Subscription Serviced: Discount Vacation to Orsos Island
by time_to_occur
Consent is paramount in real life. I do not condone non-consensual acts.
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You tap "Yes" without hesitation.
Truth be told, your brain had already been softened a little by repeat exposure to the Lustcraft ads and content that had slowly overtaken your social media feeds. Lustcraft had gained a reputation as a boutique wellness company that took a holistic (hole-istic) approach to health. It was the free trial of our fitness app, Lustcraft Lifestyle, that had finally hooked you.
You hadn't yet taken the plunge on ordering any of our boxes of supplements or workout tools, but you had been following advice from the Lustcraft coaches and fitness influencers for about a month now. We knew our business. You were once a completely average white-collar worker living in Canada, from your height to your build to the money in your bank account. With Lustcraft, you finally broke through the plateau you had been stuck at for months.
That month of data from the free trial signaled to me that you would make good clay. I didn't have a client in mind for you, yet, but I knew the perfect place for you all the same. It's my prerogative to make these product decisions as the lead designer and owner of Lustcraft. (You can call me Merrill, by the way, though you probably won't remember.)
So, I made sure that you saw the right subliminals and you tapped "Yes" without a second thought.
You sign up for a few other Lustcraft services, including Lustscroller, our private social media app. You also find out, to your surprise, but not your disgust (to your greater surprise), that Lustcraft started out as a sex toy company. It still is, with a wide range of custom products, as you will discover when you become one.
You consider buying a cock sleeve but hold off for now. You'll wait for a sale. You're thrifty. I like that about you. It's my way in.
The discounts start to roll in. They're tailored to you, but not as tailored as we might have made them. We don't want to scare you off by showing just how much we can stare into your soul through the device you carry in your pocket everywhere. We know your pain points, your frustrations, your worries, exactly how much you'll pay for which goods and services.
The first offer you accept, about a week into this new phase of our relationship, is thirty percent off our Lustcraft Bro-tein Powder with 65 Superfoods and less than 1 gram of sugar per serving. You love it. It tastes great, doesn't clump up when you mix it, and your gains start to increase just like you were promised. And, you didn't, you know, test this or anything, but you think it has increased the size of your loads. You just get the feeling when you masturbate that you're cumming more.
From there, you're told that you can keep the discount as long as you subscribe for monthly deliveries, and that makes the stuff way more affordable than what you had been using before. You also add on a couple more supplements — Creatine, Collagen, Psyllium husk fibre — to that subscription and that gives you an even bigger discount.
As the offers roll in, you notice now that they're getting more customized based on what you accept and reject. That's convenient for you, so you start going to the app to see what's available in your discount tab before you buy anything at all. It's a habit that serves us both.
Week after week, your trust in Lustcraft recommendations and tastemaking only grows, until about half the things you buy come from us in some shape or form.
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It gets to be winter time. You live in a cold, snowy place. You don't love the winter, but you have a good job here. Good enough to afford time off for a vacation from the office and maybe to head somewhere warm for a week or two to some cheap all-inclusive place.
You open the Lustcraft Lifestyle app.
You're used to having the discounts meet your whims, these days. You trust that Lustcraft usually has the best deals. And there it is: a vacation to Orsos Island in the Dyclades. You've never been anywhere Mediterranean. You keep reading. Orsos Island is known for its beautiful beaches, scenic hikes, ancient olive groves, and incredible cuisine made with locally grown ingredients. The island is mostly self-sufficient apart from electricity and a couple of staples.
The offer includes the flight and accommodations for two weeks at the kind of price you might have paid for this sort of thing twenty years ago.
It isn't an all-inclusive like you wanted, so at first you decide to keep looking. But, even with the cost of food, transport on the island, and having to plan your own activities, the Lustcraft offer is still way more affordable than anything else. Plus, the food at all-inclusives does get a little same-y and so do the activities...
These last few months have made you a loyal customer. You book your vacation with your Lustcraft Discount. That triggers a cascade of events, only some of which are immediately visible to you. You get an email that explains that the amount that you've spent using Lustcraft Discounts entitles you to a membership upgrade and that you are now a Lustcraft Gold Star member. From now on, you'll get even better discounts and offers, tailored to your profile and location.
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When you get off your flight to Orsos Island, the real fun begins.
The tiny island airport is quiet. Your flight was on a small propeller plane that could seat maybe forty, but only had about twenty people on it. Encouraged by your Lustcraft Gold Star member mindset, you choose to see yourself as having discerning taste. You've chosen a hidden gem for your vacation, not one of the usual tourist hotspots, which are so loud and crowded and always seem to breed at least a little resentment among locals.
You notice a few things about those locals immediately as you look for your ride at Arrivals: they are, with few exceptions, hairy, thickset men with large muscles and dark, curly hair. They are tanned a deep reddish brown. One of them, taller than the rest, holds up a sign that has the Lustcraft Vacations logo across the top and your last name in bold letters below. When you approach, the man breaks into a smile and greets you with one of the ten words you've learned in the local language.
You answer with the same word, then laugh a little self-consciously. You explain to the big guy that that's about the limit of your language abilities.
"No problem, no problem. Here on Orsos Island, everything is good. No stress. You will learn," says the tall, burly man. He hoists your luggage onto his shoulders despite your protests that you can carry something, and begins to walk away. His strength is impressive to watch.
You follow, your eyes naturally drawn to the curves of his ass and his enormous thighs in his tight Bermuda shorts. When everything is loaded in the car, your driver turns on the satellite radio and a familiar jingle plays — it's one of the Lustcraft Lifestyle ad spots you've heard so often in the last few months. They really seem to have a foothold here! You find that strangely comforting. We have worked hard to ensure your trust in us, after all.
Your driver has a ready stream of helpful information for you. He tells you not to drink the tap water because it is desalinated. He also explains that Orsos is proud to be almost entirely self-sufficient, as you had heard, and that the local produce is known for being small but having concentrated flavour. They use a special fertilizer and watering process because of the lack of minerals in the desalinated water. He recommends trying a fresh peach and some of the local potatoes.
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After a few more restaurant and beach recommendations, you reach your hotel, where he unloads your bags, claps you on the shoulder with enough force to reverberate through your body, and leaves you with his phone number in case you need a taxi while you're here. You are now ready to check in at your hotel.
The walls of your small, exclusive boutique hotel are white, with whitish grey marble tile floors. The trim is a bright, welcoming blue. You can see the pool and hot tub in the nearby courtyard, bathed in mid-morning sun.
The concierge is waiting inside, looking like he could be related to your driver. His arms are covered in tattoos of what appear to be snakes and he is a little shorter, his belly a little larger — he has the kind of muscle gut that you have seen on some of your fellow gym rats and he wears it very well. You feel the slightest stirring in your groin at the thought of your driver and the concierge working out together or working on their tans out in the Orsos sun. Smiling, the concierge, whose name tag says "Spiros", offers you a cold drink — it's an orange and red cocktail of some kind.
You take it, and Spiros grabs your bags before you can protest and leads you to your room. You take a sip of the drink and it's...unusual. It's sweet, sure, with the flavour of peach and watermelon coming through deliciously, but beneath that, there's another taste. It's somehow slightly musky, unexpected. There's no alcoholic burn. You wonder if that earthy, musky taste is a side effect of the water and fertilizer they use here.
"Drink up, friend," says the Concierge encouragingly, putting a meaty hand on your shoulder that makes you feel warm and a little shy. "This is a local delicacy. It will put hair on your chest!"
You wonder how literally he means that. You've never been very hairy, and what little hair you do have on your body, you usually shave.
You find yourself a little intrigued by the thought of getting hairy like these men. But, you're reading way too much into what was obviously a joke.
You finish up your drink as Spiros shows you your room, with its private hot tub, separate shower, balcony view, and King size bed. He tells you they also have a gym on-site, a rarity for the Dyclades, and that breakfast can be provided at a small additional cost. He and his brother cook everything themselves.
You smile and tell him to expect you for breakfast the next day. He smiles back and gives you another once over. "Make sure to come hungry. We will fill you up." He nods to the kitchenette, where a welcome basket of fruit and other local delicacies sits on the table. "In the meantime, enjoy."
Your brain imagines what it would be like to be filled up by these burly, tanned bears, and you flush a little. You don't usually think so much about sex. Or, you didn't. More and more, you've found yourself thinking about your gym bros lately. That doesn't bother you, exactly, but it's new. It wasn't as though you hadn't fucked before. After "experimenting" with people of every gender you could find in university, you had simply thought you were mostly asexual, maybe demisexual.
Clearly, that isn't the case anymore. Maybe your gains and workouts have increased your testosterone levels. You ponder this as you lather sunscreen onto your pale, winter skin and wait for it to soak in so you can hit up the pool. As you wait, you feel a sudden urgent, gurgling hunger.
There is that welcome basket in your kitchenette. You aren't sure you can hold out through the process of finding a restaurant, ordering, and waiting.
You take out a smallish watermelon and wash the rind in the kitchenette sink. As you cut it open, some of the juices spill out and their sweet scent releases into the air. There's another layer to the scent that isn't clear to you at first. You take a bite of watermelon and the juices run down your throat, cool and hydrating. That other scent is part of the taste, too. You don't think the watermelon has gone off, but the aftertaste is just sort of...funky. Musky. You remind yourself that they use desalinated ocean water here, and you imagine that must be what's causing it.
You finish off the watermelon and push your thumb into a large, ripe peach, splitting the skin open, the juices running down your hands and wrists, and you take out the pit so that all that is left is succulent peach flesh. It, too, has that musky taste. Your brain is already starting to seek it out, maybe even crave it. The figs and bananas are inside of you in no time. That just leaves the lemons in the gift basket, much too acidic to eat on their own.
You don't feel full, but it should be enough to get you to a restaurant on the beach. Your stomach burbles pleasantly at you as you pull on your shorts and a short-sleeved button down.
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The sun is baking down and you feel glad that you've got on a nice high SPF sunscreen to protect you. The beaches are covered in sun chairs and umbrellas. Walking down by the water still gives you plenty to admire, both from the natural world and your fellow humans. The crowd leans thick and masculine. Lots of the men on this beach look like they're about to burst out of their stretchy swimsuits. You wonder why you've never noticed men like this elsewhere.
By the time you pick a restaurant (with a discount from Lustcraft to seal the deal), your stomach is already growling again. You feel a deep well of emptiness that you ache to fill.
You were going to pay special attention to the descriptions that mention local delicacies and local ingredients, but that's just about all of them. The waiter, a bald man with a truly impressive beard, dark and curly, and a rounded gut, approaches your table at your signal.
His smile widens when you ask for recommendations. He has plenty.
You push forkful after forkful of food past your lips, enjoying the concentrated flavours with that signature musky aftertaste. When you look up for a moment, you have the sense that your waiter is watching you eat. When you catch his eye, he comes over.
"Is everything to your taste?" He refills your bread and takes one of the dishes that you have just emptied.
You flush, self-conscious about the sheer concentration with which you've been consuming the food. You tell him it's all delicious.
"Very good. You know, we grow almost everything right here on the Island," he says, making conversation as he gives you a very deliberate once-over. "The vegetables are small but the men grow big."
It's not even past lunchtime on your first day here and you're already being flirted with!
You can feel your heartbeat in your ears. You aren't sure how you feel about this. Sensing your hesitation, your waiter gives a subject-changing laugh and gives you the bill, his English almost but not quite perfect. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I hope you'll come next time."
You check your watch. It's already been a few hours since you last applied sunscreen and the last thing you want is to get a sunburn on your first day of vacation. You dig through your beach bag and realize that you've forgotten your lotion. You look around for a store on the beach that might have some. Naturally, you have a discount.
When you find some, you can't read the label and your cell signal isn't strong enough to really use a translator. The SPF is about the only thing you can read.
It seems to be locally produced and it smells fruity, with that underlayer of earthiness that you are quickly growing used to. You slather it on your skin and the scent surrounds you. You close your eyes and inhale. You find it relaxing. That's good, because that's exactly what you're here to do.
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You decide to move this party to a beach chair where you can let the cream soak into your skin before going for a swim. It being mid-afternoon on a gorgeous day, most of the chairs are taken. As you look, a blond mustachioed man about your age waves you over, indicating a free chair under his umbrella.
"Hey, mate, you can share this one with me if you like. No charge! I've already paid and I wasn't going to use the second chair anyway," he says, grinning. His accent tells you that he's Australian. You've heard that they like to come to the Dyclades.
You decide to take him up on it. You put your things beside the chair and lower yourself into it.
"I've only just gotten here three days ago myself," he says, without prompting. "My name's Chase. Locals seem friendly. Some of the food tastes a little different than I'm used to, but not in a bad way. Got plans to visit a local farm this week at some point, gonna pick myself some fresh figs."
You nod along and explain that you just got here today.
"And you're on your own, too, hey? Seems like most of the guys here are alone. It's just that kind of place, I guess," says Chase, reflecting a moment. "Well, I'll let ya enjoy a little peace and quiet for now, mate."
Chase turns back to his beach book and you settle in on the chair. The heat and your recent meal make you feel a little sleepy, so you put in your Lustcraft Elite Audiophile Buds and give us direct access to your tender brain through your ears.
At this stage, the audio is probably more subtle than it needs to be, given how responsive you have been to prompting.
'You are a Lustcraft man. Lustcraft never steers you wrong. Lustcraft always recommends the right thing.'
You nod along as you relax in the warmth of the day, barely conscious. You drift, listening to the subliminals beneath your chill beach playlist as they take a turn, encouraging you to open yourself up to all the opportunities that present themselves on your vacation.
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When you wake up, the sun has moved significantly and you are directly in it, the umbrella just barely shading your face. Chase is in the water. The rest of your body is in direct sunlight. You aren't sure how long you've been exposed this way, but, looking at your reflection in your cellphone camera, your skin isn't red at all. Instead, it is already a deep, warm bronze, a tone you aren't sure that your skin has ever been before.
Your eyes catch on Chase coming out of the ocean, skin glistening, hair slicked back. You watch his muscles ripple under the soft layer of fat that coats his body, rivulets of water running down his pronounced gut. You realize that you're horny for him.
He sees you looking and struts a little, chest puffed out. "You like what you see, mate?"
Once, you would have shied away. This time, you close the distance and place a hand on his chest. The golden hair on his chest feels silken under your palm, your touch squeezing another rivulet that runs down his sunwarmed skin toward his thighs. "Yeah."
"Yeah," he answers, and presses your hand to his chest. Chase keeps the tension on it as he slides both your hands down toward his thighs. As your hands whisper over the skin, he pulls away. "Follow me."
So you do.
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Chase brings you back to his hotel room, which has a kitchenette just like yours. He has a fruit basket of his own out on the table and the scent that rises from the ripe fruit is intoxicating.
"This local fruit is amazing. I'll make us some smoothies," he says, and begins to rinse and chop melons and bananas and other berries. "A buddy of mine showed me this recipe. I think you'll love it, too."
The scent of the fruit is even stronger now that it's cut up. You barely remember to answer him for a second, the smell is so distracting. You had thought you were here to fuck. Did you misread his signals?
He blends the smoothies then opens up his phone. You can see that it's Lustcraft-branded, just like yours, and you show him.
"Oh yeah, aren't they just the fucking best? I got some major deals coming in this vacation because of them."
You laugh together at the fact that you both never would have thought to come to this beautiful island if it weren't for Lustcraft. He hands you a smoothie and you drink deep. It's sweet, tangy, and with that underlying note of musk that you've come to associate with the island.
"Kind of incredible, the fruit they manage to grow here with so little water. They have a special fertilizer, apparently. I'm going to learn all about it during my tour of that orchard. I love the way my body feels since I got here."
You tell Chase that you've been eating way more than usual, not that it bothers you. It just seems like everything here stimulates your appetite, probably because it's all so delicious. You look at the smoothie in your hands and realize it's already more than half-gone.
"I think you're going to look great when you fill out," says Chase. "Most of the guys here seem to be growing. I've been here a while longer than you so I've seen the way people change."
The thought seems like it ought to trouble you, so you think about it further. All of the guys who come to the island grow? That makes it seem awfully deliberate, not just like a side effect of vacationing and putting on a few pounds. Chase looks at your expression and claps you on the shoulder. "Lustcraft never steers me wrong!"
You agree and forget to be worried. Chase downs the rest of his smoothie and strips off his bathing suit right there. "Come shower with me, stud."
Chase's phone is on the counter near the sink, the speakers playing Lustcraft Radio. The music echoes through the bathroom. Chase is adjusting the water temperature and you finally get a look at the dick between his legs. Your mouth waters at the girth and size, a solid ten inches long and thick as your wrist. You've been horny since you got to the Island, surrounded by thick, muscular men.
Chase smiles at you and pulls you under the water. Even the water here has a light odour to it that isn't the chlorinated scent that you're accustomed to.
You decide to take a more active role, show Chase what you're made of. You take the bar of soap and make a lather in your hands. You spread the lather over Chase's chest, massaging his fuzzy pecs and playing with his nipples. Chase lets you know he likes it with loud, appreciative groans. His hands grab the soap and he begins to mirror your actions, encouraging you to do what you want done to yourself. You spread more of the soap across Chase's shoulders and sides, then step in close to reach his back.
Your bellies and chests press together and you deliberately start rubbing against him, his hair scrubbing your skin like a washcloth while you feel your dick harden. Your hands caress his back and his do the same, gliding along your shoulder blades and spine. When your hands slide up his neck, you find each other cradling each other's heads. You stare into his eyes for a little while, the catchy music echoing in the small room and making sure that there is no awkward silence between you.
You close the distance and Chase welcomes your tongue in his mouth, moaning into you, his lips warm and plump and pleasant, his facial hair tickling your upper lip. Your bodies press together. Chase strokes the back of your neck and it feels almost as good as if he were stroking your cock. You reach down and find his hard-on, and you lay it across your own more modest dick — though not as modest as you remember. You feel bigger. You hold both dicks together and thrust, the water from the shower helping your shafts slide against each other.
Chase places his hands on your shoulders and pushes down firmly, insistently. You kneel in the spray of the shower. Chase strokes his hands through your hair, tickling your scalp. Then, he pulls your face toward his long, thick dick.
You feel a thrill run up your spine, a hot ache in your groin, as he smushes your face up against the hard, firm organ. The skin is silken, and the blood pulsing through it, making it so hard, also makes it warm. A jet of pre-cum sprays across your cheek but the shower rinses it off immediately. You find yourself regretting that you couldn't lick it up. You turn your head toward that cock and Chase responds by pushing it past your willing lips.
You swallow as much as you can, angling your throat to let it go deeper, but you sputter as the water from the shower runs into your face. Chase, noticing, turns off the stream and pulls away.
"Stay on your knees, mate. I'll get us some towels and you can follow me to the living room."
You feel a little funny at the idea of crawling around on your knees, but you're so adventurous, always open to trying new things and Lustcraft has brought the two of you together with this vacation. Lustcraft never steers you wrong. So you stay there. Chase tosses a towel to you and it drapes over your face. He leaves you there, kneeling in the bathroom with the Lustcraft Radio App playing music for you.
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Once you're reasonably dry, you crawl to the living room. Chase is setting up what looks like some ring lights and a web cam. "There you are! Ah, I forgot my phone in there, didn't I? I'll be right back."
Now that you're away from the Lustcraft music with nothing to focus on but your surroundings, you feel a sense of discomfort sitting there naked on your knees, with what is clearly some kind of streaming setup. If Chase wants to stream you having sex, that's...
Now that you're away from the Lustcraft music with nothing to focus on but your surroundings, you feel a sense of discomfort sitting there naked on your knees, with what is clearly some kind of streaming setup. If Chase wants to stream you having sex, that's...
Chase carries his phone into the living room, pressing a few buttons and connecting it up to the Bluetooth speakers. At first, sound blasts through the room, interrupting your train of thought, then Chase grimaces and adjusts the volume. "Ah, sorry about that. There, that's better."
And it is. The music is sensual, the beat much faster than what Chase had been playing in the shower. You close your eyes and lose yourself to it for a moment, feeling a burst of need rush through your body.
Chase places a hand on your hand and tilts your face up so that you're looking at him. "I found your Lustscroller profile on the 'Near Me' tab when you were napping on the beach, mate. Almost zero photos of yourself, just a bunch of workout meals and landscape shots. I think we owe the others a video or two, don't you?"
You hesitate. You tell Chase you've never done anything on camera like this.
"First-timers get more attention, especially when they're pairing up with seasoned pros like me. Let's make it a livestream. You can build up a lot of Lustscroller credits this way. And I can see how hard you are, leaking all over the place," says Chase, running his fingers through your dark brown hair. "What's the harm? Everyone on Lustscroller does it. You know that. Your account doesn't even have your legal name. And you're on vacation. You're here to have fun. Don't you want something to look back on?"
The temptation is strong, but you still feel unsure. Chase can see it on your face. He smiles. "That's okay. You know I won't force you into anything you don't want. How about an on-camera massage instead? I've got the best lotion."
Relieved to have another option that still lets you touch Chase, who is very fucking hot with that blond fur-covered muscle gut and that thick meat swinging between his legs, you nod. The beat of the music is infectious, making you want to move to it. You forget to care that you’re still naked too. You find yourself subtly nodding your head to it and moving your hips even while kneeling on the floor.
Chase motions for you to get up and take your place among the lights as he returns to the bathroom to grab the massage lotion. He returns with it and you notice that the label is in the local language. The logo shows that it is, of course, a Lustcraft product, but where other options might have stylized images of the main ingredients or scent, the only other image on it is a large bear paw.
He sits you down on a metal chair. "I'll introduce you before we start. The feed loves a new guy. You need a stage name..."
You tell Chase you have a username but he shakes his head. "Nah. We'll actually change your generic old username to match your stage name once we've got one. Maybe we can ask the stream for suggestions. Meantime, I'll just call you my new friend."
The cellphone camera captures it all in higher resolution than you would probably expect. Those Lustcraft phones are built for content creation.
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(When you rewatch it, at first it feels like you're watching a stranger, but eventually you begin to recall how it felt, every minute of it.)
A fairly built guy with dark brown hair and maybe the slightest hint of a belly from his already indulgent vacation is seated on a metal chair, hands in his lap, looking ahead, waiting. (That's you.)
A blond, hairy-chested man leans into frame as he adjusts the position of the lens. (That's Chase.) He clears his throat. "Hey, y'all. It's Sunbear-On-Air! Thanks for tuning into this joint live. I'm streaming from Orsos Island, on vacation, and I met a fellow Lustscroller at the beach. Turns out he's a streaming virgin and doesn't even have a handle yet."
Sunbear-On-Air walks over to the man in the chair and steps behind him. He lays two friendly, (heavy, you remember, they felt heavy,) dominant hands on the seated man's shoulders. "While we stream, I want y'all to suggest some names for this guy. Something catchy! We're not going to do anything too wild tonight, at least not to start." (You remember thinking that was an odd thing to say, after what you and Chase had talked about.)
Sunbear-On-Air walks over to the man in the chair and steps behind him. He lays two friendly, (heavy, you remember, they felt heavy,) dominant hands on the seated man's shoulders. "While we stream, I want y'all to suggest some names for this guy. Something catchy! We're not going to do anything too wild tonight, at least not to start." (You remember thinking that was an odd thing to say, after what you and Chase had talked about.)
Sunbear-On-Air holds up the tube of cream in one of his big hands. "We're going to do a product demonstration for y'all. This stuff is a locally-made Lustcraft product, available only on Orsos Island — or maybe, if you're real good and real nice, through your favourite Lustcraft product importer, yours truly."
(You hadn't realized that Chase had a job associated with Lustcraft. They are a large company, though, and it wasn't as though you had gotten around to telling him about your office job.)
The other man on the screen looks a little nervous. Sunbear-On-Air ruffles the man's hair and gives him a little kiss on the forehead. "This lotion is going to feel incredible. But I won't ruin the surprise. Let's just get started. Are you ready, mate?"
(You remember looking up, seeing the number of viewers tick up, seeing emojis fly by, messages that scroll before you can read them. Chase has a laptop up on the counter behind you where only he can see it, presumably to keep an eye on the chat.)
After looking up briefly into the camera screen, the brown-haired man in the chair nods, and says, in a high sweet tenor, (giving off more confidence than you certainly remember feeling,) "Yeah, Sunbear, I'm ready. Let's do this."
Sunbear-On-Air nods. He pulls out a pair of vinyl gloves and puts them on his hands. (You remember wondering why. You learned.) He squeezes out a large dollop of creamy white lotion into one palm and spreads it across both palms and fingertips. "Arms behind your back, mate."
The dark-haired man complies, crossing his arms behind him and gripping his own wrists. This pushes his chest out. The pecs are shelf-like, the arms bulging with muscle. Sunbear notes this. "Nice canvas we've got here. Someone has been following the Lustcraft workout program for sure."
He glances then at the chatroom, chuckling at something that he reads. "Too right, HirsutesYou, too right. Oh, there's a couple of good streamer name suggestions here. TabulaNoRazor suggests we call you 'CubbyHole'. That's cute. Barbier69 says, 'BronzeBeachBum'. I did pick him up at the beach, after all! HirsutesYou says we don't know enough about you yet and we need more time to see what your personality is like. Good point. Maybe I'll do a little interview with our new friend while I massage this lotion into his skin. For now, let's call him 'Cub', shall we? After all, I'm Sunbear-On-Air and I'm mentoring him for today."
The dark-haired man complies, crossing his arms behind him and gripping his own wrists. This pushes his chest out. The pecs are shelf-like, the arms bulging with muscle. Sunbear notes this. "Nice canvas we've got here. Someone has been following the Lustcraft workout program for sure."
He glances then at the chatroom, chuckling at something that he reads. "Too right, HirsutesYou, too right. Oh, there's a couple of good streamer name suggestions here. TabulaNoRazor suggests we call you 'CubbyHole'. That's cute. Barbier69 says, 'BronzeBeachBum'. I did pick him up at the beach, after all! HirsutesYou says we don't know enough about you yet and we need more time to see what your personality is like. Good point. Maybe I'll do a little interview with our new friend while I massage this lotion into his skin. For now, let's call him 'Cub', shall we? After all, I'm Sunbear-On-Air and I'm mentoring him for today."
The man in the chair, 'Cub', tenses up in anticipation of being touched. Sunbear presses his hands to Cub's chest and begins to spread it in large, firm circles, distending the muscle a little as he drags the lotion around. He runs his thumbs over those nipples. Cub exhales, a pleasurable groan mingled with the sounds of the slick lotion between Sunbear's palms and Cub's skin. (God, the way that felt, the way your skin tingled under that lotion, the warmth radiating across your body, the scent relaxing you and horning you up all at once.)
Sunbear keeps massaging Cub's tits, that newly bronzed, sunkissed skin absorbing all of that moisture hungrily, until there's nothing left but a sexy sheen. Then, Sunbear pours more lotion into his gloved hands and slathers it across Cub's belly, massaging it into his just-barely-visible abs, disappearing beneath his vacation indulgences. Sunbear doesn't shy away from Cub's pubic mound, moving across the iliac crest into the triangle around his dick. (But he doesn't touch your dick, honouring your earlier conversation, for now.)
Kneeling, Sunbear makes sure to get that lotion down each leg, then makes Cub stand. He slaps Cub's ass with one lotioned-up, gloved hand and the muscle and fat jiggle beautifully.
"Well, damn, Cub, that body of yours made me forget all about interviewing you," says Sunbear, as he takes the lotion and applies it to your shoulders, massaging the tension in them at the same time. "From the few selfies you've taken on Lustscroller, would it be fair to say that you're an average guy?"
Cub, facing away from the camera, nods. "Yeah. I mean, I've gotten way stronger since I started using Lustcraft for my training supplements and programs. But, I'd consider myself dead average, pretty well in every way. Sorry, I'm not very interesting."
"Those Lustcraft supplements really pack a punch. Don't sell yourself too short, Cub, that average man is just the clay that Lustcraft needs to make you great. I think that ass of yours is very interesting," says Sunbear, reaching a gloved hand down to give one cheek a squeeze.
"Lustcraft never steers me wrong," says Cub enthusiastically but like something oft-repeated. "I'm happy with my gains, happy to be here on vacation. That's all thanks to Lustcraft."
"Good, Cub," says Sunbear. Or was that, 'Good cub'? At any rate, his hands glide across Cub's shoulderblades, working out little knots here and there, moving lower and lower toward that big, beautiful bubble butt. Sunbear spends extra time in the cleft between those cheeks, not touching Cub's hole directly but still making an obscene "schlick, schlick, schlick" as he massages the lotion into the skin.
(Fuck, that felt amazing. Your entire body tingling with pleasure. You remember closing your eyes and just relaxing into it. You'd have let Chase do just about anything to you then.)
The entire time, Sunbear has Cub facing away from the camera. When he finally finishes applying the cream to the rest of Cub's body, he whispers in Cub's ear and Cub turns around.
The change is total. His bare, well-shaven baby face is all that remains untouched. Short, dark hairs have sprouted all over his front in just the short time it took to finish his backside. They're still growing, visibly, on-camera. Cub can't see himself, though. His eyes are shut tight.
"It says in your bio that your hobbies are working out, reading, and traveling. Very average of you, Cub. I think we should try to add a few hobbies while you're here, expand your horizons a little," says Sunbear. It isn't really a suggestion. He squeezes out the last of the tube and, from behind Cub, brings his hands to the man's face. He spreads the lotion across his jaw, his cheeks, his neck, above his lip...
"It says in your bio that your hobbies are working out, reading, and traveling. Very average of you, Cub. I think we should try to add a few hobbies while you're here, expand your horizons a little," says Sunbear. It isn't really a suggestion. He squeezes out the last of the tube and, from behind Cub, brings his hands to the man's face. He spreads the lotion across his jaw, his cheeks, his neck, above his lip...
Cub's lips part, his breathing a little heavier. (The tingling on your face felt just as incredible as everywhere else on your body. You remember how horny you were starting to feel, like you'd gotten a shot of testosterone directly to your balls or something.)
Sunbear takes off the gloves and rolls them inside out so that all the remaining cream on them is trapped inside. He takes the gloves and the tube off-camera and disposes of them. When he comes back, he is carrying the laptop. "Open your eyes, Cub, and look at yourself on-stream."
By now, Cub's body hair has grown into a fine pelt — he looks like a black bear cub. Even his face is growing a thick, dark beard. It's only medium-length, but getting longer all the time. (Seeing yourself for the first time in that mirror, you felt thrilled. Thrilled and terrified by how much you had changed, so quickly. Your skin was bronze where it used to be a pale, wintry white. You were covered in thick hair. You were bigger than you used to be.)
"Well, Cub, I think the results from the lotion speak for themselves, don't they, in terms of giving a review? Five stars for anyone looking to grow the fur they know they're meant to have, right?"
What can Cub do but stare at himself and nod? (That's what you did. You weren't sure what you felt about what you were seeing.) He sits heavily down on the metal chair, looking dazed. His hands come up and touch his beard, running through the hair there curiously.
"Chat says you look hot like this, Cub. And they have some suggestions for new hobbies. Do you want to hear them?" Sunbear grins and walks over to the chair, resting his hard dick on Cub's shoulder.
"Y-yeah," says Cub, barely seeming to feel the hard cock near his face. He takes a deep breath in and seems to smell it, though. His expression relaxes further. (Chase smelled so fucking amazing. You remember regretting that you didn't want to fuck. Why was that, again?)
"HirsutesYou says you should take up modeling and acting. The rest of the chat, that's all 400 of our current viewers, seems to agree with him. CigarBear says you should consider becoming a gastronome or even a food critic, since you love traveling so much. He also says he'll send you a nice box of cigars if you're interested in trying," says Sunbear.
Cub sits there, nodding and absorbing Sunbear's words. (You had felt so...agreeable. Your body felt good. Sunbear's massage had gotten you nice and relaxed, the scent of the lotion was amazing, and the music just seemed to carry you along. It had felt good to be there, on-stream. You had also felt curiously empty. Hungry for ideas. You didn't want to be boring. You didn't want to be average.)
"Very good, Cub. ChubFanCharlie also suggests that you would make a good gardener, especially if you stay shirtless to work on that amazing tan you've got. I have to agree, and I must say, Cub, that you're looking anything but average now, mate!"
Cub smiles, his fingertips still feeling at his beard and his new body hair.
"I told Cub before that if he wasn't comfortable, we wouldn't have sex on stream. I know, I know, you'd all love to see it. So, we're going to find Cub a new screen name and then end the stream," says Sunbear, raising his hands defensively, as if to ward off the negative reaction in the chat. (As if he didn't know that he planned to rile you up and get back on stream as soon as he had you where he wanted you.)
"Cub, get up and show everyone that gorgeous, furry body while people contemplate what your new handle should be, okay? We'll take suggestions for the next five minutes, so be quick, Chat! Then, we'll have a vote. For every five dollars you tip, you get an extra vote!"
Sunbear types a few things into the computer that you assume must activate whatever bot handles the donation-based vote function. (You didn't really even want to change your screen name, but you didn't want to be average, either. Your old screen name was boring. Normcore. It just didn't suit who you wanted to be.)
Ten minutes later, it's done. Sunbear places his heavy hands back on your shoulders. "All right. I've got the results here. In third place...'CubbyHole', all the way back from the beginning of our stream! Cute!"
Sunbear squeezes Cub's shoulders. "In second place, 'BearHug'! That's another cute one. I think some of our audience wants to give you a nice hug, Cub. Now, are you ready to hear what came in at number one, the winning handle? The thing you'll introduce yourself as on future streams?"
Cub nods enthusiastically. "Yes, thank you all for helping me choose a new username!"
"All right! Coming in at number one, and your new streaming identity, is..." Sunbear pauses for effect, grinning. "'BearoticBulges'."
Cub's face flushes bright red, humiliated and obviously turned on by the suggestion, his dick chubbing up quickly upon hearing those words. (You harden again just watching your own reaction.)
"You'll need a nickname so that I don't have to call you BearoticBulges each time. What do you think it should be, Cub? Bearotic or Bulges?"
Cub shakes his head. "Let Chat decide, Sunbear."
"What a good idea! All right! Time to vote, Chat!" says Sunbear, beginning to grope Cub's chest again as their audience works on deciding his fate. (Fuck, your nipples were so sensitive after that lotion. You fucking loved Chase touching your tits like that.)
"The results are almost fifty-fifty!" declares Sunbear. Cub's eyes, which were half-lidded as Sunbear continued his touches, flew open. "Please welcome 'Bulges' to the Lustscroller streaming family, Chat! Be sure to subscribe to his account."
Sunbear hands Cub a phone (your phone). "Go ahead and change the handle right now, mate, so that our audience will know exactly where to find you."
You watch Cub make the change. "You can find me on Lustscroller at BearoticBulges. But you can just call me Bulges." (The words rolled so easily off your lips. You had warmed up to the idea of streaming. You were ready to be bearotic for them. You wanted them to look at your bulges — your bulging crotch, your bulging muscles, your bulging stomach...Well, you didn't have a bulging stomach then, so that had struck you as a weird thought.)
"That's all for us right now, folks. Hope you enjoyed our product review and Bulges' big debut. Keep an eye out for us soon!" says Sunbear, and ends the stream.
(Watching the stream go dark, you remember your deep, aching disappointment and your hard, aching cock.)
"Good job, mate. So tell me the truth, did you enjoy yourself?" says Chase, smiling at you and tousling your hair again.
"I — my body hair..."
"Yeah! Isn't it great? You look fucking hot all furry like that, mate. It's exactly what you needed, right?" Chase claps you on the shoulders again, and the impact distracts you from any protests you might have made. He hadn't asked you, but, well, it did look great, didn't it? You had been mesmerized by the sight when you saw it on-camera.
You look down and you're rock-hard, leaking down your sleek leg, matting the new hair there. Chase notices. He smiles.
"Yeah, you're horny as hell. But I save sex for Lustscroller streams, mate. You'll have to take care of yourself. Maybe get a feel of that nice hairy chest and beard while you do it, hey?"
You bite your lip. Maybe having sex on stream wouldn't be so bad. You've already shown off your naked body. And it isn't as though you're using your real name. Chase is watching you carefully, curious.
But also...
Why did Chase use that hair cream on you without asking? You feel a sudden surge of indignation. You turn to ask him but Chase closes the distance and kisses you, changing the station on Lustcraft Radio as he does so. The new music is even more up-tempo, and the beat gets into your head. You forget what you were so worked-up about. That is, you forget your anger. You become even more worked up about what you want Chase to do to you.
He pushes you down to your knees. "Beg me to go back on stream with you, if that's what you want so bad, mate. Tell me how you're going to do what I say and not worry about letting other people see. We made a couple hundred on the last one. We could probably make thousands if you don't chicken out."
You beg. You tell him you won't chicken out. You tell him you're grateful for his attention. You tell him you can't stop thinking of his cock. Chase watches you, his expression neutral, seemingly unmoved. You lower your forehead to the floor. He chuckles.
"Won't be doing that for long. I guess I should take advantage while you're still in a subby mood, hey, mate? Okay. But before we stream, let's replenish ourselves with a proper meal. I'll announce the stream and that way we'll give our audience time to get ready for us," says Chase. He pulls on a pair of tight shorts that barely fit over his ass and a nice short-sleeved button down shirt. "Let's go out to a nice restaurant."
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The nice restaurant is on the beach. The beach chairs have been moved away and there are tables in their place. You'll be able to watch the sun set on the water while you eat. It's beautiful.
Chase grins at you from across the table. "Let me order for both of us, mate, my treat. I've been here longer than you and I know the local delicacies. Gotta fuel up for the stream."
You thank Chase for his generosity and don't even open the menu, letting him talk to the waiter. It sounds like he's ordering a lot, but maybe the portions are smaller here than at the other restaurants you've tried so far. Your appetite has also been much bigger than usual, which you credit to the fresh air and relaxation.
The food comes out in waves, making it hard to keep track of what you eat. The portions are just as big as the rest of the Island. You eat heartily and Chase matches you plate for plate. Lamb skewers and grilled chops, local Orsinian sausages, fresh squid and sea bream... It's divine. The meats are paired with grilled vegetables and nice, crusty bread with olive oil and balsamic vinegar. You've come to enjoy that musky aftertaste in the vegetables and fruits grown here on the island. The latest platter of meat has a beautiful golden crust on the outside and inside it is tender, juicy, and full of flavour. You dip it in local sauces and try not to get too much in your new beard.
When the waiter comes to refill your glass, he speaks to you in the local language. You shake your head to signal that you don't understand.
"Ah, you look just like one of my cousins, friend! I cannot believe you are not one of us. I am bringing you our house cocktail, compliments of the owner with his wishes for your growth and prosperity!"
You assume that there is a bit of a mistranslation in that last sentence, but the sentiment is clear. You take the glass and raise it to the waiter, thanking him with one of the few phrases you've learned in his language. It seems to make him happy.
You intended to sip the cocktail while you took a break from the heavy meal, but before you know it, you've reached the bottom of the glass and you are once again hungry.
Chase watches you, rubbing his belly through his shirt a little. "Enjoy it, mate. You're on vacation."
You don't need to be told twice. You tear into the remaining food on the large platters and empty them.
The waiter clears them and brings the next course, as though he had just been waiting for the table space. You are not intimidated by the amounts anymore. This is the best meal you've ever had. There are so many unique flavours and incredible textures, all of it well-balanced. This next course focuses on layering flavours together. There are tomato sauces, vegetables, cheeses, crusts, deli meats, zucchini fritters stuffed with more cheeses... Chase does his share, but you notice him holding back a little. You thank him for making sure that you get to eat your fill and try all the dishes.
"No, mate, thank you. I've been having a great time since we met on the beach. I want this to be a cherished memory for you."
You pause before the dessert that you know must be coming. You find yourself mimicking Chase, rubbing your gut through your shirt. It feels amazing, the whorls of your hair moving against the sensitive skin of the mound of your belly. Your shirt feels a little tight, which is no surprise with how much you've eaten. You don't regret a bite.
Chase continues to smirk at you. "Lucky for us that there's always room for dessert. Feels like I've got a second stomach for ice cream."
He, too, is looking much plumper than when you started your meal. He looks juicy to you. Sexier than before. You are reminded of his streamer name. Sunbear-On-Air. Yeah, he's looking like a proper Daddy Bear now.
The waiter brings out dessert and you're almost disappointed with how small the platters look compared to the rest of the meal. But you know it'll be delicious. You haven't eaten a single thing you didn't love. You look up at him and thank him again.
"It is a pleasure to watch someone enjoy our food so much, Sir," says the waiter, and you swear you see something big twitch under his apron at thigh level.
You smile and turn your attention back to the food. Chase points out one of the mousse-looking things. "Save that one for last. It's got a local aphrodisiac in it, apparently. I want it to kick in just before our stream. Got it?"
You nod and put it aside. You're already incredibly turned on. It's a beautiful night, the food is great, the music is sensual, and Chase is one hot bear daddy.
A lot of the desserts you consume are made with the local fruits and you relish their musky sweetness mingled with the syrups and cakes that they've been married with. There is one flaky pastry with hot vanilla custard, powdered sugar, and ground cinnamon that you would order more of if you didn't have so much to finish already. Your shirt feels tighter still. You unbutton it and let your muscle gut hang out. Nobody on the restaurant patio cares. You're all on vacation.
You are feeling full, finally, when it comes to the very last dessert, this so-called aphrodisiac mousse. When you ask what's in it, Chase refuses to tell you.
You take a bite. It tastes like chocolate mousse mixed with cum and salted caramel. Unmistakably. Chase watches your reaction. "Finish it up, mate. All of it."
You do.
By the time that you both make it back to Chase's hotel room, your cock is throbbing and your hunger has changed. You want to fuck. It's the only thing on your mind.
Chase brings you to a mirror to show you the effects of dinner on your body. Impossibly, you've grown taller, hairier, and fatter. Your muscles have a nice, thick layer of fat over them, making them look even bigger. Your muscle gut sticks out beautifully, further than your big, pillowy pecs, all covered in whorls of thick, dark brown hair. Your beard makes you look older, tougher.
"You're fucking beautiful, mate. Now you look like you belong here, a proper bear," says Chase, playing with your nipples from behind, which are nice, thick cylinders, sticking out from your chest. You're glad he doesn't obstruct the view. "Wouldn't be surprised if some of the boys you meet start calling you Daddy. But tonight, I'm going to fuck you for your big debut, boy. After all, I helped make you, didn't I?"
You turn your face, your lush beard brushing up against Chase's chin, and kiss him, moaning hungrily, plunging your tongue into his mouth. Chase reciprocates, wrestling your tongue and taking control as he squeezes your nipples and twists a little. You let out an ecstatic groan and relax into his touches.
Chase pulls off. "All right. Almost stream time, BearoticBulges. Come to the living room."
You tell him, "Yes, Sir, Sunbear," and do exactly that.
---
When you go to the living room, there is someone else there. He is a little on the short side, wearing a tight white tee that only contains about two thirds of his generous tummy, showing off his belly button. He's wearing a jockstrap and you can see his hairy hole winking at you before he turns around. He is carrying a much larger, higher quality camera, wearing a harness to support it. There's another fancy camera set up on a tripod.
The stranger gives you a wave. "Hi, Bulges. I'm UrsaMinor, one of Sunbear's cubs. I'm here to make sure your big debut is filmed in hi-res by someone who knows a thing or two about cinematography."
You flush. You hadn't known that it would be this elaborate. Chase must have a lot of resources to be ready to do this the same day that he met you. Then you remember how he mentioned being a Lustcraft affiliate. Lustcraft has that kind of power.
Chase enters the room and guides you to your knees. "Let's give everyone a nice view of you just like this while we wait for people to start the stream."
---
The stream starts. Here is what the camera sees. (Here is what you jack off to, later, when the big event is over but you're still too horny from the aphrodisiac to sleep.)
"It's Sunbear-on-Air here with BearoticBulges on our joint subscriber-only stream! I think you have some idea of what's about to go down, but we wouldn't want anyone to miss the action, so we're going to give it a little while before we start. Thanks for being here to hang out with us!"
For the duration, Bulges kneels in the center of the frame, cheeks red, body exposed, his semi resting against his left thigh. Sunbear reads comments from the chat and banters a little.
"I know, you probably didn't expect us back so soon after Bulges' big debut, but what was I gonna do, fuck him for the first time off-screen and not share it with y'all?"
The frame widens and Sunbear strokes himself slowly. He nudges Bulges, who starts to do the same. As Bulges hardens, it becomes clear that he's got a nice, thick ten inches between those thighs now.
"Welcome to my regulars, hope y'all like the new co-star so far. We'll put him through his paces tonight. Welcome, Barbier69. Welcome, HirsutesYou, always one of our top donors. Thanks, man. And of course, no stream would be complete without TabulaNoRazor. Good to see you!"
Sunbear plays a clip from their previous stream. It shows how much hairier Bulges is now in comparison to the footage and just how much his body has grown from their dinner. "As y'all can see, Bulges has been through some changes. I took him out to dinner to finish those off tonight. All that's left is a good, solid fuck to help his stream take off and get him in the right mindset."
Sunbear makes a show of checking how many people are watching the livestream. "I think we can do a little better before we start. After all, I don't produce anything small and y'all know that. I want to see us hit three hundred viewers. Let's see if we can't hit a thousand by the climax."
Bulges sits there stroking, listening to the porny lofi soundtrack through the speakers. (More Lustcraft Radio, you can tell by the way it makes you feel, how the rhythm penetrates your skull.)
"Right, get up and give our viewers a little twirl, Bulges. We've got enough screensaver footage of you kneeling there stroking your dick. Let's show off that big bear body, boy."
Bulges gets to his feet. His frame is thick, his muscles large but not cut. His lats are huge between his arms and his chest as he flexes and moves. His hairy belly sticks out about two or three inches further than his generous, furry pec shelf, and it's a nice ovoid shape, covering his abs but not overhanging his pelvis, leaving his full dick on display. When he turns, his quads flex and quiver beneath his meaty peach. The cleft is deep and the cheeks are high and tight, round but seemingly gravity-defying. His beard is maybe two inches long, covering everywhere on his face except his cheekbones, temples and forehead. It's thick and luxurious, neatly shaped. His eyebrows have thickened, too, and the hair on his head appears to have gotten curlier. Overtop of his bronzed skin, the effect is very Mediterranean.
"Yeah, TabulaNoRazor, maybe someday, even someday soon, Bulges over here will be someone's Daddy. He looks the part, doesn't he? But he's got to graduate from being my cub, first," says Sunbear, giving Bulges's nice ass a firm slap. It trembles delightfully before stilling again. "What do you think, Bulges? You got what it takes to be a Daddy? Give us your best Daddy growl."
Bulges gives a laugh and stares into the camera, barely able to hold it together as he drops his voice a couple of octaves and says, "On your knees, boys."
Sunbear makes a big show of giving a shiver. "Say, that was pretty good. Now tell them to give us their money, Bulges."
Bulges grins and gets closer to the mic. "Be good boys and send your Daddies plenty of tips tonight."
"Oh yeah, that's got potential," says Sunbear. He checks the viewer count. "Well, well, well. We are at three hundred and eighty viewers. Spread your cheeks, Bulges, and let's get a good look at that virgin hole before we get started. Now, let's be clear, I do mean 'stream virgin'..."
Bulges leans over with clear enthusiasm and spreads his cheeks for the audience, revealing a tight, pink hole. The hole itself is immaculate, the hair in the crack around it is dark and velvety-looking.
"Welcome, Chat, to Sunbear-On-Air and BearoticBulges's subscriber-only stream where you are about to witness what I am going to do to that hole and this fine-as-fuck cub that I had the pleasure of meeting today. You might have caught our earlier product demo stream. If not, no worries, you're here with us now and we are ready to really get things underway."
(You remember the thrill of showing yourself off this way. You remember thinking about some of the language that Sunbear was using, how he was finishing you off today, and you realize that you've felt as though you were building toward something ever since you started using the Lustcraft supplements and visiting the Lustscroller app.)
"Good cub," says Sunbear, placing a hand on BearoticBulges' upper back to keep him bent over. (The pleasure from those words as he manhandled you shot right through your dick.) He gave the space between Bulges' shoulder blades a comforting little rub.
"Okay, Chat, it's your turn to vote. Do I eat that tasty-looking hole out or do I just go directly to stretching him open?"
The vote begins. There is no contest. Sunbear laughs. "Yeah, I'd want to see me eat that peach, too."
UrsaMinor, the camera man, comes in close to get a good angle on the intimate act. He actually leans over BearoticBulges to do it, captured by one of the other cameras before the feed switches. It's clear that though you can't see his face behind the camera, he is enjoying himself. His jockstrap pocket is full, with a wet spot where his tip must be, and that package is right in BearoticBulges' face.
The feed switches. Sunbear extends his tongue out to touch that pink ring of muscle and probes at it with the attitude of an explorer. He taps at it, watching it tense and relax, listening to Bulges groan at the sensation. He presses the whole surface of his tongue to it, his blond mustache and beard obscuring a little of the action. When he pulls away, that hole is glistening with spit. Bulges's asscheeks quiver as the cub attempts to stay still but can't help but move a little. He flexes his tongue and pokes the tip into the middle of the ring, pushing inside. (God, the sensation of it, it had been all you could do not to fuck your hole onto Sunbear's tongue.)
Each thrust sets off a chain reaction of shuddering flesh, from Bulges's ass into his thighs and back. (Your resistance training and weightlifting had left you strong, and you had plenty of stamina, but oh how you wanted to kneel for him instead of being folded in half like this.)
Eventually, Sunbear pushes Bulges to his knees, which propels Bulges' face into UrsaMinor's bulge. All Bulges does is give a pleasurable moan. Sunbear takes out black vinyl gloves that cover him to his elbows. (God, you hadn't fully seen those before now. You know what happened on the stream and yet they still make you shiver with the possibilities of what a person could do with gloves like that.)
From somewhere off-screen, Sunbear carries not a tube or a bottle but a bucket of lube. It is the kind of thing a serious ass-destroyer keeps on-hand. But, he only dips a few fingers in and spreads the lube around.
"I know, I must look overprepared, but I figure you never know what might come up with a hungry cub like this one. You should have seen how much he put away tonight. If he's anywhere as hungry now, maybe we'll see something truly spectacular."
BearoticBulges looks back at the camera, brown eyes wide.
"Don't worry, Bulges, I won't give you more than you can handle."
(You had given yourself over entirely to being Sunbear's cub, a good hole. You felt powerful when you said those things over the mic, but it had also felt like a performance. Maybe you would be a Daddy someday, but in that moment, you were just a newbie. You needed Sunbear to guide you. To show you how to treat a cub like you.)
Bulges' hole is plenty hungry. Soon, Sunbear has four fingers inside and he's tucking his fingers together in a cone. The chat is freaking out about it. "Ah, I'm just stretching him a little more so that what comes next is comfy. Do you really think I'd give him my fist before I gave him my big bear dick? But maybe later, if he really wants it."
(You remember how curious you felt about that. You had played with big toys before, but something about literally stretching yourself beyond your usual capabilities, to have something as unreal as a whole fist up your ass...That was fucking hot. It was intimate. It was perverse.)
Finally, Sunbear withdraws his fingers and lubes up his nice, thick cock. He strokes it for the camera, bringing it in close to the lens and giving UrsaMinor the chance to focus on the glistening tip, on the leaking pre-fuck. He squeezes out another drop and mixes it with the lube.
Then, Sunbear lays that cock between Bulges's ass cheeks, in that deep crack. He slides his cock between the cheeks for a little while, the head poking out at the top of the thrust. Then, he smacks his slick cock against each cheek, teasing Bulges just as much as the audience.
"I'll fuck him when I'm good and ready, Chat, but you can help me feel ready by giving Bulges some tips as fat as my cock."
(It had worked. In the recording, you watched the tips pour in, but most of the comments encouraged Sunbear to take all the time that he needed. During the stream, you had no idea how much money was rolling in. HirsutesYou told Sunbear how much he loved watching the streamer take lost Lustscrollers and help them on their way to beardom, which implied to you that this was a regular thing. You couldn't be mad. You were happy with the changes. After all, Lustcraft never steered you wrong.)
After reaching six hundred viewers and eight thousand dollars in tips just towards that goal, Sunbear pushes his thick cockhead into BearoticBulges' ass. Bulges moans and thrusts back against Sunbear, burying three or four more inches inside of himself.
"Good fucking cub," says Sunbear, and presses deeper inside, feeding inch after inch of bear cock into Bulges's bear-pussy. He pulls all the way out and uses an oversized syringe to inject two or three more ounces of lube deep into Bulges's hole. Then he slathers his cock in more lube. "This is how a Daddy Bear takes care of his cub. Gonna make sure you're nice and ready for as much fucking as I decide you deserve. That means making that hole nice and slick for both of us."
Sunbear hilts himself back inside in one long, slow thrust. He grips Bulges's hips and starts fucking him harder, the slap of his lube-slick crotch against Bulges's cheeks loud and steady. He lowered his thick body on top of Bulges's thicker one and growled in his ear, nipping at his earlobe and neck, his beard scratching against the tender skin of Bulges's throat.
(You remember being underneath that powerful body and realizing that Chase was shorter than you now, that you were the bigger bear. But you also remember being completely lost to subspace, ready to do anything that Chase said, ready to take anything for him. You were completely his right then, his cub, his fucktoy, his experiment.)
"All right, Chat. I'm ready to give my cub his first load. Should it be in his ass, on his ass, on his face, on his chest? You know what to do. Vote, and put some dollars behind it to show that you're serious!"
(You remember how strange it felt to learn that Chase was close to cumming from him talking to the chat instead of you. But you were there to be his cub. Of course the paying customers watching you got priority, and it was just as effective in letting you know what to expect.)
"Oh, looks like the most popular option is letting BearoticBulges decide. Well, all right then, Bulges. Where do you want the first load?"
Bulges blinks, surprised at being given the choice, and stammers for a second before pointing to his face. "Want to feel your cum in my beard, Sunbear."
"Aww, what a subby cub I've got!" Sunbear teased, pulling his cock out of Bulges's ass, and walking around to his front. He reaches down to stroke his lubed, gloved fingers through Bulges' beard. "What's nice is that everyone gets to see what a big load I've got for you. I've been thinking about this all day, cub. You're hot as fuck, you know that?"
"Thank you, Sir," says Bulges, blushing. (Kneeling there, you wanted that hot cum on your face so badly. You knew you'd be wearing it the rest of the stream, that you would have so much work to do to clean up afterwards, but it felt like the only right answer. You wanted to be a good cub so that someday you could be a good Daddy. You felt like it was your destiny to be able to serve and be served.)
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," says Sunbear, watching as Bulges complies immediately. He begins to stroke his cock scant inches away from Bulges's mouth, dripping pre-fuck onto his tongue. As his balls draw up and his cockhead begins to pulse, Sunbear's face also reddens and he stops speaking, moaning and huffing instead.
At the last second, he pulls back and his cock begins to spurt. Lines of cum hit Bulges's forehead and cheeks, dripping down toward his chin. Sunbear adjusts his aim and the next three spurts land in his thick, dark beard. The rest dribbles onto Bulges's chest. When he is finished, Sunbear takes his hand and smears his load into Bulges' beard and chest hair. "Smell that, cub? That's your fucking Daddy's smell."
Bulges huffs the scent visibly and lets out a bearish growl, which delights Sunbear. He laughs indulgently and then takes off his long gloves. He goes off camera, leaving Bulges waiting with cum on his face and beard. Bulges's tongue sneaks out of his mouth and he licks the corner of his mouth, closing his eyes and letting out a full-throated moan.
When Sunbear comes back, his cock and hands are clean and dry. "Time to use that hungry mouth of yours."
BearoticBulges literally drools on camera, just letting it run down the corners of his mouth into his still-damp beard. He kneels up, looking at Sunbear. "Please, Sir."
Sunbear's cock is only semi-hard as he pushes it past Bulges's lips, but the camera catches it hardening in real time in the cub's throat, expanding and making the newly made bear work harder.
(God, the sensation of it hardening and expanding in your throat, knowing that you were responsible for that, that Chase was eager to fuck you on stream, because you were desirable...you love that feeling. You love being wanted. You also loved the way that his cock stretched your throat. You kept worrying that it would hurt, that you weren't experienced enough, but your stomach wasn't the only thing with an expanded capacity. You felt that cock go deeper down your throat than any other dick had. And then it went deeper.)
Sunbear came down the cub's throat after five minutes, then pulled out and wiped the spit and jizz remnants in Bulges' hair. (From there, things get increasingly hazy for you. All you remember is overwhelming pleasure, physical, sure, but also the incredibly warm feeling of fulfilling your purpose, of being used just right.)
Sunbear put Bulges through his paces, fucking an unnatural amount of loads into his ass, down his throat, and painting the rest of him to match his face. The cum looked sticky in his fur, all of that body hair matted down so that there was no mistaking what a cumdump the bear was.
And then, after making a cool forty thousand dollars on BearoticBulges' first sex scene, Sunbear ended the stream.
"All right, Chat! Hope you enjoyed meeting BearoticBulges. Hopefully he'll keep streaming in the future, but that's up to his new boss. Could that new boss be you? Keep an eye out for him in the Lustcraft Homegrown Bear Collection catalogue. He should be listed in the next few days."
(And it was only then, rewatching the stream, that you realized that you were about to be listed in some kind of product catalogue. You cum to the thought, stroking your meat until it bursts all over your Lustcraft phone.)
The stream ends.
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After filming, UrsaMinor leaves and Chase helps you get cleaned up and then goes to bed. You rewatch the stream, reliving the experience, and cum all over your phone. You clean up your phone as best you can, and then finally pass out in bed next to Chase.
The next morning, Chase wakes you and gives you an outfit to wear: a linen shirt with wooden buttons and dark linen trousers with a finely crafted leather belt. Lustcraft Radio is playing in the background. Your phone is bricked from the cumsoaking you gave it last night and you don't give a fuck.
"You were so good for me, Cub. You'll make a great cub or a great Daddy Bear. Or maybe they'll advertise you as vers. It would be a shame for you never to top. But that's not my decision."
He makes you another fruit smoothie and you drink it eagerly, addicted to the musky aftertaste of it that you now strongly identify with cum. "I'm going out to that farm today and you're coming with me. I'll have someone bring your belongings from your hotel room. Meantime, I think you've got some letters to write to your soon-to-be ex-employer."
You look almost nothing like you used to. Of course you can't keep working at your old office job. You know that Lustcraft will take care of you. On the drive to the farm, Chase cuddles you in the back of the taxi and pets your beard. "You turned out so good. I knew I chose right. My commission is going to be huge, cub. Your half of the streaming revenue is already in your new employee account. You could buy a lot of toys for streaming with that money."
You ask, what if you hadn't wanted to become a bear? Shouldn't someone have asked you what you wanted?
"If you hadn't wanted it, you would have rejected the suggestions. And, even if it isn't what you would have chosen for yourself at the start, back when you were boring and average with an ass and throat that couldn't pull in forty thousand dollars in a single stream, you want it now, don't you? Can you imagine being anything else?"
You admitted that you could not. You admitted to yourself, then, that a part of you had always known that Lustcraft had been influencing you, guiding you toward something. And you had followed eagerly.
When you get out at the farm, you see that all the farmhands are big, bearish men like you. But you are the biggest. They stop in the orchard of fig trees and wave at you. They call you "brother". A trio of them are stroking each other's cocks into a big barrel labelled "Fertilizer" in both English and the local language. You can practically smell the musk from here.
"Looks like the latest batch is almost ready. Those are the generic bears. You're Special Collection. Inducted more slowly, more customized," says Chase as he pats you on your broad shoulders.
You feel proud to be called special. You puff your chest out a little and flex for the men among the trees. They clap for you and you long to go join them. But, Chase puts a hand on the back of your neck and keeps you moving.
From there, Chase walks you into one of the white-walled farm buildings. He sits himself behind the desk. "Well, cub. Here we are. I was on vacation yesterday when we met. I do work as a product importer for Lustcraft, but I also work as a product exporter. After we finish up the paperwork, you'll officially be our product. There might be some final customization from your buyer, which is why I can't say for sure that you'll get to be a Daddy Bear. Between you and me, I think you're destined for it. Playing against type can be fun, too! You'll be well-paid for it either way."
Chase digs through the desk drawers, looking for something. "Until your contract sells, you'll continue your vacation here on Orsos Island. You can stay here and pick figs, if you like, or you can go back to the beach."
He hands you some paperwork that'll allow them, essentially, power-of-attorney — the ability to take care of your assets, make decisions on your behalf, and ship anything you don't want sold to wherever you wind up. "Last chance to back out. Just in case we were wrong about you. Just in case you don't want this and it's all been a mistake. Sign those papers and you'll be a sexy, horny Bear for the rest of your life."
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