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Capone snapped awake, shaking his head. The big burly grizzly bear glanced around, and was instantly both shocked and angered by what he found. He was strapped into a heavy metal chair of some kind, leather straps holding his muscled body firmly in place. And he'd been stripped of his usual leathers, now wearing only a very skimpy pair of black briefs. What the fuck was this? What fucking moron had been stupid enough to do this to him? Him, leader of the Beast Bears, the toughest, strongest, most-feared all-bear biker gang on the west coast! When he got out of here, whoever had done this was dead. He and his crew would wreck them and anything they cared about! He tried to survey the room around him, but it was all in shadow, the only light directly above him, beyond the reach of its light, there was only darkness. “Time to get started with you, I suppose.” Said a voice. A moment later, someone stepped out of the shadows into the light. It was a grey furred rabbit, with a tall and slender body, wearing only some jeans. “What the fuck is this?” Capone demanded. The rabbit sighed. “I guess I just lost my wager with Pet. You didn't say something more original as I'd hoped. Just the same thing every other member of your gang said when they woke up in your position.” “You've got my buddies here too, you freak?” The bear snarled, struggling uselessly at his restraints. “Yes, they're in the room right now.” The rabbit laughed, mischievously. “Perhaps you'd like to see them?” Without waiting for a response, he called out. “Pet, be a dear and hit the lights!” “Yes, Sir.” Came the response from the darkness. A moment later, the whole room was flooded with brightness as more ceiling lights flickered on. Capone could now see it was a mostly empty concrete room with only one door to his left and no windows. There was another rabbit standing by the light switch next to the door. In front of him, a large TV was set up. Along the wall to his right was a line of large low cages. And in each cage was a bear he recognized. This fucking asshole had his gang locked in cages like animals! They all seemed okay, but they all looked to be dressed like him, wearing nothing but briefs. But they each also had a leather collar around their neck. What the hell was that about? Gunner and Mammoth were the only ones awake, staring at him, wide-eyed and smiling, the height of the cages keeping them crouched on all fours. The others all seemed to be curled up in their cages, sleeping peacefully. He looked back at his captor. “What kind of sick bastard are you?” Capone growled, his hate for this scrawny bunny growing by the second. “That's rich, coming from a violence loving psycho like you.” The rabbit spat back at him. “Pet, step over here.” The rabbit by the door walked over to his side, he was shorter and stockier than the other, with white fur. Now that Capone took a good look at him, he saw this guy, this 'Pet', was wearing only some skin-tight shorts. He was also injured, wearing a neck brace and one arm was in a plaster cast. “You probably don't recognize my Pet here.” The grey rabbit said, placing an arm around the other's shoulders and cuddling him affectionately. “You probably didn't get a good enough view when you ran his car off the road just for the hell of it...” He was right, Capone didn't recognize him. He didn't care either. “Like I give a fuck!” He said. “What the hell are...? The grey rabbit cut him off. “Don't waste your breath asking questions, as I will not be giving you any answers. Suffice to say, you and your gang hurt someone I love, and there was no way I was going to let that go unpunished.” Capone ignored him, once again straining at the straps holding him in place. “You lot call yourself Beasts.” The rabbit continued. “And you often act like beasts as well. So I decided you were all in need of taming. Let's show you what I mean. Pet, I see Gunner and Mammoth are awake. Be so good as to open up their cages, would you?” “Yes, Sir.” The white rabbit said, glaring hatefully at Capone as he walked over to the cages. He flipped open the catches on the two inquestion, allowing the doors to swing open. The occupants stared out uncertainly. As Capone watched, the grey rabbit smiled warmly at the two heavily muscled black furred bears. “It's okay, pets, come over here!” That was all the encouragement they needed and they bolted out of their cages, happily scampering over to the rabbit on all fours and kneeling before him, grinning up at him. The restrained grizzly could hardly believe what he was seeing. Gunner and Mammoth were two of the roughest, most savage members of his gang! “Guys!” Capone barked at them. “What the fuck are you doing? Beat the shit out of this bunny and get me out of here!” The two massive bears cowered away from his yelling. The grey rabbit stroked their heads soothingly and they nuzzled lovingly at his paws. “It's alright, my pets, don't worry, he can't hurt you.” “He's scary...” Whimpered the huge brutish black bear named Mammoth. “Yes, he is.” The rabbit agreed. “But he won't be for much longer. Just ignore anything he says for now...” “You fucker! What have you done to them?” Capone said, shocked and horrified by what he was seeing. “I have tamed and them.” The grey rabbit said. “I turned them from savage violent beasts into gentle loving obedient pets. And now I shall be taming you. When I'm done, you will be begging me to collar you and be one of my pets, just like all you friends did.” He looked to the white rabbit. “Pet, please get the screen started.” “Of course, Sir.” Said Pet, shooting Capone a smug grin as he walked over to the big TV. The restrained grizzly started yelling a steady stream of insults and cries of defiance. The grey rabbit ignored him completely, looking down at the two tamed bears at his feet. “Hey, Gunner!” He said, playfully. “You know how much you love sucking cock?” The bear named Gunner nodded vigorously. “Yes, Sir!” “I want you to go ahead and give Capone here a nice blow-job.” The rabbit told him. “Make him cum and suck his balls dry. Can you do that for me, my pet?” “Oh yes, Sir!” Gunner said, already drooling at just the thought of having a cock to suck. “I'd love to do that for you, Sir!” The rabbit patted him on the head. “Then get to it, there's a good pet!” Gunner immediately dashed to Capone, yanking down his briefs and quickly wrapping his muzzle around the restrained grizzly bear's cock. “Fucking stop it, Gunner!” Capone cried out, but the black bear sucking at his meat paid him no attention. “And Mammoth, I need you to do something very important for me.” The rabbit said, gently scratching behind the other black bear's ears. “Anything, Sir...” Mammoth replied, staring at the rabbit adoringly. “I need you to stand behind Capone there.” The grey rabbit told him. “I need you to hold his eyes open and make sure he keeps looking at the TV. Can I trust you to do that for me, my pet?” Mammoth nodded. “I promise I won't let you down, Sir!” The rabbit smiled at him. “I'm sure you won't, dear Mammoth. Off you go.” The huge bear clambered to his feet, rushing to obeyed, a happy look plastered across his features. He soon had his big paws clamped on either side of Capone's head, holding it still, his fingers forcing his eyes open. He completely ignored the yelled protests of the grizzly bear. By now, the white rabbit had switched on the TV, the screen now displaying a swirling mass of hypnotic spirals and multi-coloured patterns. Forced to watch, Capone quickly found himself drawn into it, his mind relaxing, his thoughts rapidly fading. By the time the audio of hypnotic pulses started up, overlaid with a recording of the grey rabbit telling him to relax and obey and be a good pet, Capone barely noticed, deep in a trance. The two rabbits stood at the door, watching as the grizzly bear's growls gradually died away, his body struggling less and less until he stopped completely. “Thank you, Sir.” Said Pet, lovingly nuzzling against the grey rabbit. “Thank you for going to all this trouble, doing all this for me.” “Oh, my darling Pet.” Said the other rabbit. “When it comes to you, nothing is too much trouble. I was actually tempted to do something far more horrible to these beasts...” He shook his head. “But your suggestion was just perfect. Now we just need to find good homes for them all. That shouldn't be too difficult though. I know plenty of guys all over the world who would love the chance to own a loving and loyal pet bear...” He switched off the lights and led his Pet out of the room, closing the door behind them. Leaving Capone, last of the Beast Bears gang, to continue his hypnotically induced journey to becoming a tamed and obedient pet...
“So, how have you been? I haven't heard from you since that weekend a few weeks back...” Zeke stared down at the coffee mug in his paws, nervous. The bear was trying to summon up the courage to do what he came here to do. “Yeah, I've just been a little distracted, thinking over lot of stuff...” “Are you okay?” Asked Greg, sitting across the kitchen table from him. The stocky badger was a little concerned with how withdrawn and anxious his big bear friend seemed to be. Normally, Zeke was so much more outgoing and exuberant. His current attitude was worrying. “If there's anything you'd like to talk about, I'm here for you, buddy.” “Actually, yeah, there is something I wanted to talk to you about.” The bear said, seeming to be doing his best to avoid eye contact. “It's about that weekend we saw each other last, I've been thinking about it a lot...” Greg had been afraid of this. “It's okay, Zeke.” He said. “I swore to you I wouldn't tell anyone what happened, and I meant it. No one beyond the two of us will ever know.” “I know, and I trust you.” The bear replied. “But that's not what I wanted to talk about...” He took a deep breath, summoning up his courage to say the next part. “I want us to do it again.” The badger was momentarily stunned into silence. “Seriously?” He eventually managed. Zeke nodded. “Yeah, I know it was just supposed to be just the once, as a result of me losing our bet. But for the past few weeks, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I've had to eventually admit to myself that I enjoyed it. I... I actually loved it...” “You loved it?” Greg was having trouble processing this. “The big headstrong natural leader loved being hypnotized and controlled and being someone's obedient servant for a weekend?” “I know it's surprising...” Zeke said. “Trust me, no one is more surprised than me, I had no clue I had this whole side to myself! But I can't deny it. I loved it and I just... I feel like I have this need to do it again.” Greg was absolutely shocked. He had seriously enjoyed having his friend under his hypnotic control for a weekend. Having the hunk parade around in just his underwear, act like his loyal servant, using him as a footstool. And afterwards Zeke had seemed to take his hypnotic humiliation with good humour. But he'd been under no illusions that it had been a one time deal, and only because of the bet. “If I'm brutally honest...” The bear added, cautiously. “I actually found it kind of hot, being under your complete control...” The badger went wide-eyed at that. Anything actually sexual had been out of the question in their hypnotic session, promising as much had been the only way to get his friend to agree to it. “So, I didn't just drop by today to catch up over coffee...” Zeke said, finally looking his friend in the eye, his expression full of pleading and hope. “It was to ask if we could do it again? Maybe even make it a regular thing?” “Wow.” Was all Greg could say, hardly believing this. It was like a dream come true! “In fact... I was wondering...” Zeke said. “I mean, if you're okay with it... maybe we could even drop the 'no sex' thing, see how it goes?” It was all the badger could do to stop himself blurting out an immediate and overly enthusiastic agreement. He had to handle this properly. “Are you absolutely, completely sure about this? That this is what you want?” “Greg, I've been thinking about this for the past few weeks.” Zeke assured him. “I'm certain. I want to be hypnotized again. I want to experience that wonderful loss of control again. I want to experience that fantastic feeling of mindless obedience again. More than that, I think I actually need it. Please!” Greg smiled warmly at his friend. “Okay then, let's do it!” “Thank you, buddy!” Zeke smiled back. “I really appreciate it !” “Not as much as I do!” The badger laughed. “Now then... just look into my eyes and relax...” The bear obeyed and was soon sinking into a deep hypnotic trance again. Just the simple sensation of feeling his thoughts fading, his mind sinking deeper and deeper, filled him with an immense happiness and contentment. In being hypnotic controlled, he had unexpectedly discovered something he loved, and he was determined to embrace and enjoy it as much as possible...
Karl looked himself up and down in the mirror, admiring what he saw. He looked amazing, his whole body encased in skin-tight rubber, the shiny latex hugging every curve and bulge of his muscular frame. The sight of the shiny black material covering every inch of him was enough to arouse him, his hardening cock straining at the latex keeping it contained. The rubber hood was especially impressive. It had been specifically made to fit a bear like him, and it fit his head like a glove. He was looking out through a pair of round plastic lenses. A metal zip around the muzzle allowed access to his mouth if he needed it. He found he could breathe easily through the air holes at the nose. As a latex-fetishist, a suit like this was a dream come true to Karl. It was going to be worth every penny it was going to take to buy it. “You okay in there?” The bear looked up at the voice. It was the owner of the fetish store, just outside the small changing room. Karl quickly unzipped the muzzle in order to respond. “Yeah, I'm good!” “You manage to get the suit on okay?” With a roll of his eyes, the bear replied. “Yes, I managed just fine, thank you!” “Good.” The owner said, yanking open the door and stepping through it. He was a burly panda dressed in leather gear. “Hey, a little privacy, please!” Karl protested at his intrusion. “Oh, you don't need any privacy, hot stuff.” The panda said, as he looked the rubber clad bear up and down. “Wow, you look so hot in that suit!” “I know!” Said Karl, accepting the compliment. “Let me just get it off so I can pay for it...” “No need to be hasty.” The store owner said, grinning. “There's actually a couple of special features of that particular suit, upgrades that I added myself! Let me show you!” He pulled a small device from a pocket and hit a button. Suddenly, Karl was unable to move. It was if the latex was suddenly solid, holding his body in place. “What the...?” He started to cry out, but the panda quickly reached out and zipped the hood's muzzle closed. After that, he could only mumble through the rubber. “Do you like the immobility setting?” The panda laughed. “Don't worry, it's just to keep you still and unresisting for the next stage.” He hit another button. The lenses over his eyes went black for a moment, rendering him blind for a few seconds. And then they lit up, displaying spinning multi-coloured spirals, the swirling patterns filling his vision. He found he couldn't look away, couldn't close his eyes, his mind already ensnared by the hypnotic projections. All conscious thought quickly drained away, seemingly sucked out of his head by the spirals dancing before his eyes. All awareness of the world around him faded away, suddenly seeming unimportant. It felt so good to just stand there and relax, to keep watching. Nothing else mattered... He was vaguely away of being able to move again and being guided by the arm, walking somewhere for a short distance and then stopping. “Now you just stand here and let yourself get brainwashed.” The voice of the panda came to him. “You'll be safe and private here in my store room. I'll be back for you later. In the meantime, you can listen to my voice...” There was a click, and the hypnotic patterns in his eyes were joined by hypnotic sounds in his ears, hidden earphones in the the hood flooding his head with soothing and pulsing sounds, accompanied by a recording of the panda's voice. “Submit. Obey. Serve. You are a lowly slave drone. You have no thoughts. You exist only to serve me, your Master...” The voice droned on and and on, filling the rubber bear's head with commands and instructions that sank deeply into his enthralled mind... Sometime later, the voice and the spirals suddenly switched off. The bear blinked, coming back to full consciousness. Standing before him was the panda, a huge broad grin on his face. “That should be more than enough.” He said, reaching out and unzipping the muzzle of the hood. “Report your status.” The rubber encased bear obeyed the command. “This drone is now fully programmed and ready for service. All thought and free will have been purged.” “And what are you?” The panda prompted. “This unit is a mindless slave drone.” The bear replied without hesitation. “It exists for the sole purpose of obeying and serving you, its Master.” “Excellent!” The panda clapped his paws together. “Your designation will be Drone #3.” “Acknowledged, Master.” The bear that had once been Karl said, his reprogrammed mind automatically accepting the new name. “Right, the store is all closed and locked up.” The panda said. “Come along, let's get you home. You'll fit right in with my other two slave drones!” Drone #3 followed his new Master, the latex clad bear bound for a new life of mindless obedience and servitude... |
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