The butt plug!!

Bear's pov

I tremble as I take a seat across from a stern looking detective. He has bags under his eyes and his skin looks sketchy and pale. Did Link ever look like this when he was on a case? I wonder in silent panic as I nervously fiddle with my fingers in my lap. I was having second thoughts about telling him about my life when I was still little Patrick Black. Tension drains from my body as I feel Link squeeze my hands and Master stand behind me with his hands softly massaging my shoulders. Silently telling everything will be alright.

The cup of hot dark liquid stands untouched in front of me until Link offers it and I take it, letting it warm me freezing hands. I shudder at the warmth in my hands; I keep a tight grip on the plastic cup, not caring that I might have blisters later. A soft click as me snapping up my eyes from the table; dragging me back into the present. The detective bulldog like face softens slightly, as he nods and waits for me to begin the tale about the tragedy that befell my family.

Looking up through my lashes at Master, who gives me a slight nod and a warm squeeze to my shoulders I take a deep breath. Placing the cup on the table I focus on the deep scratch in the wood near the cup. It reminds me of the ugly scar Reagan has on the back of his left thigh; he got stuck in some barbed wire when he was climbing over a fence.

"It all started on the day my older brother Reagan had an accident while climbing over a fence with barbed wire....."

Link's pov

Although I have heard many bad stories, Bear's had me grinding my teeth and balling my hands to fists. I am pretty sure that there will be little bloody half-moon imprints in my palm. Maybe it's because I just couldn't believe it or that I am too close to Bear to judge objectively. Throwing caution to the win, I reach over and pull Bear in my lap, hugging him hard. Master's hand was shaking as he places it on the top of my head, telling me he was more than angry too.

The detective was scribbling furiously as Bear continues to describe how his parents continued to ignore him and Reagan sexually harassing him. Bear never really got to the bottom of the reason why Reagan started sexually harass him. What had my blood boil was the fact that when Bear got to an orphanage, the same thing happened to him what his parents did to him. He was ignored and shoved into a corner.

I wasn't too surprised that when Bear finally got to leave the orphanage, he had such a low self-esteem that he had been put on suicide watch for the first six months. My heart breaks as he tells the tale of his wanderings throughout the country, looking for something. I can't resist the urge to kiss him when he proudly says that he was looking for Master's guidance and my presence.

"Aw, thank you baby." I coo, tightening my hold on him. "I need your presence too, Bear. Always." I press my forehead against his shoulder as the detective proposed a little break before continuing. Bear rewards me with a light carefree laugh, squeezing my hands lightly.

Master Cedric's pov

I breathe deeply as Bear's dam breaks and everything bad to him just spills out. Silently I am glad that his parents are already dead, if they weren't, they wouldn't be around much longer. Yet, the more he speaks the straighter he sits up on Link's lap. The weight that seemed to weigh him down most of the time disappears with the more he talks.

When we return to our house, yes, Bear is in the process of moving in, both Bear and Link rush upstairs to get freshened up. I shake my head as I hear their laughter filled with obvious joy float down the stairs.

I look up from the book I was reading, as there was a knock on the doorpost and see Bear standing near the door threshold, wearing the see-through booty shorts he wore last time he was here. Putting my book down, I rise out of my chair and stalk my way over. Bear keeps his head down, stares at his wiggling toes with his hands lightly clasped behind his back.

"Come in Bear, I want to get a proper look at you." Without lifting his gaze from the floor, he took a few small steps inside the study. I inhale sharply as the booty shorts cling to the curves of his shapely ass and I can't resist palming the glutes. The action is rewarded by a throaty groan from Bear as he rocks a little at the pressure. "Link, come here Pet." Bear flinches a little at my loud voice but he says nothing.

Not much later Link stands slightly panting at the door threshold. "Want you to tell me what you see Pet." He looks at me in question and I nod my head in Bear's direction. His eyes light up as he understands what I want from him. I need Link to expel Bear's doubts about our relationship; Bear needs to know that to the both of us he is beautiful. To us, he is the puzzle part that makes us complete. He needs to know that despite his physical and emotional scars, he is desirable and wonderful.

Link pads forward to face Bear, "I see a beautiful man, a strong man." He states, making Bear snap his head up, wide eyed. "A man that had a rough life, he lived through whatever harshness was thrown at him and came out the winner." His fingertips gently pass over his scars of his father's rough treatment, and Reagan's rage. "I found the other half of my soul, a part of my soul I didn't know that was missing until we met." Link leans up slightly and brushes his lips along Bear's. "We are not letting you go anytime soon Bear." He whispers as Bear's body shakes with silent sobs.

I step up from behind, blanketing Bear's back as I wrap my arms around his waist. "You are worth it Bear." I whisper in his ear, making him sob even harder. "It's okay Bear, Let it all out Cub. Let it all out." Link also gently rubs Bear's chest and arms, softly murmuring reassurances. Together with Link, I manage to lift Bear into bed; he passed out after crying his eyes out.

"Will he be okay Master?" I look away from Bear in the custom made King size bed that dominates the room. Link looks a little worried; I know that he too knows that this is Bear's first step in a long healing process. I pull him into my arms, kissing his forehead lightly.

"I am positive he will be fine with you and me there every step of the way." I tug him with me to the play room, adjunct to the bedroom as he whimpers low in his throat. "Come with me." I command, letting some of my inner Dom leak out into my voice. Link bounds over to the slightly open double doors. Inside he drops his kilt, folds it and places it on a bench near the door. As I watch he walks to the middle of the room and kneels with his head bowed and his hands clasped behind his back.

I take a minute or two to admire the view, Link's perfect pose, his broad shoulders and of course his smooth tan skin. Well, usually his skin is smooth; I notice the traces of a quick shave from his bellybutton down to his groin. "Rise Pet." I circle him with a critical eye, taking in the missed parts of unshaved hair. "It seems you need another lesson in personal hygiene Pet." Link shoulders tense, as I continue my circle of his body. "Go get the cleaning gear."

"It's not a punishment, Pet. I know that with the whole thing with Bear you didn't have enough time. And besides I love helping you getting rid of unwanted body hair." That is true, I love to watch his muscle jump and twitch and I caress his skin with the blade. The fact he gets pleasure out of it is a plus. Link relaxes as I brush on some shaving cream on his chest, his hands lightly clasped behind his back. I take extra care when I reach his nipples and bellybutton; he is for some reason extremely ticklish there. Sure enough, as I gently ease the blade down his happy trail, a throbbing and blushing organ blocks the way down. I tut a little but gently hold it away from his body to finish his happy trail before starting on his groin.

A soft mewl leaves his throat as I pump his member twice before squeezing. Link pouts but does as told when I tell him to turn around. I push him gently over the spanking bench so I can reach between his cheeks and get rid of the unwanted body hair there. He is panting harshly when I finish, chest heaving as he is now face down on the bench. " You were such a good boy you deserve a treat. Stay there." Link makes an agreeing noise and stays put as I walk to my cabinet. His curiosity is coming off him in waves as he hears me open and close the cabinet doors and then the drawer that holds the amount of lube bottles. Picking one that I think he will enjoy, I douse the butt plug in a royal amount before walking back to the bench. "Enjoy your treat." I whisper in his ear and Link moans as I line up the plug with his fluttering entrance and ease the vibrating toy in.

After checking on Bear, who is still sleeping soundly I make my way back into the playroom. I find Link standing in a little puddle of cum, the combination of the tingling lube and the plug obviously doing their job. Since his hands are cuffed to a hook that can be lowered from the ceiling, I can see them clenching and his legs shaking as the vibrating plug pegs his prostate. I press the second button on the remote control and switch the plug off. Link looks confused at me as to why I stopped but he groan loudly as I remove the plug and insert my own twitching cock. His back bows a little, thrusting up his ass a little more. I smack his ass lightly in reprimanding, enjoying watching it jiggle.

"M—Master please...I want to cum!" Link always gets quite vocal when he is tied up and on the verge of exploding.

"Hang in there Pet." I grunt as his ass coils tightly around me, refusing to let go. He whimpers low and in the back of his throat, a sound that drives me nuts and he knows it. "Cum!" He explodes in my fist like an uncoiling spring, arching into me. I follow him over the edge as I pump my hips erratically as my orgasm pours into him. We are both panting harshly as I undo the cuffs and rub his wrists to get the blood flowing again properly. Link looks up at me with dazed and wide blown pupils, smiling a little goofily. "Well done Pet." He nuzzles my palm as I praise him and carefully help him into the tub. When we finish our wash, I lead him back to the bed where Bear is on the edge of the matrass. With a lot of coaching we manage to get him back in the middle and I kiss his shoulder before falling into a deep slumber.