Working Bears 2: Tabloid Troubles

Jack tapped lazily at his laptop, jumping from web site to web site, searching fruitlessly for some kind of inspiration. Eventually, he gave up, slamming the computer closed, slumping miserably at his desk.

Damn it! He needed to come up with something. Deadlines were looming. There had to be some celebrity or athlete or politician up to something lurid and embarrassing. Or at least, lurid and embarrassing enough to fill an article that would help sell papers. But all his usual sources were turning up empty. He had no leads.

The raccoon sighed, leaning back in his chair thoughtfully, doing his best to tune out the noise from beyond his office door, the hustle and bustle of a busy newspaper office.

Okay, he had to admit it was perhaps stretching it a bit to call the Weekly Expose a 'newspaper'. 'Cheap tabloid rag specialising in sensationalist garbage rather than actual news' was a more fitting description. But damn it, it was HIS cheap tabloid rag. It might not have been the height of investigative journalism, but it paid the bills, and he he was good at it.

Or at least, he usually was. This week he was having a lot of trouble finding someone to write about. It was very rarely like this, usually it was extremely easy to find something dramatic about someone in the public eye. It always had been, in all the years he'd been doing this, ever since that first piece he did way back when...

An idea suddenly hit him. If he couldn't find something new, maybe a follow up on an old story? A wide grin on his muzzle, he flipped open his laptop again, calling up the old article he had in mind. It had been his first for the paper, the one that had secured him his job there. 

The old piece appeared on his screen and he reread it, recalling all the hard work he'd put into it, digging up the dirt of the article's subject.

Bert Walker, grizzly bear and professional boxer. A rising star in the sport. At least, until Jack's story about his personal life. After that, Walker's career took a major nose dive.

It turned out Mr. Walker had quite a kinky side. He had strong interests in leather and bondage, complete with a special room in his house full of all kinds of special S&M sex toys. More than that, he'd often indulge in these pursuits with prostitutes.

Jack had managed to get photos of the bear's private play room, photos of him picking up hookers, as well as interviews with several of the girls he'd 'played' with. With all that, he'd been able to write a killer article full of perverted details that their readers had lapped up.

Yeah, it had kind of wrecked Walker's prospects and he'd dropped out of the public eye. But by that point, he'd already earned a ton of cash, more than enough to live comfortably for the rest of his life. Jack hardly felt sorry for him. Besides, it was the guy's own fault for being such a weird pervert. Or at least not being more careful about hiding it.

So, the question was, what was he up to now? It could make for a good story. If he's still up to that kind of stuff, there would be a great 'hasn't learned his lesson' angle, let the readers feel superior. If he's not, then he could do a 'seen the error of his ways' piece, not as good, but would still make for a good read.

His decision made, he started making calls. He just had to find out where Bert Walker was these days...

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This was all very weird, Jack thought to himself, as he sat in his car, processing what he'd just seen.

It had taken some effort, but he'd managed to find the whereabouts of Walker. The former pro boxer was now working as a trainer at a small gym. Quite the come down. Maybe a good basis for a 'how the mighty have fallen' kind of story.

He'd sold off his large luxurious house, downsized to a much smaller but still very comfortably sized home. He didn't seem to be doing too badly for himself.

The raccoon had followed him, hoping to stumble across something he could use. More prostitutes perhaps. Or maybe he'd visit one of those fetish night clubs he'd heard tell of.

But no. For several days, the bear had lived a very normal quiet life. Work at the gym, grocery shopping, nights at home. Jack wondered if he had a play room n that new house of his, but unfortunately, there was no cleaner for him to bribe to let him in to snoop around this time.

He'd been starting to think he wasn't going to find anything good and juicy. And then tonight...

Walker had left home in the early evening, getting in his car and driving off somewhere, breaking his normal routine. Jack had been certain that this was it, the big break he'd been waiting for and had followed him.

The bear had driven into the city and then left his car at a big parking garage, proceeding on foot to a nearby alleyway. Jack had discreetly followed, camera at the ready, hoping to snap a photo of something good and illicit.

He watched from a hiding spot behind a large foul-smelling dumpster as Walker had headed along the alley, stopping at a big metal door and knocking at it. A few moments later, it had opened to reveal.... well something he'd not been expecting to see...

The door had been opened by a large muscular ferret, dressed only in a very skimpy blue spandex briefs and a leather collar. He had smiled warmly at the sight of the bear.

Jack knew better than to allow his surprise at something unexpected to stop him getting his story, so he had started snapping pictures. Whatever this was, he wanted evidence of it.

"Knockout!" The ferret said, happily. "Welcome back!" 

"Thank you, Sir." Walker had replied. "It's good to be home."

The raccoon had managed to get a glimpse of the bear's face, taking note of how thrilled he seemed to be to be there.

The ferret had stood aside, allowing Walker inside. Then the door had closed, leaving Jack confused. What was this place? Who was the half-naked ferret? Why had he called Walker 'Knockout'? Why had Walker called him 'Sir'?

Was the ferret some new playmate? That didn't make sense. Jack had dug into the boxer's personal life enough to know he was completely straight. He was also always the dominant one when indulging in his kinky shit. Him calling the ferret 'Sir' was at odds with that.

So what was this? He had settled into his hiding spot and waited, to see if the bear reappeared anytime soon. But it just got weirder...

Now and again, another guy, another bear of some kind, would turn up, knock on the door, and be allowed inside by the big ferret, who would always greet the arrivals happily and with a weird name. Grapple. Battalion. Axe. He had taken plenty of photos.

He had given up waiting for Walker to reappear, so had instead taken a walk around the building, trying to determine what the place was. It was a large building, certainly. But all the windows were blacked out. He didn't get too close, as he noticed various security cameras and didn't want to arouse suspicion.

He'd found a front entrance to the place on the street and had walked past nonchalantly. But the only clue had been a plaque identifying the place as the 'Working Bears Club'. Shortly after, he'd returned to his car.

As he sat in his car thinking about it all, he had no idea what to make of any of it, but his instincts told him he'd definitely found something. He just didn't know what it was yet...

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Jack headed back to the cheap motel he was staying at while in the area and got to work, backing up his photos onto his laptop and then diving into some research.

It took a few hours, and a multitude of calls, but he was able to dig up something. That Working Bears place was apparently some exclusive private members club of some kind. Exactly what kind of club was a detail he hadn't yet discovered.

The place was owned by Thurman Industries, the big corporation owned by that weird reclusive genius. But he quickly discarded the idea of Thurman being involved in the place. A super rich bastard like that probably owned all kinds of crap he didn't know about.

So Walker seemed to be working at some strange club... but doing what? And there was the fact that he'd called the place 'home'...

He sat back, scrolling through the photos of the various bears and that ferret. As he did, something started to nag at him, some feeling of familiarity. And then it hit him...

He was certain he knew that ferret from somewhere. Once he realized that, it only took a few moments to remember him. But it couldn't be, could it?

A quick internet search brought up some pictures that confirmed his suspicion. The ferret was Victor Kazinski. The Kaninski's were a super rich family, the result of many generations of being ruthless industrialists. However, Victor had a reputation for being a party animal, a troublemaker and bad boy. The Weekly Expose had run stories on his exploits more than a few times. He'd dropped out of the public eye a few years back, and it was just generally assumed he'd finally calmed down and settled into to a quiet life.

But all the old photos showed Victor Kazinski to be of average, even slightly skinny, build. No wonder it had taken him time to recognize him. Since he'd last been seen, the ferret had seriously bulked up, developing the physique of a bodybuilder.

And what was he doing at this weird club, letting bears in while half-naked?

None of this was making sense. None of it was adding up.

So where did he go from here?

After much consideration, he decided it was time to confront Walker. Perhaps he'd take him by surprise by what he knew and the bear might accidentally let something slip, some clue that he could follow up on...

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It was actually a few days before Walker returned home. Jack and staked out his home waiting for him and it had turned out to be a long wait before the big grizzly reappeared, returning to his house as if everything was normal.

Once the bear had gone inside, Jack took a deep breath and got out of his car. He knew there was an element of danger in confronting Walker like this, but he was determined to risk it, to try and get some clue that would help put the pieces together for his story.

Strolling confidently up to the front door of the bear's house, Jack quickly slipped a paw into his pocket and pressed record on the dictaphone he had there. Whatever happened next, whatever was said, he wanted a record of it.

He pressed the doorbell, hearing the chime resonate through the house inside. He took another deep breath, suppressing his fear and anxiety. Whatever happened next, he knew he could handle it.

The door was yanked open and he was suddenly face to face with Walker. The bear towered over him, glaring down at him with a mix of confusion and annoyance.

"Yes?" Walker said, his voice a deep rumble. "Can I help you?"

"Hello, Mr. Walker." Jack smiled pleasantly. "My name is Jack Myers, and I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions..."

"Hang on." Walker interrupted, his eye narrowing. "Jack Myers, the reporter?"

"Yes, that's me." The raccoon nodded. "Now, if I could just ask..." 

"You wrote the story that wrecked my boxing career."

Jack paused, trying to judge whether or not to go on. Of course he'd known that it was possible Walker might remember his name. Now it was a matter of if the bear was holding a grudge. He didn't seem likely to try and attack him, his expression and body language were pretty neutral.

He decided to push ahead. "Yes, that's me. I'm writing a follow up, so if I could..."

"Whatever you're going to ask." Walker sneered. "The answer is no comment. Go away and leave me alone."

He started to close the door. Thinking fast, Jack blurted out something to try and get his attention. "How is Victor?"

The bear stopped, the door still half open. He was staring at the raccoon, surprised. "Excuse me?"

"Victor. The big ferret at the Working Bears club." Jack chose his words carefully, being sure to only say what he knew for certain, but phrasing it in such a way as to suggest he knew more. That way it was more likely the bear might let slip a detail he didn't know. "Where you've been for the past few days..."

He was hoping Walker might say something about the club, maybe confirm in some way what he did there, whether he worked there or was a visitor or what. But the bear remained resolutely silent, frowning at him.

Jack decided to push things a little further. "I'm going to be writing about it all, of course." He shrugged, trying to look and sound nonchalant. "But I'd much rather be able to include your side of things, if you could just answer a few simple questions..."

The big bear sighed. "I suppose you'd better come in and we can talk about it." He stepped back, opening the door wide, motioning for the raccoon to enter.

He smiled and strolled inside, congratulating himself. He'd done it! Walker was going to talk to him! Whatever he said, whatever clue or quote he might get from the bear, it would enhance his story considerably.

The front door clicked shut behind him. "So, where..." He said, starting to turn towards the bear...

And caught a powerful punch across the muzzle. Sharp pain blossomed across his face and he staggered back against the wall. "What the fuck?" He spluttered.

Walker stood before him, paws raised and clenched into fists. The bear's expression was suddenly intense, his eyes seemingly glazed over.

"Protect Master..." He murmured as he threw another punch.

The bear was too fast and the raccoon too shocked to react. Walker's fist hit its target, striking Jack in the face once again and once again slamming him into the wall.

The raccoon slumped to the floor, consciousness slipped away from him and world went black...

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Consciousness came back to him slowly and painfully, light and awareness creeping back in on him. His throbbing ache is his jaw yanked him back to full wakefulness.

He groaned and immediately went to raise a paw to his face. But he found he couldn't. It suddenly hit him his paws were already raised.

He opened his eyes to see what the hell was going on and didn't like what he saw. He was restrained, strapped tightly to a large wooden X shaped frame. He'd seen such things in his research for the original Walker article. Hell, he'd seen one in Walker's playroom.

But now here he was, strapped to one. He looked about the room he was in. It looked very similar to the BDSM playroom he'd seen in Walker's previous house. Wall racks displayed a large number of leather items, a variety or restraints and gags and whips and things he couldn't recognize.

Dotted about the room were other bondage items. A leather sling hung from the ceiling on one corner . Another corner was home to a metal cage big enough to contain someone provided they remained on all fours. There were other things as well, wooden frames of odd shapes with leather restraints bolted to them. He could only imagine how they were used.

He struggled against the restraints holding him in place, but quickly gave up. They were too secure. He was well and truly trapped.

He cursed himself for misjudging the situation with Walker so badly. He had been sure that the bear wasn't going to try anything, he hadn't picked up any warning signs. The bear had just seemed calm and collected, not even a hint he was about to beat him unconscious and imprison him 

Now here he was, trapped in what he assumed was Walker's new playroom, no idea what lay in store for him...

The room's single door opened and Walker stepped through. Jack's eyes widened at the sight of him.

The bear had changed and was now wearing almost nothing. He wore a black leather jockstrap that fit his crotch tightly and left nothing about the size of his cock to the imagination. The only other thing he wore was a thick black leather collar around his neck.

He strolled across the room to the restrained raccoon, his thick bulging muscles flexing and rippling as he walked. Jack gawked at his physique. He looked a lot bigger and in better shape than he had back when he was a boxer.

The grizzly stopped in front of him and stared intently at him for a moment, He then raised a paw towards the raccoon's face. Jack flinched...

But then he saw the bear was carrying an ice pack. He let him place it against his aching muzzle, the coolness soothing the pain somewhat.

His mind was racing, desperately trying to figure out what to do. He was on the verge of freaking out here. Should he get angry, demand to be released? Or be more polite, beg for mercy, to be set free? Which was more likely to work, to get him out of here so he could go straight to the police?

If he was brutally honest, he wasn't sure anything would work. Walker obviously held a bigger grudge than he had ever suspected. So he was unlikely to let the raccoon go, at least not before extracting some form of revenge.

But still, he had to try something...

"Please," he begged. "Please, let me go. I'm so sorry about what I did to your career, but this won't change anything. Please, just don't hurt me..."

The grizzly bear blinked, looking confused. "Hurt you? You think...?" He let out a short laugh. "I'd never dream of hurting you! I should be getting down on my knees and thanking you!"

Now it was Jack's turn to be confused. "Excuse me? But my story... what it did to your boxing career..."

Walker shrugged. "Yes, I can see how you would think I would be out for revenge." His muzzle split into a broad grin. "But really, you did me a favour. Your story about my private life sent my life in a completely different direction, to a place where I truly belong..."

"But then why..."

"Why do I have you restrained?" The bear finished for him. "Because it is what Master ordered me to do after I let him know what you knew. As grateful as I might be for what you did, I live to serve my Master and will never disobey him."

"Master?" Jack's mind was racing, trying to figure this out. He remembered seeing Walker call that big ferret 'Sir'. "Would that be the ferret? Victor?"

The bear giggled at that.  "Oh wow. You don't seem to know as much as I thought you might. No, Victor is not my Master."

"Then who is it?"

"He'll be here soon." Walker replied. "He wants to talk to you. If you're very lucky, maybe he'll become your Master too..."

The raccoon recoiled at that suggestion. "That's not going to happen. I'm not into this kinky shit..."

The bear gave him a smug smile. "Doesn't matter what shit you're into. If he wants you, you'll be his."

"I don't..." Jack began, but was cut off by the sound of the doorbell.

Walker was suddenly energetic, quaking with excitement. "He's here!" He gently removed the ice pack from Jack's face and then rushed out of  the room.

The raccoon hung there in his restraints, thoughtful, puzzled and a little afraid. He still had no idea what the hell all this was about, or what was going to happen to him next. He supposed it all depended on what this mysterious 'Master' may want of him.

He could hear muffled voices beyond the room but was unable to pick out exactly what they were saying. And then someone new entered the room, a tall and well-built brown bear wearing an expensive business suit, with the tie undone slightly. He looked mildly annoyed. Walker trailed in behind him, head bowed slightly, his whole stance submissive.

This new bear had a phone raised to his ear and was talking. "...I'm going to be longer than I thought I would, something has come up... You two have my permission to go ahead and have some fun together, and yes, you may cum... I'll be there later." He hung up and put the phone away and stepped towards the raccoon.

As this bear approached him, Jack was certain he looked familiar. It took a few moments, but then it hit him. He'd seen this guy's picture when researching the Working Bears club and Thurman Industries.

It was Dr. Bernard Thurman.

Shocked into silence at the unexpected appearance of a world renowned genius as Walker's 'Master', Jack struggled to find something to say. "I... you..."

"You know." Thurman sighed, looking the restrained raccoon up and down. "I could really have done without this today. It has been a very busy few days for me..."

Behind him, Walker had fallen to his knees, paws behind his back, looking up at Thurman with love and adoration.

"Okay, " Said Jack, forcing aside his surprise at the identity of Walker's Master. "What the hell is all this? I..."

Thurman's paw shot out and clamped onto the raccoon's muzzle, holding it closed. He fixed Jack with a domineering stare. "Be quiet. I really am not in the mood to play around." He shook his head, letting out another sigh. "All the time and effort I put into secrecy and security, and some hack tabloid reporter just stumbles onto key details..."

Jack momentarily bristled at the description of him as a 'hack'. Yeah, technically it was true, but that didn't mean he had to like it.

And his reporters instincts were kicking in. Bernard Thurman was involved in all this. If he could just get out of here, the story  he could write would likely be the biggest of his career...

"Now, I am going to question you, Mr. Myers." Thurman said, firmly. "And you are going to tell me everything you know." He released Jack's muzzle.

The raccoon eyed him warily. "What makes you think I'm going to tell you anything?"

Thurman smiled. "What makes you think you have a choice?"

"You can't..."

The brown bear waved a dismissive paw. "Oh, please spare me your protests. I doubt you'll come up with anything I haven't heard before." He glared at Jack. "The fact is, I am the one in control. Look at you, a pudgy reporter all restrained and unable to escape. Whereas I am strong and intelligent and free to do whatever I like with you."

Jack shrank back from him silently. It was true. He was completely at Thurman's mercy. His imagination started to fill with the possible tortures the bear could inflict upon him.

Thurman reached out and gently and caressed one side of the raccoon's face. "No need to look so fearful." He said, soothingly. "I'm not going to hurt you. There will be no pain. Quite the opposite in fact. So just relax. You're not going to be harmed."

The raccoon squirmed slightly at the bear's touch, not knowing if he should believe him. "I don't..."

"Hush now." Thurman said. "Don't talk just yet. Just listen. Relax and listen, let my voice wash over you..."

Jack had to admit, there was something relaxing about Thurman's voice, it did seem very soothing. Against all odds, he felt himself start to relax...

"Yes, just relax and listen..." Thurman's smooth voice continued. "You'll feel so much better if you just relax and listen... I imagine you don't know if you can trust me. Why don't you just look into my eyes, see how serious I am when I say I will not hurt you? It could you help you feel better, more relaxed..."

Jack looked up at the bear, their eyes meeting. They were such an amazing deep blue colour, piercing and serious, but also honest, no hint of deception. Thurman wasn't lying to him...

He kept looking into those eyes as if his gaze were locked in place. He couldn't look away... but then, he didn't want to. Why would he? It felt so good and relaxing to look into those wonderful eyes. In spite of everything, his mind and body were relaxing.

Why had he been stressed out to begin with? He was having trouble remembering... something about a story? A club? It must have been important, but now, it didn't seem like it was, not as important as listening and relaxing...

Listening... It occurred to the raccoon that Thurman had been talking this whole time while he was distracted and drawn in by those eyes, the bear's words filtering into his head without him really noticing them.

It didn't matter. He was too relaxed now to care. He kept on staring into those blue entrancing eyes, listening and relaxing and...

And...

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...

...

Awareness gradually returned to the raccoon, trickling through his brain slowly but surely.

Confusion washed over him. Where... where was he? What was going on? Hadn't he...?

A moment later, his memories came flooding back. Getting punched into unconsciousness by Walker. Waking up in restraints in his playroom. Thurman showing up and... what? Getting him to relax? What the hell had happened there?

He suddenly snapped awake, filled with anger and bewilderment, but found he couldn't move. He was no longer restrained on the wooden frame. He was on his knees, paws behind his back, stripped almost naked, now in only his boxer shorts, which were tented at the front, his hard cock straining at the fabric, a damp spot at the tip. 

As he tried to move, he heard a jangling, clinking sound. He realized that his arms and legs were restrained in some way. He could feel metal manacles around his wrists and ankles and decided that the clinking sound was probably that of chains, which seemed to link the manacles together, preventing him from moving too much.

"Master! He's awake!"

Jack looked about at the voice. He was still in Walker's playroom, he noticed, but now on the floor in the centre of the room. About him were his discarded clothes, strewn about. Kneeling by the room's only door was Walker, the bear wearing just as little as he had been before. He was the one who had called out.

A moment later, Thurman entered the room, stepping past Walker. He was carrying an open laptop...

Jack frowned. Hang on...that was his laptop, the one he'd left back at his motel room!

"How did you get that?" He demanded. "What are you...?"

"Silence." Thurman said.

Suddenly, Jack was unable to speak. He opened and closed his muzzle, but no sound would come out.

"That's better." Thurman nodded. "Now, I'm just finishing up here..." He hit a few more keys on the laptop and then closed it. "All done. All your photos, all your notes and research, all deleted." He tossed the laptop to Walker, who caught it and held into it.

"Now," The big bear, turning back to Jack. "You might be wondering how I have your laptop. I had my chauffeur go grab it and all your stuff from your motel after you gave me all the details of what you knew and where you were staying."

What? The raccoon was confused. He wouldn't give up that information! He would...

"And yes, you did tell me everything." Thurman continued, cutting off Jack's thoughts. "I hypnotized you to the point where you would tell me anything I wanted to know. Which you may find difficult to believe, but well, I am extraordinarily talented when it comes to hypnosis."

The raccoon wasn't sure he believed it, but... but Thurman did seem to suddenly have his laptop. And he had a gap in his memory, how he went from restrained on a cross to restrained and half-naked on his knees. Could he have been in a hypnotic trance?

"And I must say you seemed to enjoy it." Thurman said with a smile. He stepped forward and nudged the raccoon's hard cock through his tented underwear. The physical contact, however brief, set of a surge of sexual electricity that buzzed through the raccoon's body, causing a momentary shudder.

"Of course." The brown bear added, as he withdrew his foot. "That could be because I told you to enjoy it..."

Jack's mind was reeling, trying to take in and process everything that was happening. Did he just get sexually excited by another guy touching him? If he had been hypnotized, what did that mean? Could Thurman just have him do whatever he wanted now?

"By the way," Thurman said. "I wanted to take the opportunity to say thank you."

That caught the raccoon of guard. He looked up at Thurman, confused, but unable to say a word, unable to ask what he meant.

But Thurman seemed to pick up on his confusion. "You're story, the original one about Bert Walker. It's what first brought him to my attention. A handsome, physically fit bear who already had an interest in leather and bondage? How could I resist? I had to make him mine. So, without you, I probably wouldn't have Knockout here."

At the mention of the name Knockout, Jack looked past Thurman at Walker, still kneeling by the door holding his laptop.

Thurman saw him looking. "Yes, Mr. Walker is Knockout." He confirmed. "It's his true name these days, his name as my slave and as one of the staff at my Working Bears club."

At Jack's wide-eyed look, Thurman continued. "Yes, he's my slave, as are all the staff at the club. It just took a bit of hypnosis and some mental reprogramming, and now he's a good and happy slave. Aren't you, Knockout?"

From where he knelt, Walker... or Knockout or whatever... he nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, Master! I live only to serve you!"

Thurman shot the grizzly a smile, then returned his attention to Jack. "So, thank you, Mr. Myers, for  your part in making Knockout mine. He's proven to be a very good slave." Behind him, Knockout beamed with pride at the compliment.

"But that said," Thurman said, his tone now more serious. "I need to figure out what to do with you. Obviously I can't let you go, knowing what you know. I could wipe your memory... but you have inconvenienced me at a very busy time, I feel disinclined to allow that to go unpunished. And Knockout... you did ruin his boxing career. As well as it may have turned out in the end, it was a shitty thing to do, and I feel you should also pay for that in some way..."

The big brown bear paced back and forth, thoughtfully, as Jack watched him, silent and fearful as to what punishment he might come up with. He was coming to the realization that whatever it was, he was at Thurman's mercy and would likely not be able to do anything to stop it..

"Hmm." Thurman muttered to himself as he paced. "Staff at the club? But he's not a bear... although there is that species transformation serum the lab is working on... no, it's not worth wasting on him..."

The kneeling raccoon was helpless to do anything but watch and listen as the bear continued. "Servus? No, doesn't seem right... Personal slave maybe? But I've got plenty already..." His gaze fell on the kneeling grizzly by the door and he stopped and smiled. "Of course!"

He spun around to face Jack. "I have the perfect fate for you! After all, you wronged Knockout here, its only fair he get some recompense as well! Knockout?"

The kneeling bear behind him perked up. "Yes, Master?"

"Go fetch my bag from my limo, it'll have everything I need." He grinned broadly at Jack, rubbing his paws together. "We have work to do here!"

Jack didn't like the sound of that. As Knockout leapt to his feet and left the room, the restrained raccoon felt like he should be doing something, make at least some attempt at resistance. He started to struggle against his bonds, even though he could instantly tell it was futile.

Thurman looked at him struggling uselessly, shook his head and then let out a sigh. "Freeze." He commanded. Jack's whole body suddenly froze, he was unable to move a muscle.

"You've got to love post-hypnotic commands..." The brown bear chuckled to himself.

He then glared down at the frozen, silent raccoon and sighed. "Couldn't you have picked some other time to stumble on some of my secrets and cause me trouble? Some time when I am not extremely busy?"

Of course, Jack couldn't answer, just glower back at the brown bear looming over him.

It wasn't much longer before Knockout returned, carrying a leather doctor's bag. He handed it to Thurman and then sank to his knees beside his Master, looking up at him adoringly.

Thurman ignored him, focusing on his bag. He flipped it open and rummaged through it briefly before pulling out a small silver case. Setting the bag down at his feet, he opened the case to reveal a syringe and a small vial. He proceeded to fill the syringe with the contents of the vial.

Jack could only watch helpless as the bear did this, worrying and panicking. It was obvious the injection Thurman was preparing was meant for him. But what the hell was it? What was the crazy bear going to do to him?

As Thurman turned toward him, syringe in paw, he seemed to notice the raccoon's fear. "Oh relax." He said. "This won't harm you. It's just a little concoction of mine that increases susceptibility to suggestion, to hypnosis and mind control. It'll make your brainwashing a lot easier and more effective. Now, let's get on with this..."

There was nothing Jack could do to protest or resist as Thurman stepped forward, tilted the raccoon's head to one side and plunged the syringe into his neck. Jack could do nothing but endure the stinging sensation as he was injected with Thurman's concoction.

After removing the syringe and wiping at the entry wound with some sterile gauze, Thurman stepped back, returning to his bag, leaving Jack to wonder how long the stuff he'd been given would take to start effecting him and if he would even notice.

That thought was quickly answered as he started to feel strangely light-headed. A few seconds later, he found it suddenly difficult to fully focus his attention on anything or keep his thoughts straight. Every time he tried to think, the thought seemed to evaporate in his mind before it fully formed.

He was aware of Thurman returning to him, but found it difficult to care or feel anything about it. The bear's voice reached his ears. "Just relax, don't worry about anything..."

The words seemed to wash over his brain, soaking deeply into his mind. He found himself relaxing, not worrying...

"Relax."Thurman continued. "Relax and let the sights and sounds fill you..."

A moment later, Jack felt something, some kind of headset, being slipped on over his head. Earphones were slipped into his ears. Some form of visor was slipped over his eyes. Once these were in place, there was a brief pause of a few seconds and then they came to life.

His ears were filled with sound, strange yet soothing. He thought maybe he could hear a voice underneath the sounds, but he couldn't make it out, his head felt too fuzzy to focus enough. And his vision was suddenly filled with light, swirling colourful patterns dancing in front of his eyes, drawing him in, making him him feel more and more relaxed.

What few thoughts he had faded away into nothingness as the sound and light filled him...

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Jack snapped awake, blinking.

What... what happened? Where was he? Memories came back to him, but told him nothing about what was going on now. The last things he remembered were vague and cloudy, probably a result of the injection Master Thurman had given him. But he was somewhere different now.

He was aware he was lying on his back, a mat of some kind underneath him. He was looking up at black metal bars.

With a little effort, he rolled on to his side. His body and mind were both feeling a little slow and sluggish, but that seemed to be fading fast, his thoughts clearing, his body gradually feeling steadier and stronger.

He glanced at his surroundings and realized he was still in Master Knockout's playroom as he had been before, only now he was lying in the bear's black metal cage, the padlock on the door telling him he was locked in...

He stopped himself, confused. Hang on, had he just thought of the bear as 'Master Knockout'?

He thought of the grizzly bear boxer again. But try as he might, he couldn't think of any name for him, think of him as anything other than Master Knockout. He didn't like what that might mean...

It was probably that damn Master Thurman, he must have messed with his head, he must have...

And then he stopped as he realized that he also couldn't think of the brown bear as anything other than Master Thurman.

He slammed a paw against the side of the cage in frustration. Damn them! They...

The raccoon's thoughts came to a stop as he looked at the paw resting on the bars of the cage. There was a black leather cuff around the wrist, locked in place with a small padlock.

Jack looked down at himself, noticing for the first time that he was dressed differently. Locked leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles. A steel ring around the base of his semi-erect cock and ball sack. Attached to the ring was a leather strap that ran up his body and connected to a harness of leather straps across his chest. There was a thick leather collar around his neck, locked in place with a small padlock.

Why was he dressed like this? He wondered. But that thought seemed odd and strange. This was a normal outfit for him...

He shook his head. No, that wasn't right. Was it? He knew he hadn't worn anything like this before now, and yet some part of him was telling him it was normal and good for him to be like this, that it was nothing to be worried about.

Jack knew it had to be down to Master Thurman. Something had been done to his mind. But try as he might, he couldn't get very upset about it. Every time, his anger quickly vanished, replaced by feelings of contentment.

In fact, as he thought about the brown bear, he felt more and more aroused, his cock hardening and throbbing. After all, Master Thurman was such a strong and sexy bear, powerful and dominant, of course he was excited at just the thought of him, of serving him and...

The raccoon hit himself on the side of his head. No! This wasn't him! He wasn't attracted to males!

Or was he? The more he thought about it, the more it seemed only right and natural to want to be with males, to serve them sexually. He felt so confused, so...

"Ah, you're finally awake."

Jack looked up at Master Knockout. The grizzly bear was just walking into the room, dressed as before in only a leather jockstrap. The raccoon glared at him, wanting to hate him, wanting to get angry and yell at him. But he couldn't stop thinking about how sexy the bear looked.

Knockout stopped in front of the cage, staring down at the captive raccoon. "Master Thurman had to leave." He said. "He had things he need to do. But he left me with instructions. You belong to me now. You are to be my slave."

Conflicting thoughts and feelings welled up in Jack. A part of him felt happy and excited, his heart skipping a beat at the prospect of serving this hot, handsome bear. But another weaker part cried at him that this was wrong, that he was no one's slave.

The bear towering over him seemed to notice his difficulties. "It's okay." He explained. "Master explained to me that with a quick and dirty brainwashing session like the one he did with you, it can take a little time for the new programming to settle in. And that I could help it along when you woke up."

Jack to tried to speak, tried to ask questions, but his warring thoughts made it difficult. "What... what's going on?" He eventually managed.

"It's very simple." Master Knockout explained. "Master Thurman decided that as punishment for your transgressions, you will be my slave, until such time as Master decides otherwise. You will live with me here in my home, serve and obey me in whatever way I like when I'm here, and take care of my home when I'm not."

The raccoon tried to process this. Why did that sound like a fantastic fate? Surely he shouldn't feel as happy as he did at the prospect of serving this bear?

"Of course, we are both still slaves of Master Thurman." Knockout continued. "But when we're alone, and have no orders from Master to the contrary, you and I will be Master and slave. Do you understand?"

"I... yes..." Jack wanted to respond more emotionally, more angrily, but found he couldn't. But protests did spring to mind."But... but my job... my home..."

"All taken care of." The bear told him. "While you were in a trance earlier, Master had you call in to your job and resign. He also had you sign a letter of resignation he drafted, which will be posted to your newspaper in the morning. As for your home, I imagine Master Thurman will have some slaves clear it out within the next few days. I'm not sure what will happen to your possessions, probably sold or put into storage. It doesn't matter. You don't need them anymore."

The thought of his old life gone completely managed to drive some resistance in Jack. "No!" He managed to blurt out. "You can't...!"

Knockout interrupted him by slamming a paw down onto the top of the cage, silencing him. "Your old life is gone. This is your life now, slave."

The bear calling him 'slave' sent a shiver of excited expectation through him, causing his cock to throb a little. But still he tried to protest, even though the part of him that wanted to was fading. "But... I..."

"Enough!" The bear barked, looking a little annoyed. "Protest one more time, and you will be punished. Severely."

The raccoon shrank back in his cage. The thought of being a bad slave, one bad enough to be punished by his Master, it filled him with a cold sense of shame he couldn't quite explain.

"Now, let's hear you being more respectful and accepting of your position." Knockout growled. "I am your Master and you are my slave. Do you understand?"

The words sprang to his mind without even thinking about them. They just seemed right. "Yes, Master Knockout." Jack said.

The grizzly bear smiled and nodded. "Much better. Now, let's get you out of that cage and have some fun." He reached over to a hook on the wall, where a set of keys was hanging. He selected one and crouched down beside the cage. "Master Thurman told me the best way to help your new programming settle in would be to break you in some, treat you as the slave you now are. And I intend to do just that." He unlocked the padlock on the cage door and swung it open.

As the bear stood and returned the keys to their hook, Jack stared at the cage door, wondering what to do. He wanted to exit the cage, but some nagging feeling was holding him back, stopping him.

"That's a good slave." Knockout said, grinning down at him. "Waiting for permission to leave your cage."

Good slave. Those words reverberated around Jack's head, filling him with pride and happiness. It just felt so good to have pleased his Master. And he realized Master Knockout was right. Not having permission was what had been holding him back...

The bear walked away from the cage to the centre of the room. "You have permission to leave that cage, slave. Crawl to your Master's feet."

Jack was moving before he even consciously processed the command. Remaining on all fours, he left the cage, his limbs feeling slightly stiff from being confined. Feelings of contentment washed over him as he scurried across the floor to the bear. He was obeying Master's orders, that was he was meant to do, it was his purpose in life.

Was it? As he came to a stop at the bear's feet, he felt confused. He couldn't deny how good and right it felt to obey Master Knockout, but he also knew his head had been messed with to make him feel this way. Consciously, he knew he should be more upset at what had been done to him, but that was an idea it was proving more and more difficult to hold on to.

"Good slave." Knockout said, sending another wave of happiness through Jack's mind, eroding his resistance further.

"Thank you, Master." The words slipped out of the raccoon's muzzle before he realized it. It was just automatic, natural.

"Stand up, slave." The big bear commanded, his voice radiating authority. "Stand to attention."

Jack hauled himself to his feet. It felt good to be stretching his stiff limbs more, they were feeling a lot better now. He pulled himself upright, clasping his paws behind his back, staring forward.

"That's good." Master Knockout nodded. "Stand right there. I want to take a good look at my new slave."

The raccoon froze in place, not wanting to disappoint his Master. Even if he wasn't fully understanding why.

Knockout circled around Jack, glancing him up and down, and running the occasional exploratory paw over various parts of the raccoon's body. "Nice." He commented. "But a little pudgy, could use some work. It doesn't matter, we'll get you into shape."

Jack simply stood there, shivering slightly with delight every time his Master touched him. He couldn't help it, it just felt fantastic to be fondled by the bear.

Stepping in front of him, Knockout stared into Jack's eyes, filling the raccoon's view. "Now, my slave, are you ready to serve your Master?"

Before Jack could reply, Knockout shot out a paw and grabbed his cock, gripping it tightly and giving it a good squeeze. He let out a startled gasp, a shock of sexual pleasure rippling through his body and smashing through his thoughts.

"Well, slave?" The bear demanded.

"Yes, Master, I am ready to serve you." Jack said, an edge of eagerness to his voice. He actually meant every word. He wanted to serve this magnificent bear so badly, and had trouble caring if he'd been brainwashed into wanting it or not.

"Then beg for the honour of serving me!" Knockout grinned.

Jack frowned, a brief glimmer of doubt crossed his mind. He wanted to serve his Master, but did he want it enough to...

His train of thought came to a crashing halt by Knockout once again squeezing his cock in his firm grip, flooding his body with more waves of pleasure. "Don't think!" The bear growled. "It's not your place to think! You obey! Beg to be allowed to serve me, to be used by your Master!" He gave the cock another tight squeeze for emphasis.

"Yes, Master!" Jack blurted out, not thinking about the words, just wanting to obey. "Please allow this slave the honour of serving you, please let me be used by you, Master!"

"That's more like it! Good slave!" Knockout released Jack's cock and gave him an approving pat on the head.

"Thank you, Master." Jack said, the words feeling right. His mind was reeling from the feelings of pride at being a good slave combined with the sexual bliss of his Master having fondled his cock.

"Now, let's get you broken in..." Master Knockout grabbed Jack by the shoulders and roughly shoved him across the room toward the X-shaped wooden frame he'd be strapped to when he first woke up here earlier.

Jack let his Master guide him, any last shreds of resistance not being strong enough to allow him to do anything else.

Knockout pushed him against the frame, this time facing towards it. He proceeded to quickly strap the raccoon's wrists and ankles to the ends of the large wooden X with thick black leather cuffs, leaving him spread-eagled and firmly secured.

Squirming slightly in the restraints, Jack felt an odd feeling of surprise. He'd had no idea how good something like this could feel. Held tight, completely at the mercy of his Master, to be used in whatever way his Master saw fit. His cock, now pressed up against the wood of the frame, throbbed with excitement with what might happen next.

He didn't have long to wait. Knockout ran his paws down Jack's back slowly, kneading and massaging him, his touch causing the raccoon to relax, warm contentment flowing through him.

When the paws reached the base of Jack's tail, they swept around it, grabbing and squeezing the butt cheeks. Jack gasped at the fondling, pushing his rear back into his Master's grip, eager for more.

But instead of giving him more, his Master grabbed his tail, lifting the bushy mass up and out of the way, exposing his ass. A second later, he felt something long and hard slide between his cheeks, teasing at his tail hole. It took him a second to realize it was the bear's cock, thick and hard.

He's going to fuck me! The thought caused his will to resist to rise up one last time, I'm not ready to be...

Knockout shoved forward suddenly, grunting as his thick meat speared into the raccoon's ass. Jack cried out at the pain of the intrusion that blossoming through him, and at the alien, unfamiliar sensation of having another male inside him. His whole body shuddered in his restraints.

The bear pushed in more and more, as far as he could manage, ignoring Jack's cries and whimpers. Once he was in, he paused, allowing the raccoon a moment to pant and splutter and catch his breath.

He reached up and stroked  Jack's head. "It's okay, slave. I know it hurts. But that will pass. Just relax and let it happen. Remember you begged me to use you, so be a good slave and enjoy your Master using you."

Jack's thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion. He wanted to be a good slave, to please his Master, but some part of him was clinging to the idea that this was all very wrong, and the pain proved it... and yet, he had asked for this, begged for it even. It was only right he serve and obey his Master in whatever way Master wanted.

Suddenly, the grizzly bear pulled out slightly, his cock sliding out, filling Jack with more strange feelings. Then without warning, he slammed back in, causing Jack to gasp again. Then he did it again. And again.

For his part, Jack was trying to obey, trying to relax and enjoy his Master inside him. The initial pain was fading now, his body seemed to be getting accustomed to the thick cock impaling him, moving in and out. As the pain subsided, it was replace by something else. Pleasure. Thick, intense sexual pleasure.

Every time Knockout thrust into him once more felt better than the last. Each slam was now sending waves of ecstasy flowing through him, building in intensity with each thrust, filling him with a tingling warmth.

Pleasured growls and rumbles came from the bear as he carried on pounding away at the restrained raccoon, establishing a good rhythm, focusing himself entirely on the overwhelmingly blissful sensation of fucking his slave.

It wasn't long before Jack lost himself completely in the pleasure, it quickly building to a point that every one of Master Knockout's thrusts blasted waves of intense fiery pleasure through the raccoon's body. He'd had no idea getting fucked could feel this incredible. A part of him was hoping it would never stop. Any last fragments of doubt or resistance him had now been dissolved, gone forever.

And it wasn't just the physical pleasure, it was the knowledge that this was his place, his purpose. He was a slave, being used by his Master. That filled him with a sense of completion and contentment unlike anything he'd felt before. Pure intense blissful happiness filled his entire being.

He lost all sense of time as he revelled in the feeling of being relentlessly fucked by his magnificent Master's thick throbbing cock, the bear's pace and rhythm gradually became faster and faster.

As much as Jack wanted it to, it couldn't last forever, the pulsing throb of his Master's cock as it plunged into him again and again telling him that the bear was approaching his climax. He wasn't sure how he knew that. Part of his programming maybe? He didn't really care.

Jack tried to make the last moments as pleasurable for his Master, he wanted desperately to please him. He pushed his ass back against him as much as he could manage, trying his best to clamp down on the bear's meat with his tail-hole.

When the moment of Master Knockout's release came, Jack was not ready for it. The bear's paws suddenly jumped to his shoulders, grabbing the raccoon and holding him tight. He thrust into Jack on final savage time, hard and fast, and released.

Jack felt the explosion of warmth and pleasure as his Master orgasmed inside of him, his cock spurting his seed deep into the raccoon. He threw his head back, letting out a cry of delight, which mingled with the mighty roar of ecstasy that his Master let out behind him.

In that moment, with his Master's cock buried deep in his ass, his bowels filling with his Master's spunk after being dominated and used by the bear that now owed him, his body awash with pleasure and happiness and pride, something seemed to click in Jack's head. Suddenly everything became clear to him, everything made sense.

He knew with every fibre of his being that he was a slave, that was who he truly was, now and forever. The bear fucking him was his Master, and the mighty and magnificent Master Thurman was the Master of both of them.

And he knew absolutely that he would never ever doubt any of that ever again. He didn't want to doubt it, he no longer wanted any other life. He knew he was no longer Jack Myers, tabloid reporter. He was a simple lowly slave.

Master Knockout's growls died away as he shot the last of his load into the raccoon. Panting and breathing heavily, he slumped against his slave, keeping his cock inside him for the moment.

"That was very good, slave." Said the bear, stroking gently at the raccoon's head fur.

"Thank you, Master." Slave replied, with panting breaths. "Thank you for using this lowly slave."

Master Knockout chuckled. "I think I'm going to enjoy having you as my slave."

"I'll do everything I can to please you, Master." The raccoon said, meaning every word.

He knew he was a simple lowly slave, his purpose being to serve and please his Master. And he loved it. He knew he would be blissfully happy in his life of servitude and submission and would never want any other life that this.

With this knowledge filling his entire being, he slumped back against his Master's body and happily waited patiently for the bear's next commands, eager to carry on his new life as a good obedient slave.

THE END