Working Bears Beginnings: Hammer

My name is Hammer. I’m a grizzly bear who is also a brainwashed slave, belonging to my Master, Dr. Bernard Thurman, and part of the staff of his Working Bears Club. I know it’s an unusual life, but I love it all the same.

Of course, it wasn’t always like this for me. There was a time when the very idea of being any kind of gay slave would have been completely disgusting and wrong to me. Although its something I suppose I can understand, looking back on it, I am very glad that attitude didn’t stop my Master. Being owned by Master Thurman has brought so much joy into my life, after all.

The big change in my life happened just as everything was falling apart…

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“Hey, boss?”

I paused, the glass halfway to my muzzle, and turned to look at the figure standing in the doorway of my office. I carefully put the glass down beside the half empty bottle of scotch. “Yeah, what is it, Steve?”

The large wolf took half a step into the office, about to say something, but paused when he saw the bottle and the glass. He frowned. “Little early in the day, isn’t it, boss?”

“Not really.” I said, defiantly snatching up the glass and downing the contents in one gulp.

Steve was looking concerned, ears flattened and his tail twitching. “Look, boss, I know things are bad right now…”

“Bad?” I couldn’t help but snarl a little. I stabbed a paw at the papers on my desk in front of me. “You know what this paperwork is, right?”

Somehow, the wolf’s ears managed to flatten even further. “Yeah… I think I can guess.”

“Then you realize we are well past ‘bad’ at this point…” I stopped and pulled myself together, forcing myself to calm down. Letting out my anger at Steve was not the right thing to do, he’d been a loyal friend and employee through this whole mess, none of this was his fault.

“I’m sorry, Steve.” I sighed, my bulky frame sagging back in my chair. “It’s just… it’s another very bad day, y’know?”

The wolf nodded. “I know, boss.” There was a moment of silence. Neither of us needed to say any more than that. When Steve spoke again, it was to change the subject. “Hey, the reason I came up here, there’s someone to see you, some bear stuffed in an expensive suit. Wants to see you to discuss some business, he said.”

I winced, rubbing at my eyes. Knowing my luck, it was probably another creditor looking for payment of some debt. I had plenty of those.

“Well, go point him toward my office.” I said, sighing heavily. “Whatever extra shit life is about to throw at me, I might as well get it over with.”

The wolf nodded sadly and left. A few minutes later, the visitor stepped into my office.

He was indeed a bear, with brown fur, wearing an expensive, possibly custom tailored, business suit that encased a heavily built body. If I’d had an inclination towards males back then, I probably would have found him attractive, with his handsome looks and immaculately groomed fur.

I stood and padded around my desk to meet him. We shook paws and I noted his strong confident grip.

“Hello.” He said, smiling warmly. “I’m Dr. Bernard Thurman. I have some business to discuss with you.”

“What kind of business?” I asked, cautiously.

He seemed a little taken aback by that. “This is a construction company, isn’t it? I want to hire you for some construction work on some new facilities for my company.” He shrugged. “Normally, sub-ordinates of mine handle stuff like this, but I occasionally like to get out of the office and do some of it myself, get out in the world, get my paws a little dirty, as it were…”

“You’re serious?” I could hardly believe it.

“Of course I am.” Thurman’s brow furrowed slightly. He seemed confused by my reaction. “I saw what great work you did on the new offices you built for Ryerson Tech and thought I’d… is something wrong?”

My expression had soured considerably at the mention of that name. “Ryerson? Is this some sick joke he’s set up? Ruining me wasn’t enough, he wants to rub salt in the wounds too?” I was sneering at the other bear now, my anger rising.

Thurman was suddenly serious. “I assure you, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re not connected to Jared Ryerson?”

The other bear chuckled at that and rolled his eyes. “Hardly. The guy is a major ass. He threw a charitable function at the place you built for him that I attended. I thought the place looked great and I was in need of a new contractor for a construction project, so I had someone look into who did the job for him…” He paused, focusing his full attention on me. “What’s this about him ruining you?”

It didn’t matter if he knew, I supposed, it would be a matter of public record soon enough. I stalked over to my desk, scooped up the papers that were resting there and shoved them into his paws. “See for yourself.”

He skimmed over the paperwork, eyes widening. “Bankruptcy?”

“Yep.” I said, harshly. “Mr. Ryerson hired me for his big construction project, and I thought it was going to secure the future of my company, working for a big shot billionaire like that. Especially as my finances were still recovering from the messy divorce with my lying cheating ex-wife.”

My shoulders sagged as I relayed the story. “Then, once the job was done, he defaulted on the contract, refused to pay what was owed, citing various loopholes in the fine print, claiming I hadn’t followed proper procedures in various ways. I guess he’d rather buy yet another gold-plated private jet than pay his bills. I tried taking him to court, of course, but he had a team of expensive lawyers and I didn’t. Got hit with the court costs on top of everything else.”

Thurman was watching me, his expression impassive and unreadable.

Now that I’d started talking about the mess my life had become, I couldn’t stop, and it all came pouring out. “I spent fourteen fucking years building up this company from scratch, through good times and bad. I worked so hard to make a name for us, a reputation to be proud of. It wasn’t always easy. There were some fucking rough times over the years, but I stuck with it.”

I leaned against my desk. “But it’s all over now. That fucking Ryerson has wrecked my finances. I’m out of options. My luck has well and truly run out.”

“Oh, on the contrary.” Thurman said. “I think you just got very lucky indeed.” I looked at him to see he was smiling, in a smug, self-satisfied way.

He walked over to my desk to replace the bankruptcy papers, and then fixed me with a glare. “I am going to buy your company. I will take care of all your debts. You will still run it as you see fit but will answer to me. I’ll even have some lawyers take a look at the court case with Ryerson, there might be grounds for appeal. And… I have another business you will get involved with, a bear construction worker such as yourself will fit in very well there.”

This was all so sudden and my mind was reeling. I remained cautious and suspicious. “What if I refuse?”

Thurman’s smile widened. “I’m sorry if I gave you the impression that I was making an offer. I wasn’t. I was informing you what was going to happen. Now, look into my eyes…”

“But I…”

“Hush.” Thurman commanded, his domineering tone causing me to instinctively do as I was told in that moment. “Look into my eyes, listen to my voice, and relax…”

I did just that, staring into those magnificent eyes of his, and felt myself starting to relax, Thurman speaking softly to me, his words washing over me, my mind drifting away…

I don’t really remember any more that that of the first time Master hypnotized me, and I believe that’s the way he likes it. Master Thurman is an expert in hypnosis and mind control, with many methods of his own devising at his disposal, capable of getting the average person into a trance with speed and ease, just as he did with me that day. I firmly believe my Master may very well be the world’s great hypnotist, although I will admit I am rather biased, what with being his devoted loyal slave and everything.

Suffice to say, some time passed with me in a hypnotic trance, my mind completely open to Master Thurman’s whims.

When I eventually blinked back into consciousness sometime later, I was on my knees and bare-chested, having removed my shift at some point. I was naturally confused as to what had just happened, but not concerned. I was relaxed and refreshed, feeling better than I had in months. All seemed right and good in the world, to be kneeling there in the presence of the great and handsome Bernard Thurman.

Thurman was standing before me, but paying me no attention, instead talking to someone on his cell phone. “Within the hour? Excellent. Make sure they know exactly how much they have to do here. I’ll be heading back to the office soon.” He hung up and pocketed the phone.

He noticed I was awake and smiling at him. “Ah, you’re awake!” He beamed. “Good news! A team of lawyers working for me will be here within an hour. They’ll handle everything to do with the company purchase, the bankruptcy, the debts, all of that. Don’t worry about any of it, just focus on running this place for me.”

I nodded. It suddenly felt like a very good thing to have my company owned by Thurman, any doubts or concerns I might have had were now completely gone.

“Do get up and get your shirt back on.” Thurman said. “As fun as it was fondling that body of yours, there’ll be no more of that. At least not today.”

I frowned a little at that as I obeyed, but more at how I now seemed to find the idea of his paws on my body arousing than anything else. Just the thought caused my cock to harden slightly in my pants.

“I need to get going.” Thurman said, shooting me a small smile. “Give the lawyers your full co-operation when they arrive.”

I bowed my head submissively. It seemed the right thing to do. “Yes, Sir.”

He patted me on the shoulder, the physical contact causing a thrill of sexual energy to crackle through me. “Welcome to the Thurman family.”

“Thank you, sir. For everything.” I replied, unable to stop my muzzle splitting into a wide grin.

And then he left, with one parting remark. “And don’t forget where you need to be tomorrow evening…”

And suddenly I knew, the knowledge of where Thurman wanted me to go popped into my head, bubbling up from my sub-conscious where he had planted it.

Of course, Steve had lots of questions about what had happened when I emerged from my office with a dumb grin on my face. I informed him that the company was being saved by Thurman Industries. He was sceptical at first but was quickly won over by my enthusiastic praise of Bernard Thurman.

Before long, the lawyers turned up and everything became very busy. But through it all, at the back of my mind burned the knowledge of the place Thurman wanted me to go…

Some place called ‘The Working Bears Club’…

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And that was how it happened. I went to the club and got my full mental reprogramming that first night. I became a happy slave bear, received the new name of Hammer, met a whole bunch of fellow slave bears from various other professions and felt more at home than I ever had anywhere before.

I still run the construction company for Master Thurman when not at the club, and with his backing, it has thrived and grown. Jared Ryerson eventually went bankrupt. It’s not the place of a lowly slave bear such as myself to know about such things, but I suspect my Master might have had a paw in that development.

But my heart always remains firmly at the club. It’s where I belong, where I’m happiest, serving my Master by serving his customers and spending time with my fellow slave bears. I absolutely love my life as a brainwashed slave bear and I am eternally grateful to my magnificent Master Thurman for making me the submissive and joyful bear I am these days. If I had a choice, I wouldn’t want things any other way…

THE END