Working Bears 2: A Pleasure Doing Business 

Copper strolled along, an excited spring in his step.

He had good reason to be excited. Today was the the first day of a whole week off work. And time off work meant slipping off the identity of police officer Robert Delaney and embracing his true self, Copper the slave bear, property of the magnificent Master Thurman and part of the staff of the Working Bears club.

As he headed along the alley that would take him to the club's rear entrance, Copper reflected on the fact that it had been barely a year since his enslavement, since he had found more happiness than he had ever thought possible.

He'd changed a lot since that fateful first weekend at the club. He'd put in a lot of time and effort into building up his body, crafting himself a big muscular physique that matched his fellow bear slaves at the club. He'd actually become bigger than some of them.

He'd rearranged his entire life. He'd drifted apart from many of the friends he'd used to have, but knew deep down that was probably for the best. They wouldn't understand his new life, how happy he was with who he'd become.

As much of his time off work as was possible was spent at the club. The place had quickly become his true home in his mind. Whenever he was away, a part of him always yearned to be back there.

And now he was back. He knocked on the big metal door to the club. It wasn't long before the big muscular form of Victor the ferret opened it, welcoming him and letting him inside.

“Hey there, Copper, welcome back!” The ferret said, smiling broadly as he closed the door again.

“Thank you, Sir.” Copper replied. “It's good to be home.”

He was about to head for the locker room, but Victor spoke up. “Once you're done getting changed and have gone through your programming, come find me, I have something to talk to you about.”

As Copper frowned, the big ferret patted him on the shoulder. “Don't worry, it's nothing bad. Now go do what you have to.”

Copper nodded. “Yes, Sir.” He put it out of his mind for the moment, turning toward the locker room.

He mindlessly went through his normal routine, his joy at being home blocking out his thoughts. He quickly got changed into a pair of tight blue briefs and leather collar. Then he spent some time sat in front of a monitor with a special headset on, undergoing the regular reinforcement of his slave programming.

When that was over and done with, he slipped off the headset, intent on proceeding to the slave quarters to check the duty roster for today before he went to find Victor, but ran into the ferret was just outside the room.

“Ah, Copper!” Victor said, cheerfully. “There you are. I needed to let you know that there's a change of plan. You won't be working in the club tonight.”

The black bear's good mood suddenly crumbled at this news. “But Sir, I...”

The big ferret silenced him with a wave of his paw. “I've had a message from Master Thurman. He requires some of the staff slave bears for a special business event tonight, including you.”

That took a few moments to sink in, Copper's expression and mood brightening considerably. “I... I'll be serving Master Thurman tonight.”

Victor shrugged. “I don't know what this event will involve. Master didn't give me very many details. Go wait in my office with the others. A van will be arriving soon to pick you all up.”

Copper did as he was ordered, heading for the ferret's office, his mind racing. A special event? With Master Thurman himself? He now had absolutely no idea what this night might have in store for him, but that fact in itself was kind of thrilling. And the fact that it would involve his wonderful Master in some way? That had him so very excited.

He entered Victor's office to find six of his fellow slave bears waiting for him, who all smiled and greeted him. There was Poser, with his bodybuilder physique; Grapple, the wrestler; Axe, the firefighter polar bear; Knockout, the big grizzly former boxer; Wrench, a panda mechanic; and Anchor, a black bear sailor.

Axe stepped over to him and gave him a warm hug. “Hey there Copper! Lucky enough to be picked for this as well, eh?”

“I guess so!” Copper chuckled, hugging back fiercely. “Any idea what this might be about?”

“Not a clue.” Axe said. “But we get to see Master Thurman, and that's great!”

“Yes, it is!” Copper agreed enthusiastically.

The bears stood around chatting amongst themselves until about ten minutes later, when Victor arrived, accompanied by a red-furred fox. Although shorter than the ferret and the bears, the fox still managed to look somewhat bulky, wearing a smart suit that was rather tight, hinting at a possibly muscular body underneath. Copper spotted that he was wearing a black leather collar under his suit, just the edge of it visible, peeking out from under the top of his shirt

Victor seemed to defer to the fox, stepping aside and standing to attention, paws behind his back. The fox ran his eyes over the seven slave bears appraisingly. As his gaze passed over Axe, Copper thought he might have seen the briefest hint of a smile on his muzzle, but it was so quick, he couldn't be certain.

“Right then.” The fox began. “My name is Red, but you will all address me as Sir. I am one of Master Thurman's personal assistant slaves. I have been given the task of preparing you all for Master's business event tonight.”

“Sir,” Grapple spoke up. “May I ask...?”

Red cut him off with a wave of his paw. “No, you may not. You will be told what you need to know, when you need to know it. Now, we have much to do. Follow me, keep the chatter to a minimum.” He gave Victor a cursory nod as he led the way out of the office.

The bears made to follow, filing out after the fox. They were a little more warm with Victor, though, offering smiles, pats on the shoulder and saying 'See you later'.

As they made their way through the club towards the back door, Copper found himself walking beside Axe. He nodded toward Red. “A little severe and serious, isn't he?”

“Yes. He can be.” Axe said, with a small smile.

Copper frowned. “You know him?”

“In a manner of speaking.” The polar bear replied. “I have met numerous of Master Thurman's slaves from outside the club in my time. They can sometimes be more focused and not as warm and friendly as us.”

Accepting this with a nod, Copper fell into a thoughtful silence. He supposed if Red and other of Master's slaves were like this, then that must be the way Master wanted them to be. He supposed that made them better able to fulfil whatever role Master intended for them.

When the fox and the procession of slave bears reached the back door, they stepped outside to find a  large passenger van parked in the alley, waiting for them. It had black tinted windows which hid the interior.

Motioning the bears towards the van, Red slid open the side door. “All of you inside and buckle up.” The fox commanded.

The bears did as they were told, piling into the van. It was a bit of a squeeze with seven muscular bears, but they managed, none of them minding having to press up close with each other. As they settled into their seats, they slipped on their seatbelts.

When they were all inside, Red slid the door closed and then padded around to the front, climbing in the passenger side door. It was only then that Copper noticed there was already someone in the driver's seat. A large cougar, dressed similarly to Red in a tight fitting suit. He was staring straight ahead, ignoring the bears.

“Driver,” Said Red as he put on his seatbelt, “take us home.”

“Yes, Sir.” The cougar replied in a flat monotone voice, as he started the engine and they got underway.

It wasn't until the van pulled out of the alley and into traffic that Copper realized that himself and his fellow bears were still wearing only their briefs and collars. It simply hadn't occurred to him before that moment. He just followed orders, and they hadn't been ordered to change before leaving the club. He shrugged the thought away, trusting in Master Thurman. Either this was how he wanted them, or had changes of clothes waiting for them when they got where they were going.

It was a pleasant enough journey in the van, even if it was silent. Copper passed the time watching the city pass by outside and idly wondering what where they were going. Red had said 'home', but where was that exactly?

The answer came after a journey of nearly an hour, as the van pulled off a main highway and down a road towards an expansive complex of large buildings, surrounded by trees and large security fences. At the centre of this complex was a tall skyscraper, easily towering over everything around it.

“Here we are.” Red said, glancing back to the slave bears, the first time he'd spoken since they'd started driving. “Corporate headquarters of Thurman Industries, including many of Master's main research laboratories. It is also Master Thurman's home. He had a large penthouse built into the uppermost floors of the main tower.”

The bears eagerly glared out the windows at the place with wonder, the knowledge that this was where their Master lived seeming to give it a special significance.

The van pulled up to the main gate, but was quickly allowed through when the guard on duty saw Red, apparently recognizing the fox. The gate opened and the van proceed through into the grounds beyond.

The nameless cougar driver seemed to know exactly where to go, as without any instruction he passed by the main parking lots and circled around the main buildings and down a ramp into an underground parking garage.

The garage was full of an assortment of vehicles, vans and cars and trucks, some nondescript, some with the Thurman Industries logo on the side. Company vehicles, Copper guessed.

Eventually, they came to an empty space and the van pulled in, coming to a stop. The driver switched off the engine.

“Thank you, Driver.” Said Red, patting him on the shoulder. “Report to your supervisor for your next assignment.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” The cougar nodded. He got out of the van and padded away without looking back.

As he left, Red climbed out and slid open the vehicle's side door. “Come on, you lot.” He urged. “Let's get moving.”

The bears slipped out of their seats and left the van, standing to one side as Red closed and locked the door behind them. It felt like there was a slight chill in the air in this below ground area, particularly to the scantily clad bears, but they didn't let it bother them.

“Follow me.” Red ordered, as he headed off through the parking garage. The slave bears immediately obeyed, trailing after the fox.

They arrived at an elevator and Red ushered them all inside. It was large, and they all fit in pretty easily, but it was not especially grand or elegant. Probably a staff or freight elevator, Copper decided.

It was a silent ride up in the elevator, Red still not divulging any information as to what this event was that Master wanted them for. Copper could only guess and imagine. And he could imagine quite a few delightful possible scenarios, many involving serving his wonderful Master Thurman's sexual needs...

Copper was shaken out of his daydreaming by the ding of the elevator arriving at their floor. The slave bears continued following the fox as he led them along a few dull corridors and through a set of double doors.

Beyond the doors, they seemed to enter a different section of the complex, the corridors all brighter,  more modern, with spotless white and blue fixtures.

This section was also a bit busier. Furs of all kinds of species were going about their business around them as they made their way along more corridors. All of them were male, most were wearing very little and every last one of them wore a collar.

A cheetah and a raccoon, wearing coloured briefs with Thurman logos on, collars and white lab coats strolled past, deep in conversation...

A huge muscular bulldog squeezed by them and padded ahead at a slight jog, apparently in a hurry, wearing only a collar and very tight black leather shorts...

Ahead of them, a group of four males with blank expressions and big goofy grins, their eyes glazed over, dressed only in blue jockstraps, were following a large bulky badger in a collar and a tight blue jumpsuit...

And that was just scratching the surface. Everywhere he looked, Copper kept seeing more and more as they made their way through the complex. A tall koala in skin-tight black latex from the neck down. A open door revealing a room of various naked males strapped into chairs, strange looking helmets on their heads, pumps on their hard cocks. A serious looking gorilla in spandex shorts carrying a naked and unconscious tiger over one shoulder. A procession of males with wide eyes, staring straight ahead, strange hi-tech devices attached to the sides of their heads.

Copper shook his head in amazement. Of course he had known that Master Thurman had other slaves and operations beyond the Working Bears club, but even the brief glimpses he was getting here hinted at many more projects and much more power at his disposal than Copper would have imagined. He couldn't help but feel a urge of pride at being part of Master Thurman's world, at being enslaved and given a purpose by such a powerful and magnificent bear.

The further they went, the less activity there was around them until they seemed to enter an area devoid of anyone else. Here, the fox and the slave bears arrived at their destination, Red stopping at a door that seemed pretty much identical to all the others lining the corridors, and motioning for the bears to head inside.

The room they entered was almost like a class room, lines of desks, each with a computer screen on it. At the front of the room was another desk, facing the others, with a screen and a keyboard.

The fox closed the door once they were inside and waved to the desks. “Everyone sit down so we can get started.”

As they all took seats, each in front of a screen, Copper glanced as his fellow slave bears and saw he wasn't the only one a little confused. Was this the special event they were brought here for?

Red had sat down at the desk at the front of the room, and was busily tapping away at the keyboard. “Now,” He said, as he typed. “This room is normally used for orientation, when the company takes on groups of new employees who need some initial hypnotic induction and programming. But the equipment is good enough for what we need to do, I just need to upload the relevant files...”

He stopped typing and looked up at the bears. “You all need some extra programming and knowledge for tonight's event. Earphones in, watch your screen and relax.”

Each screen had a set of earphones connected to it. Copper grabbed his and quickly slipped the buds into his ears. He took a deep breath and focused his attention on the screen before him. He and the other bears knew what to expect, having undergone regular programming sessions at the club.

At the front of the room, Red hit a key and the screens in front of the bears sprang into life, filled with bright swirling hypnotic patterns, instantly enthralling them, keeping their attention locked on them. The earphones starting filling their ears with soothing relaxing sounds that blocked out all other noise.

In less than a minute, Copper had stopped thinking, losing all awareness of the world around him, completely immersed in the flow of visual and audio stimulation flooding his brain...

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Copper blinked, realizing it was over. The screen in front of him had shut down, the sound in his ears vanishing. He glanced about, pulling out the ear phones. His body felt a little stiff, telling him he'd been sitting there for a while.

Around him, his fellow bears were also stretching and looking about. At the front of the room, Red was still sat there, engrossed in his smart phone, one paw tapping away at the device in his paw. As the bears started moving, he looked up.

“Ah.” He said, putting his phone away. “The program is complete, good.” He tapped a few more keys on his keyboard then stood. “Right, follow me, still plenty to do.”

Without even waiting for any kind of acknowledgement, the fox strolled out of the room. The slave bears hurried to follow his fast pace, heading out once more into the seemingly endless corridors of the complex.

They seemed to pass into another section, different from the last, this one with a warmer feeling, carpeted floors and pastel décor. Red led them to another elevator and ushered them inside. It was smaller, more cramped than the previous one, but they all managed to fit. Red hit a series of buttons  on the control panel and the elevator started moving up.

As they went, Copper took a moment to review the contents of his own head, trying to figure out what knowledge and programming had been added, hoping it might give him a clue what to expect. But everything seemed completely normal in his mind. How to serve customers at the club, sexual techniques, pole dancing, how to be a proper butler, how to serve Master. Nothing new, nothing that hadn't been there beforehand.

It occurred to him that maybe stuff had been added in such a way the he wouldn't know it had been added, programmed to think that knowledge had always been there. It was possible.

It was then that Copper realized that their elevator was still travelling upwards, and had been for a while now. They only building he'd glimpsed that was big enough for an elevator this high was the main tower...

The thought then struck him that they might be heading up to Master Thurman's home. They could be going to see Master himself! That thought filled the black bear with a glowing warmth.

After a while longer, the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened. They stepped out into a luxurious looking corridor, with soft carpets, modern furnishings, art hanging on the walls.

They didn't have time to take it in too much, as Red was off again, expecting the slave bears to follow. Which they did, trailing after him as he led the way along more elegantly decorated corridors before stopping at a big wood-panelled door and heading inside.

The room they entered seemed to be some form of dressing room, with a number of full length mirrors, and comfortable looking seats and an adjoining bathroom.

“Dammit.” Red grumbled as they entered. “They're not here yet.” He sighed. “Right, you bears, get naked and shower.” He waved a paw towards the bathroom. “You'll find everything you need in there. Get yourselves clean and then wait here.” And then he was gone, hurrying out and closing the door behind him.

“What do you suppose his problem is?” Grapple wondered out loud, already removing his briefs.

“Yeah.” Knockout agreed, shaking his head as he pulled off his collar. “So stern and quiet with us. We're all Master's slaves, right? He could be more friendly...”

“Hey!” Axe spoke up, his voice a little harsh. “Leave off him. He's a personal assistant to Master Thurman, that's got to be a busy and stressful job. He has to be focused on it. Probably Master wants him that way.” He stomped off to the bathroom, looking annoyed and tense. The other bears were all a little bewildered by the outburst.

Copper was certain there was more going on with Axe, but he wasn't quite sure what. He put it out of his mind and set about carrying out his orders, stripping off his briefs and collar.

The shower in the bathroom was only big enough for two of them to squeeze in at a time, so they had to take turns. Copper ended up showering with Poser, the two of them soaping up and washing each other's muscular bodies before stepping out and helping each other dry off with large fluffy towels.

Just as Grapple was finishing his lonely shower, being the odd one out, they heard Red return, the door to the dressing room opening. Copper and the others stepped out of the bathroom to see the fox supervising a beefy collared lion in a skin-tight blue jumpsuit. The lion was pushing a wheeled clothing rack into the room, from which were hanging several suits in zipped up plastic covers. Several pairs of shiny black shoes sat on a shelf at the bottom of the rack. The lion moved it into the middle of the room.

“Here are your outfits for tonight.” Red said, addressing the bears. “Which were supposed to have been waiting for us when we got here.” As he said this, he turned and glared pointedly at the lion, who was stood behind him, paws clasped behind his back.

The big feline looked ashamed, his ears flattening, and bowed his head. “Yes, Sir. I'm so sorry, Sir.”

The fox sighed. “We'll see about assigning you punishment for your mistake later. Dismissed.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” The lion said with a nod. He left quickly.

“Right then,” Said Red, returning his attention to the slave bears. “Get dressed. These suits have been specifically tailored to your measurements, so be sure to check the label to make sure you have the one meant for you.”

As the bears crowded around the clothing rack, they quickly discovered that each suit did indeed have a label attached to the plastic cover. Copper got a hold of the one meant for him and zipped it open, and started to get dressed.

There were socks and tight cotton briefs, and then the suit itself. The suit was actually a very smart and elegant black tuxedo with a bow tie and pure white shirt. He slipped on his shoes and then the final touch was a pair of white gloves. It all fit him perfectly. He briefly wondered how and when his measurements might have been taken, he certainly didn't remember anything like that. But then, there were many times during his life as one of Master Thurman's slaves that he didn't remember, so it could easily have happened on any one of those occasions.

Once he was fully dressed, Copper looked himself over in one of the mirrors. He had to admit, he looked pretty damned smart, the clothes hugging his figure and showing off the curves of the muscles contained within. He felt good.

Looking about, he saw his fellow slave bears were all dressed exactly the same as him, in identical suits and gloves. They looked like a gang of muscular butlers.

Red took a few minutes to inspect each of them in turn, apparently making sure they were dressed correctly and were presentable. He smoothed down creases in the fabric here and there, dusted off the odd piece of lint, straightened a bow tie or lapel.

The fox then stepped back, giving them all a final appraising look. He nodded. “Looking good. Follow me.”

Once again, the bears followed the fox, who led them out of the room, along a few corridors, up a short staircase and then through another door.

Through this door was an extensive and gleaming kitchen, where a team of a tiger, a weasel and a dalmatian, all dressed in white chef outfits, were hard at working preparing food. They ignored the fox and the bears, focused completely on their work.

They passed through the kitchen quickly, pushing through some double doors on the other side which led them into a wide, elegantly decorated dining room, with a huge dining table and abstract art on the walls. One wall of the room was glass, looking out over the sprawl of the city below. The sky outside was darkening, telling Copper it was evening already.

Red pointed to one end of the room. “Line up.” He commanded. “Stand to attention.” He didn't wait for any response, simply scampering out of the room through an open archway at the far end.

The bears did as they were told, lining up along one wall and standing to attention, paws behind their backs, and waited. Copper was starting to suspect what the night might hold for them.

They didn't have to wait very long, as a few minutes later, Master Thurman strolled into the room, Red trailing respectfully behind him. The big brown bear was dressed in a crisp smart suit, complete with a tie with an embroidered Thurman logo. Seeing him in the flesh, Copper couldn't help but smile, feeling warm and happy. He wasn't surprised to see similar smiles on the muzzles of the other bears beside him.

He smiled warmly as he spotted the slave bears, strolling over to inspect them. “Ah, there's my slave bears!” He chuckled. “And looking perfect, just as I wanted them. Excellent work, Red!”

Thurman turned and patted the fox on the shoulder, causing him to grin broadly, beaming with pride, and Copper was quick enough to spot the small shudder of delight that went through him.

“Now then.” Said Thurman, turning back to the bears. “You've probably been wondering what you're doing here. It's simple. I'm hosting a little dinner party tonight, involving a number of my business rivals. It's taken a lot of effort to talk them into being here, so I wanted to make this event special, something impressive.”

He leaned back against the dining table. “And I decided it would be impressive to have a group of large muscular bears as waiters. So here you are, you'll be taking the place of my usual staff for tonight, to make an impression on my guests.”

The brown bear paused and then chuckled, smiling suggestively. “If all goes to plan, there may very well be other duties for you later... But I'll keep that as a surprise for the moment...”

Thurman stood up. “My guests should start arriving in less than an hour. Red, get them accustomed to the layout of the place. And don't forget to give them their ear plugs.”

“Yes, Master.” The fox replied.

Giving him and the bears a curt nod, he left out of the room, his stride strong and purposeful.

Once he was gone, Red fished in a pocket and pulled out a small box. He flipped it open and walked along the line of the slave bears, handing each of them a pair of small grey ear plugs. “Put these in your ears.” He told them. “Do not remove them under any circumstances unless told to do so.”

Copper obeyed this command, slipping the plugs into his ears. He found that once they were in, he could still hear perfectly. Whatever the plugs were, they didn't seem to actually block any sound. He wondered what their purpose was, but had no idea what it might be.

When all the bears had put in their ear plugs, Red gave them a quick tour of the areas of Master Thurman's home that would be used for the dinner party, that they would need to be familiar with to perform their duties.

Aside from the kitchen they'd passed through and the dining room, there was a large lounge area with adjoining bar, a wide entrance hall, and a cloak room. Red made sure they all knew exactly where to find anything they might possibly need. Copper had to admit that although the fox wasn't exactly warm and friendly, he was efficient and thorough.

After nearly an hour of this, Red's phone buzzed. He pulled it out and checked it quickly. “Message from Master. The first guest is just arriving. Let's get you all into place...”

The fox frantically assigned positions to the bears. Grapple was sent to the cloakroom, to take the coats of the guests as they arrived. Knockout was put behind the bar, to prepare drinks. Copper and Axe were positioned by the bar with trays, ready to serve drinks to the guests. Poser and Wrench were stood by the door to the dining room, ready to serve if needed. Anchor was dispatched to the kitchen to keep an eye on the progress of dinner.

With everyone in place, the fox opened a cabinet in one corner of the lounge and fiddled with something inside. A moment later, soft piano music drifted through the air from hidden speakers. This done, Red closed up the cabinet and then padded toward the entrance hall to wait.

Everyone was in place, everything was ready. It was just a matter of waiting for the guests.

The first to arrive, accompanied by Thurman, was a lanky and serious looking coyote in a suit and tie, walking with his paws behind his back, glancing about at his surroundings with disdain, a short rabbit assistant padding along behind him. As he entered the lounge and Copper laid eyes on him, the knowledge of who this was suddenly popped into his mind.

His name was Ryan Schofield, cold and ruthless CEO of Multi-Tech, one of the world's largest corporations, a leader in technological research and development. Mr. Schofield was known for his often harsh and cut-throat way he ran his operations.

Copper was sure he hadn't heard of the coyote before today. He assumed that knowledge of Master's guests must have been included in the programming they'd received earlier.

Over the next half hour, more guests arrived, all accompanied by various personal assistants. There was Katashi Saito (owner of a massive international engineering company, Copper's brain told him), who had to be the skinniest panda he had ever seen. He was followed by a stocky grey wolf by the name of William Lang (runs a multi-national pharmaceutical company). Then there was an energetic jaguar with a smug grin constantly plastered on his muzzle named Aaron Harris (Who's company was a world leader in medical research). He was soon followed by Eugene McCarthy, a quiet and composed badger (Who ran a extensive property trading business). Joseph Morales was next, a big tiger, loud and somewhat boisterous (who ran a one of the largest construction firms in the country). The final guest was an arctic fox, short and stern-looking by the name of Anton Lambert (owner of one of the world's largest electronics manufacturing companies).

Thurman greeted each of the guests with warm smiles and friendly handshakes as Grapple took their coats. But the more Copper saw his Master interact with these assorted business leaders, the more he picked up on an underlying tension between them, hiding underneath the outward layers of politeness. After all, the black bear told himself, Master Thurman had described these guests as rivals.

The party got underway, the guests and the assistants ordering drinks (the assistants ordering mainly non-alcoholic beverages), standing or sitting in groups here and there, chatting away in polite conversation, Master Thurman moving between them where he could.

Copper and Axe moved silently amongst the assorted visitors, serving drinks. As they went, the black bear picked up on various snatches of conversation. Like as he passed by Lambert and Lang...

“Hey Anton, any idea what's with all the big bear servants?”

“If I had to guess, William, I'd say he's trying to make an any impression, hint at the power and strength he controls, that of his company...”

“Really? I was just thinking maybe he had a fetish for big bears...”

“It could be that as well. But I have had many negotiations with Thurman over the years and he does seem to like to play mind games and use psychological tactics...”

Copper moved away from the wolf and the arctic fox, towards where Master was deep in seemingly jovial conversation with Saito and Harris.

“Just a word of advice, Katashi.” Thurman was saying. “Don't waste your time trying to infiltrate my company with more corporate spies...”

“I don't know what you mean.” Said the panda, looking offended. “I never...”

“So the ones I discovered who confessed to working for you were just lying then?” Thurman smirked.

“Hah!” The jaguar beside them laughed. “Hey, Katashi, we all know we all do it! Why hide it? Hell, I've tried getting spies into Bernard's organisation. Never got anything back from them, though...”

Thurman shrugged. “I do have very good ways of discovering spies. And then making them offers to join my company rather than work against it...”

The panda gave him a sour look, while the jaguar laughed again. Copper moved out of earshot, passing Schofield. He was talking to his assistant.

“What a waste of an evening.” The coyote was grumbling. “Thurman knows I will never go into business with him, not in a million years...”

“But, sir, why did you agree to come?” The rabbit beside him asked.

“I want to at least see what this business proposal of his is...” He replied. “See if its anything I need to worry about.” He glanced about at the other guests. “I wouldn't be surprised if that's why everyone else came here tonight...”

Copper left them behind, returning to the bar with his empty tray, collecting more drinks to distribute.

The evening proceeded, drinks being served, conversation filling the lounge. Copper had lost track of time, fully focused on carrying out his duties, but after a time, Red sent Wrench and Poser into the kitchen and they returned with trays of canapés, circling the room and offering them to the guests.

A short while after that, Anchor came in from the kitchen and approached Master Thurman, whispering something to him. The brown bear grinned and turned to address the room, speaking up so that he could be heard above the conversation and music.

“My esteemed guests,” He said. “It seems that dinner is ready, so lets proceed to the dining room. A special buffet has been set up for your assistants in an adjoining room, allow us some privacy for discussing business. Red, if you'd be so good as to show them the way?”

Red nodded and led the various assistants out through a side door, while the others all strolled into the dining room. Copper, Axe, Wrench, Anchor and Poser followed the guests in and set about helping them into the chairs, Master Thurman of course taking the seat at the head of the table.

Then came the meal, and the bears were kept very busy, pouring wine, fetching and carrying plates of food, answering guests' requests and questions.

The food itself looked and smelled delicious and there was a lot of it, Master Thurman apparently wanted to treat his guests very well. It was all very fancy and well-prepared, well beyond the kind of thing Copper would normally have. There was a vegetable soup, followed by juicy steaks accompanied by potatoes and roasted vegetables, and slices of an elaborate cream cake for desert.

At one point during the meal, Schofield attempted to ask Thurman about the business proposal they were all there to hear, but the bear simply told him that there would be plenty of time to discuss business after dinner. The coyote had simply scowled at that, downing another mouthful of wine.

Eventually, the meal came to an end, the bears clearing away the last of the plates, leaving Thurman and his guests sat at the table, nursing their glasses of wine. Or in Thurman's case, his glass of water. He hadn't had any of the wine at all.

Chatter throughout dinner had just been restrained small talk about current events and the state of the world markets and things like that. But now, Schofield had had enough.

The coyote slammed an annoyed paw on the table, silencing everyone. “Damn it, Thurman! Can we just get to the point already and hear this proposal of yours?”

A few moments passed before the brown bear responded. “Very well. I presume everyone else is ready to get down to business?”

This was met with murmurs of agreement. Thurman nodded. “Then I'll get straight to it. I must confess there is no big business proposal I want you all to invest in, that was a lie...”

The guests at the table looked shocked and disgusted. Schofield even gets to his feet, angrily. "So you dragged us all here just to waste our time? What the hell...”

Thurman glared at him. “Sit down and shut up.” He commanded.

The coyote's muzzle snapped shut and he sat down again, looking confused and surprised at his own actions.

Everyone else looked shocked at Schofield's sudden obedience. Except, of course, for Master Thurman. He looked very pleased.

“In fact,” The brown bear said. “All of you sit right where you are. Don't move and be silent.”

Copper saw the expressions of bewilderment and fear that crossed the guests faces as they seemed to find themselves unable to move or speak. He realized that his Master was in complete control here and once again marvelled at what a magnificent and powerful bear his Master was.

“Now, all of you just relax.” Said Thurman, leaning back in his chair, as the tension left the bodies of his guests, shoulders slumping and arms dropping to their sides.

Thurman's muzzle split into a wide, satisfied grin. “That's better isn't it? Now, let me explain. Yes, I lied about the business proposal. But we do have business to talk about. Namely yours and how you have all managed to do a very good job of resisting my attempts to buy or gain some degree of control over your companies. It got to the point where I made the decision to take a more extreme approach and simply take control of all of you...”

The various guests glared at the bear, wide-eyed with shock and surprise.

“Yes, it is something I can do.” Thurman explained, answering the question that must have been on their minds. “After all, I have put a lot of time and effort into researching hypnosis and mind control techniques. I am an expert on it. I have actually been taking control of you all evening.” He drank some more water. “Everything you drank tonight was laced with a very special cocktail of assorted drugs of my own creation that increase susceptibility to mind control, while remaining tasteless and having no other side effects.”

He raised a paw, pointing vaguely at the air above them. “And the music? Mixed with numerous high-frequency subliminal hypnotic tracks that have been implanting obedience commands in your heads since you first set foot in my home. My staff and I are all wearing special ear plugs that filter out the subliminals, so we have remained unaffected.”

Thurman looked about at the fearful faces of his guests. “Don't worry too much, when I'm done with you, you won't remember any of this. I'm not just going to brainwash you into mindless slaves and have you sell your companies to me. Don't get me wrong, its a very tempting thought, but would look far too suspicious. I have other things in mind.”

He looked to the archway that led to the lounge. “Red!” He called out.

A few moments later, the fox came scampering into the room. “Yes, Master?”

“How are things going with their assistants?” Thurman asked.

“Very well, Master.” Red replied. “Grapple and Poser were very helpful in getting them restrained. Their brainwashing is proceeding well and they should all be enslaved within the hour.”

“Excellent.” Thurman grinned. He looked to his guests. “It will be so good to have loyal spies working so closely with all of you.”

The brown bear stood up. “Right then, to work. You lot all need some more programming before the real fun can begin. While I'm handling that, Red, get the bears ready.”

“Yes, Master.” Red nodded, who then motioned for the slave bears to follow him.

The fox led them out into the lounge and then through a side door into a corridor. Part way along was an open door through which could be glimpsed struggling figures trapped into chairs, hi-tech, glowing headsets strapped onto their heads. Just inside the room, waiting, were Grapple and Poser. Red told them to follow, and they obeyed.

He led the bears to another door and they went inside to find another dressing room, this one more sparse, no bathroom, just some mirrors and clothing racks, and seven duffel bags on the floor against one wall.

“Time to get changed again.” Red told them. “Strip off those suits and hang them up.” He waved at the clothes racks. “Then get dressed in your new outfits.” He now waved at the duffel bags. “When you're done, wait here until I return.”

The slave bears gave him a chorus of 'Yes, Sir' and the fox departed, leaving them to get on with it.

They wasted no time, pulling off the tight suits and getting them onto hangers, eager to see what outfits they were to wear next, to see what the rest of the night might involve.

The duffel bags were labelled, so once he was naked, Copper grabbed the one with his name on it and zipped it open. He was immediately hit by the strong smell of leather. The bag was full of black leather items.

One by one, he pulled them out and slipped them on. There was a harness, which fitted snugly across his muscular chest. Then came a skimpy jockstrap that he pulled on quickly. The crotch of it had a piece that was detachable, and would allow his cock to spring free if removed, but at the moment, it held his thick meat well, creating a nice leather bulge.

Next was a pair of fingerless leather gloves, which went on easily. This was followed by a pair of very tight leather chaps, which took a little effort to get on, but when he was done, they looked amazing, the skin-tight leather leaving nothing of the muscularity of his legs to the imagination.

The duffel bag was nearly empty now. Copper pulled out the final item, a pair of leather boots, and slipped them onto his feet, lacing them up so that they were nice and tight.

He looked himself over in one of the mirrors, impressed with how good he looked, a heavily muscled black bear with sexy leather gear hugging his body. Around him, his fellow bears were also now dressed in leather, all identical to him. And to his eyes, they all looked just as fantastic as he did.

Before long, Red returned. He stopped when he saw them, giving them all an appraising look, and a small smile spread across his face. “Looking just as good as Master knew you all would. Now, follow me.”

The bears filed out of the room after him as he led them back to the dining room, where things were a little different.

Master Thurman was pacing around the room, watching his guests. Each of them were now slumped in their chair, eyes closed, bodies shuddering slightly now and again. A small mp3 player was sat on the table in front of each of them, with ear phones running up into their ears. From where he stood, Copper could see the crotches of a few of them and noticed the tenting, bulging fabric.

As the bears entered the room, Thurman glanced at them and smiled broadly. “Excellent! Now let's get you all into place. Their programming should be done soon.”

One by one, he grabbed the arm of one of the bears and led him over to stand behind one of the guests. When it came to Copper's turn, he was put behind the coyote, Schofield.

When each of them had been placed behind one of the guests, Red walked around the room, handing each of them a leather collar and a leash. When Copper received his, he looked at them, uncertain. Was he supposed to put them on? He hadn't been told to...

“Bears.” Said Thurman, now standing at the head of the table. “Remove their earphones.” He waved at the guests.

Copper and his fellows obeyed, pulling out their earphones from the guest in front of them and letting them drop to the table.

“Slaves, wake up!” Thurman barked, his voice full of authority.

All seven guests suddenly snapped awake, sitting up straight in their chairs, glancing about, wide-eyed and confused.

“You have now all received a good bit of brainwashing, more than enough for my purposes.” Said Thurman, glaring at them. “But I think some fun to reinforce your enslavement and submission is called for...”

Master Thurman moved his attention to the slave bears. “And my bears here have today been given a special bit of programming to help with this. Bears: Dominant mode on...”

Those last three words slammed into Coppers brain, causing his thoughts to shift and twist as a dormant piece of mental programming was activated. New thoughts, desires and fantasies flooded through his mind, washing away almost everything else.

Suddenly he knew that although he was a slave who belonged to Master Thurman, he was also a Master himself, a dominant bear who loved putting slaves in their place. Every fibre of his being screamed at him that he loved controlling and training subs, moulding them into perfect slaves, punishing their transgressions, rewarding their obedience with pleasure. Forcing them to serve and obey, teaching them to love every second of it until they begged for more, begged for the honour of worshipping his mighty body and cock, begged to be fucked senseless again and again. And he didn't want to settle for anything less for any slave under his control. Nothing else mattered.

He was snapped out of this flood of thoughts by Master Thurman, who he now looked on as the only male more powerful and magnificent than himself, the only one in existence worthy of being obeyed, worshipped and loved by a big dominant bear like himself.

“Bears!” Thurman said, firmly. “In front of you is a new slave in need of some training. He has had some hypnotic slave programming, but needs some experience to help it take hold more fully. He needs to be taught the joys of slavery and submission. Take care of it for me...”

“Yes, Master!” Copper replied, filled with joy at having a slave to control, to train, and at having an opportunity to serve Master Thurman by doing something as wonderful as teaching a new slave. He was aware of other dominant bears around him responding in the same way, but paid them no attention. He had a job to do.

He realized he was holding a leather collar and a leash and knew exactly what to do with it. He glared down at the slave that was now his to deal with, a pathetic looking coyote, who had turned in his chair to look up at him, fear in his eyes. 

Copper grabbed the coyote and slipped the collar around the his neck, loosening his tie and shirt collar to allow his access. He ignored the coyote's futile attempts to pull away, to resist, and buckled it closed. He then hooked the leash onto it.

“I've had private rooms set up for you all.” Thurman said. “Red will show you the way.”

Copper looked about and spotted the fox waiting by the archway to the lounge and stomped towards him, dragging his slave by the leash, the coyote stumbling to keep up.

“This way.” Said the fox. He turned away, about to leave the room.

Acting on his new instincts, Copper shot out a paw and grabbed Red by the shoulder. “Hey!”

The fox twisted around, looking back at Copper in shock. He was speechless.

But Copper wasn't. “You know who you're talking to, slave fox?” He growled. “Lowly thing like you should address a Master with the proper respect. Or do you need a little education on the matter?”

“I... I..” Red was stumped as to how to respond. He was surrounded by looming muscle bears, with collared and leashed slaves, all nodding and murmuring their agreement. He looked past them to Master Thurman for guidance.

Thurman, for his part, was watching this and smiling, looking bemused. He shrugged. “You heard him, Red...”

The fox's behaviour changed immediately, ears flattening, head bowing submissively. “Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir, please forgive me for my lack of respect, it will not happen again.”

Copper released his grip. “Make sure that it doesn't, or you'll answer for it. For now, you're forgiven. Show us to these private rooms.”

“Yes, Sir. This way Sir.” The fox led them out of the dining room, his whole stance now more submissive.

Copper felt pleased about that. It felt good to enforce a slave's respect for his superiors. He was looking forward to doing similar things to the coyote trailing behind him at the end of a leash.

The fox led them through the corridors of Master Thurman's apartments until they came to a hallway lined with several doors. Red stood to one side to allow the bears and their slaves to pass.

“Private rooms, Sirs.” Said Red. “Please select whichever ones you like. I shall be here if you require anything further.”

Copper selected the first door and flung it open. The room beyond had a basic double bed and a several tables on which were arranged a wide variety of leather and rubber bondage items and sex toys. He decided that this place would do for his needs and dragged the coyote inside, kicking the door closed.

With the door closed and the two of them alone, Copper glared at the coyote. His coyote. His slave to train.

“First things first, slave.” He growled at the canine. “You will show me respect, address me as Master, at all times. Do you understand?”

“Please...” The coyote pleaded, looking confused, as if he wasn't sure what was happening to him. He tugged at his collar. “I... This isn't me...”

Copper yanked on the leash, pulling the coyote towards him. As soon as he was within reach, the black bear clamped a paw over the canine's muzzle, holding it closed. He stared the startled slave in the eye. “The next words out of you had better be 'Yes, Master, I understand' or you will regret it. Now, I'll ask again. Do you understand?”

He withdrew his paw. The coyote paused, looking uncertain. Then his ears went back and he bowed his head. “Yes, Master, I understand.”

“That's better.” Copper patted the slave on the head approvingly. “Now, what is your name?”

“I...” The coyote stammered. “My name is Ryan...”

He was cut off by Copper yanking his leash again. “Wrong answer. First lesson, slave. Let's see how quick you can learn. Your name is whatever your Master tells you it is.”

He pulled the coyote in close, until their muzzles were barely inches apart. “So what is your name, slave? And be aware that answering a question incorrectly more than once will get you punished...”

The coyote paused, considering before answering. “My name is whatever you want it to be, Master.”

Copper smiled. “Good answer.” He said, stroking the canine's head affectionately. “Your name for now is simply Slave. It is who you are and what you are.”

The coyote shuddered under the bear's touch, his uncertainty seeming to be draining away as he nuzzled against Copper's stroking paw. “Yes, Master.” He said.

Copper withdrew his paw. “Now, slave, strip. I want you naked.”

A little of the slave's confused uncertainty still remained as he looked at his Master in surprise. “Master... I... I've never... not in front of another male..”

The big black bear planted his paws on his hips, glowering at him. “You looking to get yourself punished, slave? Don't think, don't consider, don't hesitate. When a Master gives you an order, you obey. It's your purpose, to serve and obey.”

He took a moment to sigh and then gave the slave a slight growl. “Now, don't make me repeat my command. Obey!”

The coyote paused momentarily before responding. “Yes, Master. Sorry, Master.” He started getting undressed.

As the slave was doing this, Copper glanced at the tables and the assortment of items available to him, considering his options and planning out what he might want to do with this slave...

Copper turned back to the coyote once he finished stripping off his clothes. The slave was standing there, fidgeting and uncomfortable, paws clasped over his groin.

“Stand up straight!” Copper barked at him, harshly. “Stand still. Paws behind your back!”

The slave coyote obeyed without hesitation this time, shifting his stance, putting his paws behind his back, exposing his cock, which was semi-erect.

Copper looked him up and down, and was not impressed by what he saw. “You're kind of scrawny.” He sneered. “Could be in better shape. But that doesn't matter. I can whip you into shape!”

The slave seemed to cower and recoil slightly at that. Copper noticed. “You're purpose is to submit to and serve your Master, slave.” He growled. “The sooner you get used to it, the sooner you accept that, the better things will be for you. If your Master wants to whip you into shape, you should accept that, be thankful that he sees you worthy of devoting time to.”

“Yes, Master.” Slave said, bowing his head. “Sorry, Master.” He paused for a few moments before adding. “Thank you for teaching me to be a better at this, Master.”

The black bear chuckled. “That's my job here, slave. Now let's get to work.” He unclipped the leash from the coyote's collar and tossed it aside. He folded his arms across his chest and glared at his slave. “Kneel.”

There was only the briefest of pauses before the coyote complied, dropping to his knees. “Yes, Master.”

Copper walked over to the tables. He spent a few seconds scanning the items on offer. He picked up a leather riding crop and held it up, making sure the coyote slave kneeling nearby could see it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the expression of wide-eyed fear and smiled.

He gave the crop a few experimental swishes through the air and then turned and pointed it at the slave. “From here on out, I get a lot more strict.” He said. “Any further disobedience, hesitation or protests, and you will get a taste of this. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.” The coyote gulped. “I understand.”

The black bear nodded and turned back to the table, grabbing a few things. He then padded over to his slave and crouched down behind him. Copper was impressed that the coyote kept looking forward, that he didn't try to look around at him.

“Next lesson, slave.” Said Copper, dropping the items he was carrying on the floor beside him. “Your body is completely at the mercy of your Master's desires and whims. Your place is to accept what he wants to do to you. Such as restraining you...” As he said that, he slapped thick leather cuffs around the coyote's wrists, still behind his back, and quickly buckled them closed. The cuffs were linked by a very short length of chain, essentially keeping the slave's paws trapped behind his back together.

He also attached a short length of chain to the cuffs and secured the other end to the back of the coyote's collar. If the canine slave pulled against his wrist restraints too much, he would end up yanking at his own collar and strangling himself.

“How does that feel, slave?” Copper asked.

The coyote opened his muzzle to speak, but paused for a moment, thinking of what to say...

Thwack! Copper cracked the riding crop across the coyote's ass, causing the slave to yelp in pain and surprise.

He planted a paw on the coyote's shoulder, steadying him and leaned in to growl in his ear. “Don't hesitate! You are a slave! You don't think! You obey! Answer the question. How do those restraints feel, slave?” Copper readied the crop, poised to strike again at the merest hint of hesitation

But the slave blurted out. “It feels great, Master! It's feels good to be restrained as you see fit!”

The bear smiled, putting aside the crop and gently rubbing his slave's sore ass cheeks. “There, that's better. Now, learn from your mistake. Don't think. Obey.”

“Yes, Master...” The coyote sighed.

Copper picked up on the sad tone in his voice. “Don't worry, slave.” He said, comfortingly “I have faith that you will learn quickly. By the time we're done, you will be a good obedient slave.”

The coyote simply nodded. “Thank you, Master.”

Moving on to the next item he'd picked up, Copper scooted around to the front of the coyote. “Another thing you need to learn is that as you belong to your Master, so does your cock.” He reached down and gently stroked the coyote's cock for emphasis. “So you don't get to use it for pleasure without permission. Thankfully, I have a little something to help you learn this...”

Before the slave could fully react or comprehend, Copper picked up a metal and plastic chastity device and shoved it over the canine's cock and ball sac. The coyote gasped a little in surprise,but there was nothing he could do as the bear quickly slipped it into place, compressing the cock, preventing it from becoming fully erect. He locked it closed around the base of the cock and balls.

“There.” He said, surveying his work. “You won't be getting erect, getting any pleasure from that cock, unless I allow it.”

The slave coyote shifted slightly at the uncomfortable weight on his groin, his ears flattening against his head. “Yes, Master.”

“If you're good, if you prove yourself a proper slave.” Copper told him, patting the chastity device. “I might let you out of this thing and reward you.”

The coyote nodded his understanding. “Yes, Master.”

“Now, one last thing.” Said Copper, as he moved himself behind the kneeling coyote again. He placed on paw on his back and pushed gently, forcing the slave to lean forward slightly.

This gave the black bear easier access to the slave's rear. He ran a paw between the ass cheeks, teasing at the tail-hole. “This hole of yours is for Master's pleasure. It's there for your Master to use to fuck you senseless whenever he likes.”

The Coyote shuddered slightly. “Yes, Master, I understand.” He seemed tense at the prospect of being fucked. Copper was tempted then and there to throw the slave on the bed and fuck that tension out of him. But that wasn't what he had planned to do with him, so resisted that urge.

Instead, he withdrew his paws, grabbing the last two items. One was a bottle of lube, which he opened and started applying to the other item.

“Of course.” He said as he worked. “When your hole is not in use, your Master may like to keep it plugged... with something like this!”

He waved the large red rubber butt plug he had now coated with lube briefly in front of the wide-eyed coyote's face. He then placed it between the slave's ass cheeks and started to push it in...

The slave coyote recoiled at the intrusion into his hole, yelping and attempting to pull away from it, struggling in his restraints.

Without  moment's hesitation, Copper dropped the plug and snatched up the riding crop, striking it across the coyote's exposed butt, the crack of it against his body filling the air.

The slave cried out. “Please, Master... I...”

His stammering was cut of by another thwack as the riding crop stuck him across the shoulders. Another yelping cry of pain escaped his muzzle and he fell forward, still restrained, landing on his side, looking fearfully at Copper.

The black bear got to his feet, looming over the slave. He glared down at him disdainfully. “Now, that plug is going in you, one way or another. It's just a matter or how sore you're going to be by the time that happens. I will whip to hell and back if that's what it takes to get you to learn your place! Don't you dare doubt that!”

“Yes, Master!” The coyote yammered, desperately. “I'm so sorry, Master.”

The bear waited for more. “And?” He prompted.

“I am a lowly slave.” The coyote said. “I am yours to do with as you please, Master.”

Without another word, Copper grabbed him and pulled him back up onto his knees. He leaned the coyote forward again and scooped up the butt plug. With no warning or hesitation, he started sliding the plug into the slave's hole.

The bear kept his eye on the coyote as he slowly pushed the rubber length in. The canine didn't recoil this time, managing to hold himself in check. But Copper did notice him screwing up his eyes and gritting his teeth, even if no sound escaped his muzzle.

Before too long, the plug was all the way in, the slave's sphincter clamping down around the base. Copper patted him on the back. “There we go.”

The slave let out a long breath, panting slightly. “Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”

Copper stood up again and stroked the coyote's head with one paw, brandishing the riding crop in the other. “That's better, slave.” He said. “Just remember, submission and obedience brings praise. Anything else brings punishment.”

The coyote nodded, rubbing his head against the bear's paw. “Yes, Master.”

“You'll get there, slave.” Said Copper. “Eventually, you'll stop thinking and just submit to being the slave we both know you truly are.” 

“Yes, Master...” The coyote sighed.

“Let's help you along.” Said the big black bear. He stepped in front of the slave, towering over him. “Bend over and worship my boots. Lick them clean.”

It was barely noticeable, but a flicker of uncertainty crossed the coyote's face. It was gone a split-second later. “Yes, Master.” He said, and bent down to get to work.

Copper watched him work, his tongue flicking out and slathering across the shining leather of his left boot, moving back and forth. He reached out and gently rubbed the end of the riding crop up and down the coyote's back, intent on giving him a constant reminder of the possibility of punishment.

However, he was intent on offering encouragement as well. “That's very good slave.” He said. “Don't think about what you're doing, just obey. Lose yourself in the act of submission. Become the slave you truly are, obedient and utterly devoted to serving your Master...”

Copper droned on like that as the coyote continued his worship of the bear's boots, filling the slave's head with encouragement and guidance, continually telling him to submit and obey. Once the coyote finished one boot, the bear gently guided him to the other and he got to work on that one with gusto, enthusiastically running his tongue over it.

The bear watched him carefully the whole time, noticing how he gradually became more and more vigorous in his task, more driven, more keen. He seemed to really be getting into it, enjoying it.

When Copper thought the slave had done enough, he withdrew the riding crop. “Stop now, slave.” He said. “Look at me.”

The slave coyote raised his head and looked up at his Master, a hint of adoration in his expression, a slight smile on his muzzle. “Yes, Master.”

Copper stared him in the eye, pleased at what he saw. All of the doubt and uncertainty he'd seen there before was now gone. He suspected that whatever hypnotic programming Master Thurman had given him had now firmly taken root in his mind. “How do feel, slave?”

“I feel great, Master.” The coyote replied.

The black bear chuckled. “Then let's get you back to where you belong, worshipping your Master. Only this time, I want you worshipping my cock.” He waved a paw at his jockstrap, with detachable crotch piece. “Of course, you'll have to free it first. Using only your teeth.”

“Yes, Master! I understand!” The slave seemed excited at the prospect. Copper glanced down between the coyote's legs and saw his cock straining against the confines of the chastity device. He was excited all right.

“Get to work, slave!” Copper commanded with a smile.

“Yes, Master! Thank you, Master!” The coyote said, happily.

The slave canine leaned in and started by nuzzling gently at the bulge of the bear's jockstrap. Copper planted his feet firmly on the floor and let himself enjoy the slave's ministrations. Little shivers of delight ran up his spine as the coyote nuzzled at his leather encased cock.

The coyote proceeded from there to running his tongue up the leather bulge, seeming to enjoy the act. Copper enjoyed it as well, feeling more shudders of pleasure, his arousal growing.

After a few licks of the increasingly big bulge, the slave moved on to the metal clasps holding the front piece of the jockstrap in place, nibbling at the them one by one until they came free. He came to the last one and gripped it his teeth, pulling away the detachable piece of the jock in his muzzle.

The bear's cock sprang free, now almost fully erect. The coyote let the piece of leather he'd removed drop from his muzzle to the floor. He stopped for a brief second, staring at the cock before him before diving at it, running his tongue up and down its length

Copper let out a short gasp as the slave worked away at worshipping his meat, quickly encouraging it to get thicker. In less than a minute, it had become a throbbing rock hard rod for the coyote to lick and enjoy.

The bear closed his eyes for a moment, allowing himself to briefly get lost in the pleasurable sensations shooting through his body from his groin, triggered by every touch of the canine tongue on his hard dick.

Arousal was building within him, filling him with lust and desire, a fiery urge to give into sexual heat, to drive himself to a pleasure-filled orgasmic release...

And there was a slave right here for him to use.

He shot out a paw and grabbed the coyote's head, pulling him off his cock. “Slave, stop.”

“Yes, Master.” The coyote replied, but he looked a little disappointed.

“You know.” Said Copper, smirking at him. “Your tail-hole isn't the only part of you that your Master can use for his pleasure... Open your muzzle.”

The slave obeyed, opening his mouth.

“Just remember to watch your teeth.” Copper told him, resting the end of the riding crop on his head. “I feel your teeth on my cock, I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life...”

Without another word, Copper grabbed the back of the slave's head, holding it in place as he rammed forward with his crotch, shoving his cock straight into the open muzzle.

The sudden filling of his muzzle caught the coyote off guard and he almost gagged around the thick flesh, but managed to stop himself, gladly accepting the length, even it meant gulping for air around it's mass.

Copper held the slave's head in a vice-like grip, keeping it in place, and started thrusting in and out of the warm muzzle, growling with delight. He was face-fucking a lowly submissive slave and loving the hell out of every second. Every dominant fibre of his body told him how good and right and natural this was.

He was aware of the coyote doing his best under this assault, relaxing into his grip, running his tongue over the bear's meat as it slid in and out, aiding in maximising his Master's pleasure.

And it was pleasurable, an intense ecstasy flowing through him with each thrust. Each time he slammed his cock into his slave's waiting muzzle and throat, overwhelming ripples of sexual pleasure washed over him, driving him to carry on, to continue pounding his meat into the coyote's maw again and again and again...

And it wasn't just the physical sensations of the act. It was the knowledge that he was a Master using a slave's muzzle for his pleasure, knowing he was dominating him, controlling him, putting him firmly in his place. He just knew completely that this was his place as a dominant bear, he was fulfilling his purpose in the world, and at the same time obeying the orders of his own Master. All these facts swirled in his head and enhanced his sexual heat, his urge to keep going until he reached his release.

Right there and then, all seemed right with the world.

He kept at it, building up a solid rhythm, his cock moving in and out of the slave coyote's muzzle, sliding across the canine's slathering tongue, with gradually increasing speed. All his thoughts started to fade, as he lost himself in the sexual pleasure, focusing solely in the fucking of the muzzle before him.

A deep rumbling built up in Copper's throat, escaping out of his muzzle as growls of delighted pleasure. He could feel his climax building in his throbbing, thrusting cock. He wanted to reach it, to fill his slave's muzzle with his seed.

He let go of the thought of anything else other than the act of fucking the muzzle of the coyote slave before him, of giving in to the raging storm of lust and desire swirling within him.

And then the moment of release came, hitting him like a thunderbolt. He thrust his thick throbbing cock into the coyote's muzzle one last time as the orgasm hit him, his cock head exploding with cum inside the slave's maw. His whole muscular body shuddered and shivered as the orgasmic ecstasy shot through him, pleasure rippling through every inch of him.

He threw back his head and unleashed a loud, primal growl of delight, its intensity reverberating around the room.

The coyote slave before him hungrily slurped and gulped at the milky white juices spurting down his throat, but there was too much, cum dribbling out the sides of his muzzle. His tail wagged happily.

Copper held the slave firmly in place as he continued to ejaculate, pumping his seed into him. The coyote did his best to prolong things, suckling at the cock in his mouth, trying to suck his Master's dick dry of its juices.

Eventually, the orgasm died away, Copper's growls faded and his cock ran dry. Panting heavily, he pulled the coyote away from his cock, looking down at him.

The slave kept licking at his Master's meat as it pulled out, lapping up the last remaining drops of cum from the head. There were splashes and dribbles of cum around his mouth and he lapped them up, running his tongue over his lips.

The bear grinned, still getting his breath back. He released the grip on his slave's head and stepped back a few paces, sitting down on the edge of the room's bed. “You did very well slave.” He panted, coming down from his sexual high 

“Thank you, Master.” The coyote slave said, beaming with pride.

“And...?” Copper prompted, expecting more.

To his credit, the slave figured it out immediately. “Thank you for the honour of using me for your pleasure, Master.”

Nodding his approval, Copper said. “Very good, slave. Now, come over here.”

“Yes, Master.” The coyote slave shuffled forward on his knees, stopping before the seated bear.

“You've shown yourself to be a good slave.” The bear said. “I think a little reward is in order.” He bent over, reaching down. He unclasped and removed the device encasing the slave's cock, pulling it off and tossing it aside.

The slave's dick bobbed a little, throbbing and hardening now that it was free, becoming fully erect and reaching it's full length in a matter of seconds, as the coyote looked up at his Master expectantly. “Thank you, Master.”

“You have permission to rub your cock.” Copper said, giving the coyote a smug smile. “You may masturbate and cum.”

“Thank you, Master.” Said the slave. He then paused, tugging at his restraints, which still kept his paws behind his back. He looked back at Copper, hopefully.

The bear shook his head and laughed. “No, you didn't earn release from your restraints, slave.”

Copper watched as the coyote glanced down at his hard cock and back up at the bear, his face an adorable mixture of sexual need and confusion. He didn't know what to do.

“Yes, its quite a conundrum you have there, slave.” Copper chuckled. “Permission to masturbate and yet no free paw with which to do it... if only you had something to rub that cock of yours against...” For emphasis, he moved his right leg forward an inch.

The coyote noticed the movement and realized what the bear was hinting at. He looked like he was about to launch himself at the bear's leather-covered leg. But he stopped himself.

He looked up at the bear. “Please, Master, may this lowly slave be permitted to rub his cock against your magnificent leg?” He begged.

A broad grin spread across Copper's features. He was pleased the coyote had passed his little test, begging for permission rather than simply doing something he hadn't actually been told to do.

He reached out a paw and ruffled the coyote's head fur. “Permission granted, slave. Go ahead and hump your Master's leg.”

“Thank you so much, Master!” The slave said, eagerly diving forward.

The coyote threw himself against Copper's leg, pressing against it, straddling the booted foot, his head on the bear's knee. He vigorously started rubbing himself up and down, thrusting his groin back and forth at the same time.

Copper watched him go at it, marvelling at how energetic he seemed to be, how passionately he was pumping his manhood against the leather covering his leg, against boot and chaps.

The slave seemed to become completely engrossed in the act of humping the bear's leg, eyes closed, tongue hanging out the side of his muzzle, letting out a stream of whimpers and moans.

He was gradually getting faster, sliding himself up and down the leg with more and more force, his movements filled with more and more urgency, his groans expressing more and more pleasure, breathing in ragged gasps.

For encouragement, Copper placed a paw on the coyote's head, stroking him gently. The slave nuzzled instinctively and affectionately at the paw, not opening his eyes.

It actually didn't take the slave too long to reach his climax, thrusting and rubbing with such incredible enthusiasm. Suddenly, the coyote was shaking and shuddering, his humping slowing as the orgasm hit him, a long loud moan escaping his muzzle.

He kept on slowly rubbing and thrusting against the bear's leg as his cock throbbed and spurted, shivering as the waves of pleasure shot through his body.

Copper watched him slow to a halt, slumping against his leg, panting and exhausted, a look of utter contentment plastered across his face.

“Did you enjoy that, slave?” The black bear asked, even though he already knew the answer.

“Yes, Master.” The coyote said, finally opening his eyes again. He sat back, withdrawing from the bear's leg, returning to a kneeling position. “I enjoyed it very much. Thank you, Master.”

Copper looked down at his leg, at the thick ropey splatters and smears of cum dotted across the leather where the coyote had been humping.

“You've made a mess on my leather there, slave.” He said, firmly. “You'd better clean it up.”

“Of course, Master.” The coyote slave nodded. He immediately leaned in, tongue snaking out.

The slave spent the next several minutes licking up his own cum, cleaning the leather covering his Master's leg, making sure to get every last drop of it, leaving the leather slick and shiny with his saliva by the time he was done and sat back again.

After a brief inspection of the slave's handiwork, Copper nodded his approval. “Well done, slave.”

“Thank you, Master.” The coyote slave replied, looking up at his Master, waiting patiently for further instructions.

“You've done so well, slave.” Copper said, smiling down at the coyote. “You've really come to accept your place and purpose.”

“Yes, Master.” The coyote said, bowing his head, submissively. “Thank you for teaching me.”

Copper chuckled, and he stood up and stretched. “I think we should do something a little more restful now, slave.”

He grabbed the slave, first hauling him to his feet and then lifting him off the ground. He carried the coyote around to the side of the bed and dropped him on it. The slave lay there, looking up at him, curious as to what his Master had in mind.

The big black bear laid himself down on the bed beside the coyote, stretching out and putting his paws behind his head. The slave stayed were he was, waiting for orders. Although, he did stare longingly at the bear's muscular physique.

Copper noticed that, of course. He waited a few minutes before he said anything, teasingly flexing and shifting his muscles and watching the coyote's reaction, enjoying the look of longing and need in his eyes.

Finally, he said. “Go ahead, slave. Gently worship my body some while I relax.”

“Yes, Master!” The coyote grinned. “Thank you, Master!”

The slave got to work, gently pressing his muzzle against Copper's body, nuzzling and licking at his  bulging muscles, making his way up and down his chest and abs.

Copper relaxed, closing his eyes, allowing his mind to drift as his slave went about worshipping him. He felt happy and content, the slave he had personally whipped into shape reverently worshipping every inch of his body.

Several minutes passed, with Copper relaxing, and his coyote slave worshipping his physique, when a voice suddenly filled the room. It was Master Thurman. “Well, that was fun, wasn't it?”

Copper's eyes snapped open and he glanced around, realizing there must be a hidden speaker somewhere.

“But now that all of you are done, it's time to bring this evening's events to a close.” Thurman's voice continued. “Guest slaves: Sleep!”

The coyote slave currently nuzzling at his chest suddenly passed out, sound asleep. Copper gently lifted him off himself and laid him down on the bed beside him. He felt a pang of disappointment at not having the slave to play with anymore. But he pushed it aside. This was what Master Thurman wanted...

But Thurman wasn't finished. “And bears: Dominant mode off!”

It was suddenly as if a switch had been flipped in Copper's head. Within seconds, all the dominant thoughts, feelings and desires that had been filling the very core of his being drained away completely, leaving him feeling a little light headed for a moment as he mentally readjusted himself.

He was back to being who he had been before, Copper, slave bear of the Working Bears club, property of Master Thurman. He fully remembered everything he'd thought and felt while in 'dominant mode', but it felt like a different person then, not truly himself.

He put it down to the expert mental manipulation skills of his magnificent Master. It didn't surprise him that Master Thurman was able to transform him so completely into who he needed and wanted Copper to be and then change him back again. To him, it was just further proof of how powerful his Master was.

“Bears,” Thurman's voice filled he air again. “Put the slave you're with back into their clothes and just their clothes. Remove their collar and anything else you may have added to them. Then carry them out to the lounge.”

“Yes, Master.” The words left his muzzle before Copper he realized that his Master probably couldn't hear him.

He got to work, removing the collar and cuffs from the coyote, and sliding plug out of his ass. He then quickly gathered up the coyote's clothes and set about getting him dressed as best he could. The sleeping canine showed no signs of waking up, no matter what he did as he manipulated his body to get the clothing back on him.

When the coyote was fully clothed again, he jogged over to the door and opened it, just in time to see Axe exiting his room opposite, the sleeping form of the jaguar, Harris, cradled in his arms. He gave Copper a nod and a smile and proceeded along the corridor.

Copper quickly returned to the bed and scooped up the sleeping coyote. He wasn't all that heavy and the black bear had no problem carrying him out of the room.

When he reached the lounge, Master Thurman and Red were there and the fox directed Copper to place the sleeping coyote in a chair, before he was told to stand to one side with his fellow bears.

Lined up on the other side of the room were all the assistants of Thurman's guests. They were all standing to attention, wearing vacant expressions. Copper guessed they were all now brainwashed slaves of Master. 

Before too long, all the slave bears had arrived, and all the guests, still sleeping, had been placed in chairs or on couches.

“Well, this evening has been a big success!” Thurman said. “Now I just have to wake this lot up and send them on their way.”

He turned to face the bears. “Thank you for your help tonight, my slave bears. You did an excellent job and I'm very proud of all of you.”

Copper beamed with joy at earning his Master's compliments and didn't need to look at his comrades to know they were doing the same.

“And don't worry about this lot.” Thurman continued, waving a paw at the sleeping guests. “They won't remember their private time with you. At least, not consciously. The hypnotic programming I gave them will see to that. It will also mean that from now on, they'll listen to me, look up to me, follow whatever business advice I happen to offer them. They'll be completely under my control and won't realize it...”

Thurman gave the slave bears a wide grin. “Of course, that control will be cemented and reinforced by the sub-conscious memory they now all have of being dominated by and submitting to a big powerful bear. It will make it easier for them to submit to and obey the advice of another big powerful bear, namely me. Another reason I wanted you all here tonight instead of my usual staff.”

He shrugged. “And even in the extraordinarily unlikely event that the hypnotic control fails for some reason, thanks to the hidden cameras in the private rooms, I now have very embarrassing material of them all to blackmail them into doing what I want, once we blur out your faces and mask your voices...”

He suddenly clapped his paws together. “Right! Enough chat! There's work to be done! Red?”

The fox's ears perked up. “Yes, Master?”

“Take the bears and get them showered and changed back into their club gear.” Thurman said. “We need to get them back. If I remember their schedules correctly, Wrench and Knockout need to head back to their normal lives tonight.”

“Yes, Master. Shall I arrange a van to take them back to the club?” Red asked.

The brown bear considered this, and then shook his head. “No. Have my limo prepared and ready for me. I'll take them back once I'm done here. I need to go see Victor anyway.”

“You did mention you might postpone that, Master...” Red said.

Thurman sighed. “Yes, and it is tempting.... but no, I've postponed this too many times already, it's time to deal with him. So get my limo ready and get the bears to it once they're changed.”

Red nodded. “Yes, Master.” He turned to go, to lead the slave bears away.

“Except...”  Thurman said, raising a paw, causing Red to stop in his tracks. “Except for Axe I think. You deserve a reward for your hard work, Red, and I'll likely want to blow off some steam when I get back from the club. So I want you and Axe waiting for me in my bedroom when I get back. Until then, I'm sure the two of you can find some way to pass the time...”

And then Red did something Copper had started to think that maybe he'd been incapable of. He smiled a big, wide, joyous smile. “Yes, Master! Thank you, Master!” He looked extremely happy.

Axe also spoke up. “Thank you, Master!” The big polar bear rumbled.

“Just remember the rules.” Thurman grinned. “No cumming without my express permission. Which you won't have until I get there. Now, run along...”

“Yes, Master!” Said Red, the smile not leaving his muzzle as he motioned for the bears to follow him and they headed out of the room.

Copper felt a little jealous of Red and Axe. It seemed like they would be getting some private time with Master later. But, it was Master's decision, so he accepted it. Although he did vaguely wonder why Axe had been the one chosen...

A little while later, that jealously was gone, as he was riding in Master Thurman's spacious and luxurious limo, heading back to the Working Bears club.

Or rather, he was lying on the floor of the limo alongside Poser. They two of them had been given permission to remove Master's shoes and socks and worship his feet, and they tackled this task with enthusiasm. Grapple and Wrench were sat either side of Master, taking turns to worship the brown bear's cock which he had pulled out. Knockout and Anchor were busy sucking off each other in a sixty-nine position for Master's amusement.

As he worked, Copper thought about the events of that evening, and was filled with pride and satisfaction. He'd spent the evening serving and aiding his mighty Master, being reminded of how intelligent, powerful and how in control of everything around him he was. He felt so honoured to be the slave of such a Master, to be able to serve and obey him.

And as he lay there, tongue licking the feet of his great Master, he felt as happy and content as he ever had in his entire life, proud to be a slave of Master Thurman.

THE END.