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The Research Station

The sign said "Experimental Animal-Behavioral Research Station. Keep Out".
Neither George or Mike cared in the slightest about the sign. They were going
to camp out on Maller Mountain, screw the consequences! One jimmied the lock
open, and waited while the other drove their truck in, then re-locked the Gate.
The mountain was about 25 miles away, inviting them both. They went about 12
miles in, which was as close as they could get by road. Then they loaded their
back-packs up, and set off. They were going through a beautiful meadow when
they heard the noise. Branches snapped, and leaves crackled under some great
weight. The forest in front of them grew ominously still. The boys stood in the
middle of the field, almost rooted to the spot. Then the trees parted, and a
Mountain of fur appeared in front of them, growling as it stood. The boys stood
for a moment, then began backing up slowly. That was until a second snarl from
behind them, stopped both men cold. "What the hell do we do now?!?" Mike
gasped. George loosened his pack, and told his friend to do the same. "when I
count to 3, Drop your pack and run for the trees on your left..." "What about
you?" "I am going for those on the right. If we split-up we might confuse the
animals enough to get free... Ready? 1...2...3!" Mike dropped his pack, and
sprinted for the line of trees, that lay a few hundred feet off to the side. He
almost made it, when he heard George scream. Turning around, and stopping, he
saw... Nothing! No bears, no George, Nothing... Mike cursed, both for being
fools, and not going to another place. But, George wanted to spend the weekend
on this mountain, and no other would do.

He held onto his side, and gasping, turned back into the sparse forest. Someone
grabbed his shoulder. "George, How the hell did yo..." But, as he turned
around, it wasn't George who had ahold of him. Nine feet of Big Brownish fur
stood looking at him. He froze, gaping like a fish at the monster. It grinned
at him, the paw on his shoulder sliding up to the back of his head. The other
clawed appendage moved to the hairy groin. Mike's eyes moved downward, and the
shock increased, as he saw the animal's thick, reddish cock gleaming in the
sun, held between two claws. The paw on his head pulled down, and it wasn't
until the human found himself inches from the dick, that it became clear what
the bruin had in mind. He threw his hands forward, and tried to pull back, but
an angry growl, and  long claws digging into his head told him that might not
be such a good idea. His survival instinct yelled 'Stay alive, no matter what!'
'But...", he tried. 'BUT Nothing!! It's just another cock... suck on it, and
live.' Despite his efforts, the bulbous tip was pressed against his now closed
mouth. The smell was of musky, unwashed flesh, and very strong. The bear
growled again when Mike gritted his teeth, not letting the maleness go any
farther. A second set of claws slid under his chin. All the blood drained from
Mike's face as his jaw was levered open by a rough palm, and the huge penis was
shoved up, rasping across his dry tongue. Only when the wedge-shaped cock-tip
was pressing against his tonsils, did the paw stop bending his lower mandible.

The man stood, bent at an awkward angle, thinking about his position. Hell, it
was just another dick, after all, and Mike had sucked on more than a few while
he was a young man. Somewhere inside him, a switch flipped. Saliva flowed
around the cock, hands stopped pushing against, and started caressing the thick
thighs. Kneeling down, he moved his head back, then forward, swallowing the
gigantic cock down to the bare sheath. The animal groaned, one paw sliding down
the man's shirt, toying with his chest. All the old habits came back. Breathe
on the out stroke, suck, and nibble on the in. Mike's hands clutched the furred
buttocks, a finger worming it's way under the stubby tail. He finger-fucked the
bear, while his other hand rubbed the leathery nut-sack. The animal made many
sounds, one paw torturing the man's hard nipples, doing the same to it's own
chest. The testicles in Mike's hand swelled then contracted, and he whimpered,
as the broad maleness throbbed, pouring thick cum into his mouth. He swallowed
as the fat cock-head plowed into his throat, spewing more semen. He had
forgotten how much he loved cum. With one gulp he cleared his mouth, and got in
a few quick breaths. He gnawed hungerily on the wet flesh, wanting more. And
the bear delivered another scummy flood with a roar, humping the human,
randily. All too shortly for Mike, the semen trickled to a stop, and no more
could be coaxed out. The penis slowly disappeared back into the animal's body.
He pulled his finger out of the bear's anus, and wiped it off on the grass,
then stood. The bruin sat down, panting. Then it leaned forward, and nuzzled
Mike's sweaty crotch. To his amazement, the animal opened his shorts and pulled
them down, along with his underpants. 

The bear swallowed his 7-inch dick with one gulp, thick lips pressing into his
pubic hairs. He stood a moment, as the snout rocked side-to-side, cork-screwing
around his fleshy pole. Then the mouth slowly moved back, until the lips
collared his cock-tip. A tongue lapped rapidly all over it, causing Mike to
yelp. Then even that was given up, and the bruin attacked his balls, sucking
and licking on them until they were swelled to bursting. But instead of taking
the seeping dick back into it's mouth, the animal grabbed it's hind paws, and
rolled onto it's back. Mike stared at the creature. "What?" It waggled it's
furred butt at him, flipping it's tail down, and whoofed. The man smacked his
head, and grinned. It had been Way too long... He knelt down and rubbed his
cock-head against the animals black anus. It moaned, toes curling. The human
grabbed one thick leg, and shoved his dick hard into the orifice, expecting to
have a rough time of it. Instead he sank to the hairs, hind paws sliding under
his arms and pressing against his upper back. 

Mike had just gotten comfortable, when shaggy arms appeared on either side of
him, and a huge cock levered his butt-cheeks apart. The other Bear! It nuzzled
his neck, and placed a paw on his shoulder, as his anus stretched to
accommodate the monster. The bruin under him shoved a warm nose into his chest
area. Mike lifted his arms, and paws eagerly removed his shirt. Now two tongues
roamed his body. One teased his nipples, the other made long, smooth strokes
across his shoulder blades, and upper back. The man wasn't sure how long he
could take being fucked, before he went insane. The one in back, humped him
with long, smooth strokes, rotating it's hips on the outstroke, and moving
side-to-side on the way in. Then, when it was compressing his butt with it's
furred thighs, it rubbed it's balls against his, for a good 10 seconds, before
pulling back. And the creature underneath him acted like it's ass was on fire!
Rubbing, twisting, turning... It was like having sex with two hairy washing
machines!!

It was no wonder he didn't hear the horse come clopping up, or the man
chuckling. "Hello... I see you've met BigPaw, and LongNose." Mike flushed, and
twisted in the dual grasps. "I wouldn't try to get away. Once they get their
paws on  someone they don't let go very easily. Especially BigPaw. He's a
'cock-hound'." The man walked over and squatting, rubbed the animal's head.
"Ain't that right?" BigPaw growled,and shoved his snout into the man's crotch,
lapping at the cloth. "Is that your truck about a mile down the road?" "Not
really. It belongs to a friend of mine..." Some friend! "Well, I have to be
going. When you get done, just follow the animals on up to the house, and you
can pick up your gear." He walked back to the horse, and ran a gloved hand down
it's gigantic dick, making the animal shudder. "You'll have to wait a little
while longer, Button. There's more than one of them." He jumped up, throwing
one leg across the broad back. Pressing one hand against the huge stallion's
neck, he turned the animal, and with a snort, they walked off.

Mike now knew how a washer felt. One bear's 'bolt' was pounding into him, and
the other's 'nut' kept screwing itself back-and-forth on his... LongNose
groaned in his ear, and shoved all eleven inches of bear-cock into his ass.
Warm ejaculate splashed along his intestinal walls, causing his own dick to
spurt into the twitching, clinging orifice that made his eyes cross. The second
orgasm was harder, longer, and made his senses swim. A growl made him look
down. He could just make out a black nose, as a muzzle that looked more wolfish
then bearish kissed him. If LongNose was under him then who... A paw the size
of a 5-gallon bucket squeezed his butt-cheek, and BigPaw nibbled on his ear,
the slightly thicker cock smoothly buggering him. Bear-cum splashed across his
stomach, and was rubbed in the furred belly under him by the overexuberant
humping of the animal above. As a tongue slipped inside his mouth tasting like
bruin semen, Mike lost all sensation....

He woke-up with a groan. A dull ache spread across his entire groin region,
from knees to waist-line. Wow! He lay for a moment, trying to sort out what had
happened. He remembered two bears, and screwing his brains out, and movement,
and a shower, and... "Good Morning." Another bruin stood beside him. This one
was reddish, and wore a robe. It seemed to be waiting for something. The smell
of food made his stomach growl. Mike sat up, and found himself laying on a bed,
with a similar robe. The animal removed the cover from a tray, took a few steps
back, and sat down. It was a large breakfast, and he ate everything, except for
the apples. Those he tossed to the bear, who ate them almost daintily. Now that
his hunger was sated, other needs made themselves known. Like his erection. The
robed one got up,  wheeled the tray off to one side, then knelt, and opened his
robe. It nuzzled his hard cock, then lapped on the head. Mike moaned, as the
bear slowly swallowed him to the hairs.

A door opened, and the same man he had seen on the horse came in, followed by a
large Buck. The horns had 5 points on each side, and the animal carried his
'crown' regally. "Feeling better?" Why was it somebody always showed up when he
was in the middle of something? The bear continued to suck quietly on his dick.
"Well, *Unnnh!* I have felt worse... How did I get here? And where is here???"
The deer shoved it's nose under the man's hand, and he stroked it's head. "Here
is Experimental Station #12, and you arrived late yesterday afternoon, via
BigPaw. He came in, with you on his back. He thought he had 'broken' you..."
Mike groaned, as the bruin rolled his cock in it's mouth. "Broken?" The man
laughed. "Yep. We teach the animals that people 'break' easily. That way they
don't get too aggressive. When you get ready to leave, tell MightyMouth, and
he'll show you the way." He and the Buck left, and Mike found out why the
bear's moniker was so appropriate. 

With one paw gently curled around his testicles, and the other caressing his
thigh, the animal did everything to his maleness a mouth could. Delicate
nibbles made him catch his breath. Long swirling tongue strokes curled his toes
up. Sometimes the bear would hold his cock between it's teeth, alternately
inhaling and exhaling on it, making his blood run hot-and-cold. Other times it
would piston it's snout rapidly on his penis, corkscrewing around it. It was
sheer ecstasy, and exquisite torture. Mike whimpered, his balls lurching in the
confines of 4 claws, that softly kneaded them. His hips arched, and he fell
back, as his cock vibrated with the power of his orgasm. 

Teeth dug into his skin, not hard, but enough to pinch the urethra shut, and
the muzzle was drawn upward, stripping the last little drops of semen, and pre-
semen out, and into the hungry maw. He lay there, unable to do anything but
pant. "What I need is a drink..." Both mouth and animal disappeared for a
moment. And the man sighed gratefully. Then a warm nose rubbed his testicles,
and a paw grabbed the front of his robe. He was lifted, and a glass was handed
to him. He drank the contents in three gulps, and handed it back to
MightyMouth. "Now, where are my clothes?" The bear disappeared into another
room, and returned with jeans, socks, and a shirt folded neatly. On top of the
pile was a pair of work boots. Putting them down, it sat in front of him, and
helped him put on the clothes. It lifted his legs, and put them into the leg-
holes of both the underwear, and the pants. Then it shoved both items up to his
knees. Then the bear stood and lifting him up with one paw, pulled the clothes
up, and fastened them, even pulling up the zipper.

It did the same with the shirt, first removing his robe, then lifting his arms,
and pulling it down over his head. Mike laughed watching the animal, now
sitting at his feet, lift each foot, put a sock on it, and put on his shoes. It
even tied them! "Can I walk now?" MightyMouth whoofed, and watched him
carefully, as he stood. "I want to go out."  The bear opened the door, and led
him into a corridor, closing it after them. He shook his head, as he saw more
animals wandering around. At last they came to an area with a truck, and a man.
He was standing, writing on a clip-board. The bear gave out a growl, and the
man looked up. He grinned. "Hello, Guy... Who's your friend?" It threw Mike for
a moment, as he realized the man was talking to the bear. The animal whoofed,
and stuck it's thick muzzle into the man's crotch. "Hey! You're as bad as
BigPaw..." He rubbed the animals ears, then looked at his watch. "You're late
for your next lesson..." The bear jumped as if it had been stuck with a hot
poker.

"Section 3A." The man took a tag out of his pocket, and handed it to the
animal. MightyMouth, stood, fastened it to the collar around his neck, dropped
the robe, and ran towards a set of buildings off to the right. "Hi, I'm John.
You must be a guest." Mike shook hands with him. "Yeah, well sort of. Mike... I
was, ummm, brought here... And what's with that bear? He wouldn't even let me
dress myself." John laughed. "BRU17, also known as 'MightyMouth', is being
trained to help a handicapped person. Be glad he hasn't learned how to feed
someone yet..." Mike got the mental picture of an eight foot bear, with a spoon
in one red paw, and some guy's balls in the other... He had to laugh.  About
that time, the man who had first met him, came up riding a huge horse. Almost
nine feet at the shoulder, and quite emphatically male, it clomphed towards
them. Again, there was no saddle, no reins.  The man sat cross-legged on a back
that was wide enough to park a small car on. John waived towards the figure.
"You've met the resident 'Mad Scientist'?"

The man slid off the stallion's back, into the truck bed. And then out, onto
the ground. "Mike, this is Dr. Siris. He owns/runs this station." "Good day,
Young Man." MIke felt a bit awkward, then laughed, as the animal put it's head
on the man's shoulder. "What do you do here?" Siris whispered in the horse's
ear, who snorted. "We raise/train/study animals. All males at the present time.
Are you in need of employment?" Mike was startled as he was wondering how one
got into such a racket. John laughed. "He is always brusque. It's one of his
endearing qualities." "We need men who like animals, and don't mind having sex
with them. The work isn't hard, and the pay is pretty good." Mike, who was
retired, laughed. Then he thought about the bears. And there were more like
those two sex-maniacs? "When do I start?" Siris smiled. "Now. Take this over to
the office and they will take care of you. Fred, would show our newest member
the way to the Office?" The stallion nodded and turned. Then making sure the
man was following, walked towards another set of buildings.

It took two weeks for Mike to learn all he needed to know. How to collect data
in animal behavior. What to feed all the different creatures that resided on
the station. But his favorite job was semen collection. Depending on the
animal's preference, he used his hands, or a collection tube to gather the
ejaculate. Of course that was only for the first cumming. After that... They
never did find George, which was OK by Mike. He had gotten tired of pulling
that bastard's fat of the fire. A warm nose shoved itself up under his coat,
and a wet tongue slid across his naked butt. The man laughed. Number 114 wanted
his daily semen collection. All the cock you could want, and getting paid too!
A bull's snout shoved his thighs apart, the long tongue lapping at his balls.

"OK, OK... Hang on a second!" Laughing, Mike went over to the "Milking
Machine", and waited for the animal. He bent down, and pressed the nozzle
against the bovine penis, suction pulling the thick flesh into the metal
cylinder all the way up to the bell-like sheath. Then he leaned back, and
opened his robe. A thick tongue slid across his testicles, then wound around
his cock, drawing it in. The bull nursed wetly on him, drool running down his
balls. Mike grunted, rubbing the animals jaw. Only four more animal's to go,
and his shift ended... 'I wonder if there is any overtime?', He thought, as the
bull's rough tongue rasped along the underside of his penis. The man leaned
back, and let the animal's mouth bring him to orgasm. 

The End

