Teddy Bear Love

“Baby Bird, come here.”

Bird wrapped his thin arms around the teddy bear, burying his face against the soft fur as he huddled in his bedroom closet. It was three o’clock in the morning. Everyone else was sleep, even Mama; but he could not sleep, not while that man was still awake and looking for him. Normally on nights like this, he would sneak into Damien’s room and creep into bed, but Damien was away at that school. Now he was left here to fend for himself.

The bedroom door came open, making a small squeaking noise as it did. The hinges were rusty and needed to be replaced. The bedroom was more like a cell really, with only a bed, a dresser, and a table inside. This was his room for when he did bad things. Or bad things were going to be done to him. He hated this room and preferred Damien’s bedroom, where he could sit on a nice plush bed and stare at posters of pretty singers all day.

He cringed, hugging the teddy bear tighter. It would not take the man long to find him. There were only two places he could hide: Under the bed, and inside the closet. Damien’s door was always locked when the younger boy was away at school, so he could not hide in there. He wanted a key, but Damien was not allowed to give him one. Damien did not even know this was happening when he was gone.

“Oh Baby Bird.” The man’s sing song voice caused a pang in his stomach. It made him feel sick, like he wanted to go to the bathroom and throw up. Not even hugging the teddy bear could make that feeling go away. “Don’t you want to play with me?”

If he answered he would be caught, but if he did not answer, he would be punished even worse. The redhead had learned quickly what the rules to these games were. Even if he hated the games, the rules could never be changed. If they were, they were only changed to something even worse than before.

“Baby Bird is sick and doesn’t want to play” he replied softly, looking up as the door to the closet was slid open. He could not see the man since the room was so dark, but he could make out the outline of his body.

“Teddy bears again? You’re a grown up now Baby Bird, you don’t need those toys,” the man chided, shaking his head as he reached forward to take the teddy bear. Bird refused to let it go. “You’re nineteen years old now! It’s time to put the children’s things away.”

Reluctantly, Bird handed over the teddy bear. The feeling inside increased. He felt cold suddenly; the teddy bear had been keeping him warm. When Damien was away, the only thing he was allowed to wear was his t-shirt and underwear. They had to be the normal briefs kind, because the man found boxers and boxer-briefs unflattering. Bird hated them because they made him feel like he was wearing nothing at all. He wished he could wear his pajamas; the nice flannel ones that Damien had brought him which kept him warm no matter how cold it was.

“It’s way past your bedtime. You should not be up. You should be asleep. You know that’s how I like it,” the man said, shaking his head once again. He moved towards the light switch, flicking on the light. It was a red light bulb that bathed the room in a sea of red light. The man had told Bird once before that the man liked red light bulbs because it reminded him of the red light districts.

“Sorry...” Bird said, staring down at his feet. He was not allowed to wear socks either. Not unless they were playing a different kind of game, and then it was only the lacy frilly type stocking socks, which he hated the most. “Bird could not sleep.”

The man rested a large hand on Bird’s shoulder, feeling the boy flinch. “That’s alright. You’ll just have to make it up to me, won’t you?”

There was usually a chair in the room. The man would always bring it in with him on nights like this. However, since the man had not brought in a chair, Bird knew that he did not have to put on a show. It was not that kind of game. He could smell the beer on the man’s breath, and on his clothes too. It would be the game that they always played when the man was drunk.

“Can--” his voice was shaky and laced with fear. “Can I have my teddy bear? You promised I could hold it...”

The man looked at the teddy bear, before walking over to the table and setting it down. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you hold it,” the man said, a thin smile on his face. There were times when the man could not be believed, and he would withhold things even when Bird was being good.

Bird nodded, moving to sit down on the bed. There was a certain way that he had to remove his clothes. The shirt had to be slowly pulled over his head, folded, and then left at the edge of the bed. He was allowed to remove his underwear however he liked, but afterwards he had to sit with his legs spread. When they were playing the game differently, sometimes the man would remove his underwear for him. Sometimes he was not allowed to take them off at all, but that was only when he was wearing a special type of underwear.

“Good boy” the man said, once Bird had removed his clothes. He picked up the teddy bear, walking over to Bird and placing it in his lap. “Do you want to play with your teddy?”

The question sent chills down his spine, and not the pleasurable kind either. He owned many stuffed toys, but this one was the most dear to him. It was the teddy bear that his mother had given to him when this man first took him. It was supposed to have kept the man from seeing him cry. If he played with this toy, the man would make him throw it away, like he did with all the other toys he had played with.

“I... I don’t want to play with this one” Bird said, fearing a reaction that never came. Instead, the teddy bear was taken away from him and placed on the table. He was afraid that the man might do something to it, but the man did nothing but smile.

“Then chose a toy you want to play with,” the man said, making a sweeping gesture towards the dresser.

Inside the dresser, there were stuffed animals, from little pink rabbits to big brown teddy bears. They were squeezed and stuffed into the shelves. He was not allowed to play with any of them unless it was for this purpose. The toy Bird finally chose was one that the man had given to him. It was one of those large teddy bears, with realistic brown fur and a large bow tied around its neck. It was easily as big as Bird’s torso. He’d had a teddy bear like it before, but it had been taken away from him because he had misbehaved.

“Good choice. Did you choose it because I gave it to you? Or because it was the biggest toy in the dresser?” the man asked, watching him from where he stood leaned against the table. If the man was just going to watch, why hadn’t he brought along a chair? This was so very different from the usual game that Bird was becoming confused.

The teddy bear was laid down onto the bed, which felt more like a cot. Bird did not like this bed, because it was hard and lumpy, and always made his back hurt. Damien’s bed was much more comfortable, and it did not have any lumps either. Sometimes he would pretend that this was really Damien’s bed, and that it was soft and had those nice velvet duvets on it. Although reality always made it clear that he was on a hard bed with scratchy covers that made him itch.

Bird’s face was the same color as his hair as he mounted the teddy bear. From behind him, he heard the man sigh softly and murmur something. He heard the soft noise as the man’s zipper was undone, and could tell without looking that the man was rubbing himself while watching him. His face burned with embarrassment as he rocked his hips forward, his slowly hardening length rubbing and reacting to the soft fur beneath him. When he had been younger, it would only take a few times before he became hard, but now it always took longer.

“Such beauty, my little Bird” the man murmured, his own arousal straining against the leather chastity shorts he wore. It was the only type of undergarment that Bird had ever seen the man wearing. “Does it really feel that good? You’re hardly hard.”

Bird pressed his face against the head of the teddy bear, whimpering as the cold air played against his exposed body. He was both hot and cold, experiencing agony with each roll and thrust of his hips. He knew what the man wanted, and he had been conditioned to give it to him.

“Y-Yes....”he moaned, his body shuddering as his movements became more frantic. There was hardly any friction; it felt like he was being teased with the lightest of touches.

“But it’s not enough is it?” the man asked.

Bird shook his head no, repeating the answer in a weak little plea. It was not enough. It was never enough. He couldn’t be touched or held. It was just a silent toy beneath him with hard glassy eyes. He would never be able to find pleasure from this.

“Is it because, it can not do this?”

Bird cried out at the sharp tug to his ball sack, burying his face against the teddy bear. The man behind him chuckled, and he felt fingers massaging his perineum. The man could be both cruel and pleasing at the same time, causing confusion to Bird’s already confused mind.

“It’s because you’re not loving it. Look how rough you are being with the poor thing,” the man whispered, stilling the boy’s frantic movements. He kept his hand on Bird’s hip, while pulling the teddy bear from beneath him. The fur was sticky and matted from Bird’s pre-come. “Oh dear,” he sighed, shaking his head as he propped the thing up in his lap. “You have to treat it like a lover, Baby Bird, or else you will feel nothing.”

Bird strained to hear his master’s low voice over the roar of blood in his ears. He was so close, but the hand enclosed around the base of his shaft kept him from releasing. A small pool of pre-come was beginning to form beneath him as it oozed from the tip and stained the coarse sheet below.

“Here, come sit in my lap Baby Bird” the man said, setting the teddy bear aside for now.

Bird did as he was told, sitting in the man’s lap with his back against the man’s chest. He could feel the man’s heart beating against his back. It was slow and steady; unlike his own heart, which was beating wildly. The man sat with his legs open, and Bird’s legs were pushed so that they were hooked beneath his legs, keeping them open as well. When the man’s hand wrapped around his arousal, he gasped softly, emitting a soft whimper as the man pumped him slowly.

“See Baby Bird, this feels good doesn’t it?” the man whispered into his ear.

Bird nodded, unable to speak as his head fell back onto the man’s shoulder. If it were a game like this, he would not mind playing. Usually the man was in such a foul mood that all his games were painful. Was it because Damien was coming back home soon? The man always seemed happiest when Damien was back home. Bird usually got left alone when Damien was home too, so he was glad for that.

“Now, how does this feel?” The man took the teddy bear, placing it against Bird’s lap. The boy’s hips immediately shot up, seeking some kind of friction, but the man’s hands stilled his hips. “Not like that, you have to be slow.”

The man held the teddy bear harder against his shaft, watching with a sick sort of pleasure as the boy grinded against it. Of course there would not be enough pleasure to bring him over, but it pleased the man to hear the boy’s soft gasp and moans of frustration. The man reached up, pinching Bird’s hardening nipples and tugging them in a most painful fashion.

“M-Master! Please!” Bird gasped, tears of frustration welling in his eyes as he rocked his hips more frantically against the teddy bear. He felt so near, but it just was not enough. It was like there was something missing. The man knew what it was that the boy was missing, but he would wait until Bird had figured it out for himself before telling him.

“Shhh, I understand,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss against the boy’s shoulder. His Bird was so beautiful; it almost brought tears to his eyes. The boy was beginning to look more and more like his mother every day. That same beautiful heart-shaped face. Those beautiful golden orbs that looked so beautiful when brimming with tears. That same slender body that was flawless, only with Bird there was the distinct lack of curves. It made him want to bury himself inside of the boy and never leave.

The man picked Bird up in what could only be seen as mock gentleness, laying him down onto the sheets. The teddy bear was placed between his legs and moved back and forth. He watched the color of Bird’s eyes darken, from a beautiful gold to a dull yellow. It was the only thing he hated about the boy’s eyes. The dull look they would take as he climaxed. His voice made up for it, his ears assaulted with the boy’s soft and weakly spoken protest as he came. He watched the pleasure make Bird’s body shudder, tossing the soiled teddy bear off to the side once Bird’s orgasm had passed.

“Good boy” he whispered, laying himself down between Bird’s legs. It pleased him that the boy’s legs wrapped weakly around his waist. He had trained the boy well. “Not tonight my little Bird.”

Bird could barely understand, the effects of the orgasm dulling his senses. He felt unbearably hot, and felt the man’s body adding to the heat. Later on, he might feel some small bit of regret for soiling the teddy bear, but at least it was not his favorite teddy bear.

“Such a good, good little boy” the man murmured, laying butterfly kisses against his cheeks and throat. “You are such a good boy.”

He could feel the man pressing against him through the shorts, a shudder running through his conditioned body. What was hidden away was supposed to be buried inside of him. He began to feel that same old familiar ache. He was afraid, but the emptiness was worse than being afraid. He looked up at the man, resting his quaking hands on the man’s shoulder.

“I feel.... I feel empty,” he whispered, like it was something too shameful to say any louder than a whisper.

The man only chuckled, nuzzling his nose against the boy’s neck. “Really? I will fill you up,” he whispered into the boy’s ear.

Bird sat up as the man slid from on top of him, watching him with curious eyes. The man was headed towards the small chest where all of Bird’s “toys” were kept. Instead of feeling fear, he felt a small sliver of happiness. No matter what the game, he always felt good when the things in that chest were used. He had been five when his first toy had been used on him. It was another conditioning game that the man had taught him too. Bird knew what conditioning did, because he had looked it up on the internet and read about it, but it had never occurred to him that it was a bad thing.

“Here we are. This will fill you right up,” the man said, holding up an abnormally large black rubber dildo. The smile on his face was akin to that of a perverts, which he was. He strolled over to Bird, standing patiently at the foot of the bed until the boy turned over onto his hands and knees. Bird was such a good boy that the man did not even have to try hard. “Now this may hurt a little.”

Bird waited in anxious agony as he heard the top of a lube bottle be flipped open, and the soft squirt noises as it was poured onto the dildo. The man was always careful, unless he was angry. Even with the lube, the dildo still hurt, stretching him to his limits as it was slowly slid inside. When the small dial was turned on, and it began to shake and hum softly, he cried out as his already sensitive body was assaulted with pleasure once more.

“Maybe you should spend more time with Mr. Bear” the man murmured, and Bird suddenly found his arms cuffed back behind his back. He struggled, but the cuffs were unbreakable, and doing so earned him a hard swat against his rear. A spreader bar was cuffed between his knees to keep his legs apart. He knew what would happen next. He was going to be left this way, and in the darkness no less!

“S-Sorry!” Bird apologized, even though he had no idea why. “I’m sorry! I’m--”

The man clucked his tongue, shaking his head as he rubbed his fingers around the boy’s stretched hole, rubbing the sensitive flesh. “This is not a punishment Baby Bird. I won’t leave you in the dark” he said softly, leaning down to lick over where the dildo and the boy’s flesh became one. “Don’t you want to surprise Damien when he comes home? I bet he would be pleased to see you this way.”

Whether or not Bird agreed, the man walked over to the teddy bear, lifting it from the floor. With an amused chuckled, he pressed it between the boy’s legs, making sure that the furs just barely brushed against the boy’s penis. He could see Bird straining to rub his hips against it, the boy’s tears being soaked up by the mattress below his head.

“Sweet dreams Baby Bird,” the man said, before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Author’s Note: Reviews are wanted and welcomed!