Bennie and the Bears: A Cub in Bondage

By Jack Brighton

After a steamy introduction into the joys of gay sex, the nineteen year old rugby player, Bennie Baxter, has another adventure in store with his two grizzly bears. Bondage is the theme that is proposed, and Bennie is happy to give it a go. To be honest he’d do anything the bears suggest, having experienced what they are capable of giving, and been mightily impressed. But an element of caution is brought to the fun, as Bennie starts to appreciate the delicate balance of the bears’ relationship. He knows he would never be allowed to come between them, so harmony is essential, which means using his brain as well as his stunning teenage body.
Scott McKay has some thinking to do. As an author of gay BDSM erotica, the younger bear knows plenty about the subject, but his actual experience is limited. The situation with Bennie opens the door to change that dramatically, but with his boyfriend firmly in control of the games, where does that leave Scott? ‘The man in the middle’ has been suggested, and that certainly would give him the full gambit of experiences – but in reality, how far will Scott be prepared to go in taking a more submissive role?
Dr. Jim Calder is in his element now. He has asserted his position as the man in charge, having orchestrated the most amazing sex. He is looking to extend his power, over the rugby cub Bennie and over his boyfriend Scott. But this expert in behavioural psychology could end up pushing things too far when mind games and bondage come together in a devastating finale.
Bennie and the Bears – A Cub in Bondage... There will be thrills aplenty, but there will also be hurt in a variety of forms, with each of the protagonists searching their souls as they try to deal with the situation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Firm Hand Books
• Release date: Apr 23, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310687754

Jack Brighton

Jack Brighton is a British author who specialises in M/M erotica - most of which, but by no means all, falls into the category of BDSM - a way of life that he has rich experience of. There are romantic overtones in some of his work, but you tend to get what it says on the label. All the books fall under the banner 'Flaming Hot Gay BDSM' or 'Flaming Hot Gay Erotica', so don't expect anything else. But do expect them to be flaming hot, with plenty of storyline and character development. A dry sense of humour also features, and a very vivid imagination. He is best known for his 'Tales from The Wild Side' series, where that imagination runs riot.Jack was brought up in a mining community in the west of Scotland, took his degree at Stirling, did a year's post- graduate in Edinburgh, then moved south to London, where he taught for a few years before moving into the finance sector, based in The City. Many of his stories draw on this background - as a gay man trying to find himself in what was more often than not a hostile environment.Having given up the rat race, Jack became a full time writer in 2010. He now lives in Brighton with his long term partner.Jack has also written mainstream fiction under the pen name J. K. Brighton.

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Bennie and the Bears

Book two – A Cub in Bondage

(Flaming Hot Gay BDSM)

By Jack Brighton

Copyright Tom Farrell aka Jack Brighton, 2014

Published by Firm Hand Books at Smashwords

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All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. As a piece of erotic fantasy where licence can be taken, certain scenes involve unprotected sex.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Next Book in the Series - A Cub in the Dark Extract

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot Gay BDSM Collection

Tales from The Wild Side Extract – Welcome to The Wild Side

Men of Power/ The Vorinovs Series Extract – Taken by the Vorinovs

Other BDSM Books Extract – In the Dark

Jack Brighton’s Flaming Hot Gay Erotica Collection

Erotica Extract – A First Time for Everything

About the Author

Chapter 1

Consciousness came slowly to Benneit Baxter - or Bennie as he preferred to be called. And with consciousness came awareness of things that were different.

To start with, it was a different bed he was waking up in. Different from the one that he’d slept in of late: a single affair that was more like a cot and took up a fair proportion of his unpleasantly small room in the Halls of Residence at Aberdeen University where Bennie had been studying for almost a month. This bed was much nicer – king sized and ever so comfortable, with lingering scents that were decidedly masculine.

Breathing in deeply, Bennie spread his chunky limbs to embrace the luxury of his surroundings. And that highlighted another difference – he was able to do so without obstacles in his way, which hadn’t been the case until recently. Was it minutes or hours he’d been alone? Bennie really couldn’t say. But there was one thing the fresher knew for sure: for most of the time that he’d been in this bed, he’d had company in the form of two big hairy men!

An easy smile came to the nineteen-year-old lad’s face as he remembered that happy fact. He’d spent much of the past day and all of the night with a couple of randy bears: Dr. Jim Calder who was a lecturer at the university, although thankfully not one of Bennie’s teachers as that would have precluded him from all that had happened; and Scott McKay, an author who was as yet unpublished in the mainstream, but something of a celebrity in the gay erotica genre where he wrote under the pen-name Jack Brighton. They were two refreshingly open-minded men who’d been boyfriends for over a decade, fascinating individuals in their own right, and a very interesting couple.

Bennie hugged a pillow as he wallowed in lazy contentment. In his hazy brain which was reluctantly stirring, he turned the pillow into a cuddly human teddy bear and clung to it with a passion as a result. Had he slept like this, he wondered? Bennie struggled to remember. It was all a bit of a blur in his semi-somnolent state. Then pieces of the jigsaw fell into place. Yes, there had definitely been body contact during the night, including the period when they’d actually got some sleep, with Bennie in the middle, snuggled between the bears, his head resting for much of the time on a warm furry chest. Which one though? Both he thought, flipping between the two of them. Probably forced to do so by the grizzlier of the pair – the one he had undoubtedly gravitated towards.

That would have been wrong, Bennie mumbled as he ran his fingers through imaginary hair and licked a chest that was made of Egyptian cotton. And this is wrong as well, he told himself, a niggling little concern rising before him and threatening to spoil his languid morning.

He tried to brush it off, but it wouldn’t go away – some things in life just had to be faced, like his homophobic mother who’d been indoctrinated by the Kirk and would be devastated if she ever found out what her only child had been up to. Bennie cringed. Now that was a visit that could definitely wait! He needed some time to gather his thoughts before making another trip to his hometown of Fraserburgh forty miles to the north. But the bears couldn’t wait unless he sneaked out of their house, which Bennie didn’t feel remotely inclined to do.

With a yawn and an almighty stretch the lad eased himself up to lie with his shoulders propped against the headboard. Opening his eyes properly, Bennie noted that the room was in semi-darkness, but it was light outside, the day well underway, with weak October sunshine forcing through the blinds. The clock on the bedside unit was saying 9:47, which on any other day would be spelling trouble – a tutorial he’d have missed or a training session that he’d be late for. But thankfully it was Sunday, which was fine for a lie in, so he didn’t feel guilty about still being abed. The Sabbath was supposed to be a day of rest, and for a student that implied nothing too cerebral - but pestered by that niggle, which was annoyingly persistent, Bennie forced his brain to kick into gear. As a consequence of his recent adventures, he’d been told to think a few things through, and maybe it would be best to do just that before he crawled out of bed and made an appearance downstairs where the bears were getting on with their day: breakfast by the smell of things, with the heavenly aromas of sizzling sausages and smoke-cured bacon wafting up the stairs from the kitchen.

A cooked breakfast! mumbled Bennie. Now there was another difference compared to his new student life, one that the youngster found mightily enticing and would go to investigate shortly... after he had a little think.

Two grizzly bears looking for a discreet but adventurous cub to play with!

That’s what had started it all – an ad Bennie had answered having stumbled across it on the internet. Given his mother’s homophobia which had obliged him to stay in the closet, and the fact that he played rugby where views were much the same, the need for discretion had a big attraction to a horny young lad who was desperate for some sex. He’d feared that the bears would be a huge disappointment, but how wrong he’d been about that! Both were magnificent big hunks of men: Jim in his thirties and Scott a year shy of it; a couple of ruggedly handsome studs who were also incredibly blessed, Jim in particular being hung like a horse, although Scott also boasted a hell of a big cock. Each on his own would have been an experience to savour, but they came as a pair or not at all, combining as a team to sensational effect, both of them having fucked him for hours on end with stamina that defied belief.

Grinning smugly, Bennie clenched his asshole as he recalled the poundings he had taken. His first as well – so that was another difference to both body and mind, Bennie Baxter was an altered person as a result of this weekend! The lad had arrived yesterday as an inexperienced virgin who’d never done anything sexually with a man. Now he’d been with two, screwed numerous times, fucked long and hard from an afternoon start all the way through to the early hours. It had far exceeded even his wildest expectations, although true to his age he could be doing with some more – a fact that was all too evident by the tent he was making.

Under the duvet Bennie felt his morning glory – a fine eight inch cock that had seen some action as well: sucked by both bears, spurting in their mouths, and even going down Scott’s ever so tight throat; coming four times during the course of many hours. He gave it a few strokes as he replayed scenes from their sex – Bennie firing off jism as he was mightily rode, the lad buggered and spit-roasted, lustily used in a whole variety of ways. What an amazing time they had shown him, the pair of them like animals as they insatiably screwed him, using his mouth as well as his arse, each dumping his muck in both those holes, taking it in turns - one giving him a taste of ball juice as the other drenched his bowels, then swapping around the next time they came.

Grizzly spunk! Bennie chortled, wallowing in remembrance. Fuck it was delicious, and different from my own.

He’d certainly drunk enough of it to make a sound comparison. The lad had proved to be a greedy young cub when it came to the bears’ semen, guzzling the stuff down, thrilled by the men’s flavours which were also different from each other. But with both of the bears possessing very productive balls there had been plenty of cream for Bennie to feast on. He smacked his lips as he brought back the taste and the methods of orally feeding him the chowder: Scott firing all of his into the lad’s mouth; Jim only the first squirt onto the tongue before blowing the rest over Bennie’s face; then returning a favour from earlier in the day by licking it off and sharing it between them.

Bennie closed his eyes as he recalled that particular moment: Scott buggering him from behind, the man still to blow; Jim at the front humping away at him, his cock still hard despite having come; Bennie sandwiched between their hot hairy bodies, grizzly faces all over his, lapping up spunk and sharing it out.

‘Very raunchy... And very clever – making sure Scott was included in the kissing. Which oddly enough felt more intimate than fucking!’ thought Bennie, dragging himself back to the task in hand – getting the right mindset before facing the bears a lot sooner than anticipated.

Sooner – because he hadn’t expected to be here this morning. Sleeping over had come as a big surprise. But the sex had drifted on till well after midnight, so instead of sending him home which was Jim’s original plan, the older grizzly had invited Bennie to stay – an offer that was gleefully accepted. It made things a little awkward however. What was he supposed to do now? Go down for a leisurely breakfast or make a hurried escape? This was all a new experience for young Mr. Baxter. What was the protocol for the morning after?

‘I could always ask them if I could have more cream for breakfast – a sort of dessert to follow the sausage and bacon!’ thought Bennie. ‘I might be lucky and get some more sex... or then again, I might get a clip round the ear and booted out the door without anything in my stomach.’

And it would be Dr. Calder’s hand that would do the clipping and whose foot would do the booting. Bennie knew from experience that the older bear wasn’t in the slightest bit shy when it came to dishing out violence, having spanked his arse raw before giving it a good fucking – adding some painful spice to the sex, which was something he said he wanted to do more of.

The bears liked to play rough – or at least Dr. Calder did! That was one of the things Bennie was told to think about, and do so before their next encounter which had provisionally been set for the following weekend. To help him in the task, he was to read one of Scott’s books which would give him an idea of some of the things they could get up to if Bennie was willing.

‘I will be!’ was the immediate conclusion. ‘Whatever it is, I’ll give it a go.’ A very bold statement, but the lad was sure of himself, because based on his experiences here in this house, he was sure of the bears. Or to be more precise... he was sure of Jim Calder.

‘I trust him! Odd having known him for less than a day... but I do. I trust him. Whatever it is he wants to do to me – if I’m not happy about it and ask him to stop then he definitely would.’

So with that sort of confidence, of course Bennie would come back the following weekend, no matter what depravity was in this book he was to read. Whatever they got up to, there would unquestionably be more fucking involved - which in itself was an excellent reason to return, because having tasted the forbidden fruit of buggery, the lad was now addicted to having his ass screwed. And where else was he going to find a man for the job that came anywhere close to either of the bears. It also sounded like an amazing adventure that would enhance the great sex they were both capable of giving him – and he claimed to be adventurous, which indeed Bennie was. A whole new exciting world could open up for him, here in this house, the home of the bears, discretion guaranteed because of Jim Calder’s job.

So why not start right away?