what can I say?” Caleb said with false modesty. “It’s who I am. I take care of people.”

“You do,” Bruno replied seriously. “You really do.”

Caleb was silent for a moment, stroking Bruno’s head. Finally, his face brightened and he said, “Maybe the curse has to do with the legend of the Pole. You know the Chippewa call it the Grandmother Bear, right? Maybe people who trespass there are turned into bears?” When Bruno regarded him skeptically, he looked hurt. “What? Yer my little bear cub, ain’t ya?”

“Ha ha.” Bruno rolled his eyes and then grew pensive.

“What’re ya thinkin’ ‘bout, Cubby?” Caleb teased. 

Bruno shook himself. “Oh, nuthin’ really. I was juss wonderin’ what’ll happen to Jeremy and Brad? They stayed and I left. That means that the curse’ll prolly hit ‘em even harder.”

Caleb hesitated a moment before saying, “Uh, yeah, about that…”

***