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  MASTER BEAR

  by

  ANGELIA SPARROW & NAOMI BROOKS

  Amber Quill Press, LLC

  http://www.amberquill.com

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  Master Bear

  An Amber Quill Press Book

  This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, or have been used fictitiously.

  Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

  Amber Quill Press, LLC

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  All rights reserved.

  No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review.

  Copyright © 2010 by Angelia Sparrow & Naomi Brooks

  ISBN 978-1-60272-688-8

  Cover Art © 2010 Trace Edward Zaber

  Layout and Formatting

  Provided by: Elemental Alchemy

  Published in the United States of America

  Also by Angelia Sparrow & Naomi Brooks

  Alive on the Inside

  The Curse of the Pharaoh's Manicurists

  Dedication

  This kinky little fairytale is a labor of mourning. It's dedicated to

  Sue Rea, Angelia's mother and one of our biggest fans, who

  "lived" as both Chris and Mike while her husband died of cancer.

  MASTER BEAR

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  "Yes. I see." William crumpled the postcard in his hand as he listened. "Thank you," he said and hung up the phone. A wave of pain rolled through his body. He breathed against it, setting his mouth tightly and clutching the sink. He sat at the kitchen table and opened the folder he'd been meticulously compiling for the last few months.

  It held everything he needed to make this next phase much easier. He glanced at the top of the will and rifled the papers, pausing at the Durable Power of Attorney. He read the "no code" status he had chosen and thought about how final it all sounded. The burial plan, cremation plan, really, all prepaid and in order, only emphasized that feeling.

  When his boy, Chris, pulled into the driveway, he had everything ready. Chris let himself in and set the groceries down at once upon seeing William.

  "Sir?" he asked, dropping to his knees beside William's chair, his blue eyes frightened. "Are you all right? You're all gray. What's hurting?"

  William petted his solicitous boy's hair. Chris was a good boy and took excellent care of him. He was dreading what had to be said.

  "Bring the groceries in and put them away, dear. I'll tell you everything."

  Chris got him a glass of water, then went back for the next bags and began putting things away. William sighed. Chris was an excellent shopper, a fair house cleaner, and a moderately bad cook. He could usually turn out an edible meal but it would seldom be anything interesting to eat. This made everything more difficult.

  "Front room, boy. We have to talk."

  "Pardon me, sir, but you don't look well enough to get to the front room. Do you need a pain pill? I think there are still a couple in the medicine chest from the chemo."

  William shook his head. He needed his mind clear, unhazed by morphine. Pain was a small price to pay for that. Chris helped him to his feet and he leaned heavily on his boy as they made it to the front room. William sank into his big chair with a sigh of relief. Chris curled up at his feet.

  "Chris, my boy, I got some bad news today." Chris looked so adorably guilty William wondered what he had done. He decided he didn't have the energy to care. "It's back, boy. The radiation wasn't enough."

  Chris looked stricken at this news. "But, sir--"

  William held up a hand. "Love, let me finish. I haven't the strength for a fourth course of treatment. I'm going into a hospice and let this run its course."

  "Run its course?" Chris gasped. "You'll die."

  William nodded. "Yes. With good palliative care and not puking my guts out every ten minutes."

  Chris sat quietly, clearly remembering the last round of chemo and radiation therapies. In a small voice he asked, "What about me, sir? I'm sure they won't let me go along."

  "I know, pet, and I feel very selfish about doing this. It really is best for us both. This way, you need not tend me as I fail. Before I go, we will find you a suitable top. I'll make some phone calls this evening."

  Chris knelt silently, his eyes on the floor. William stroked his thick black hair, trailing his fingers down Chris's neck to the silver collar he'd put there five years ago. It had been good--no, great--for three years, until he'd gotten sick. Three courses of radiation treatment had not managed to rid him of the cancer and the thought of a fourth made him long to die quietly. His only regret was Chris.

  "Sir, I don't want to be given away. Maybe I should study to be a nurse and come with you?"

  William tipped Chris's face up. He could hear the desperation in his boy's voice. Chris was a kept boy who had never been interested in working for a living. "Darling, I don't have that long. The doctor says a year at most, six months is much more likely."

  He hadn't meant to deliver it so bluntly. The tears that streamed down Chris's face made him wish he hadn't. But it was better they have it all out up-front. He pressed his lover's cheek to his thigh and stroked his hair, making soothing noises as Chris sobbed, his shoulders shaking.

  William let Chris cry for many minutes, calming and petting him. After half an hour, he set a firm hand on his boy's head and said in his sternest voice, "That will be enough, boy." Chris immediately tried to get a grip on himself, taking deep breaths and wiping away his tears.

  "Can I come see you? I mean, when you're there?" Chris asked.

  "If your new top says so, precious. I won't want you to see the worst of it."

  "I don't want a new top, please." He wiped away some of the last few tears and hitched a little. William was proud of how quickly he'd gotten hold of himself.

  William nodded. "I know. But I can't just turn you out with no money, no skills, and nowhere to live." He gestured. "Almost everything is going to have to be sold, including the house, to pay for the hospice."

  Chris buried his face against William's leg and clung to his calf, a sign of distress that he hadn't exhibited during the entire remission period. William sighed. They had thought he could beat this and so never talked about this possibility. It had haunted him in the dead of night, when he couldn't sleep because he was vomiting from the radiation.

  "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Dearest boy, I am sorry that I am frail and mortal. I'm sorry we will never get that trip to London or even another Christmas together. I want to know you are safe and well cared for. I want to know you're loved before I go. I'll make some calls this evening," he repeated. "Is there any top we know that you won't go with?"

  Chris shook his head and wiped his face on William's slacks. "I don't know. Only you."

  William stood and opened his arms. "Come here, boy."

  Chris rose slowly, scrubbing the heel of one hand across his face, and went into William's arms. William pulled him close and stroked his hair and back some more.

  "I love you, Chris. I have loved you for years. These last five have been the best of my life because you were in them and you were mine. Death is just another journey, sweetheart, but it's one I can't take you along on. This doesn't have to be done at once. But you needed to know."

  "What am I going to do without you, sir?" Chris asked, the words muffled by William's shirt.

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p; "You're going to live. You're going to love. You're going to serve and be punished when you fail and rewarded when you do well." William lifted his face again and kissed him.

  Chris clung in the kiss, turning it from the gesture of affection to something more akin to a good-bye. William suspected most of their kisses would be that way from now on.

  "Right now, you're going to go make us supper." Before Chris could protest, he laid a finger across his boy's lips. "I know your cooking is poor. It will improve with practice. You will be getting a lot of practice. We shall keep it simple tonight, hmm?"

  "Thank you, Master," Chris said. He sounded appreciative, as if he knew that William wanted to take his mind off their talk for a while, letting it settle in his mind.

  William let Chris stay wrapped around him as he led them to the kitchen. He settled himself in a chair and gestured Chris to the stove. "The steaks are in the meat drawer. Set the broiler."

  William talked Chris through the easy dinner preparations and fed him by hand from his own plate. Usually, Chris ate kneeling beside his chair. Being hand-fed was a treat for him, a reward that his master was well-pleased.

  After Chris had cleaned the dishes, he came back to kneel by William's chair. William pulled him to kneel up and kissed him, making this one hot and sweet, putting his desire for his handsome boy into the kiss. He nudged for entrance and Chris parted his lips eagerly. Chris's tongue came up to meet his at once, welcoming him in, almost showing him around. He loved these kisses.

  When they parted, he smiled. "I think we'll play tonight. I haven't the energy for a full scene, but I think three from the bullwhip should leave you nicely responsive."

  "Thank you, Master." Chris bowed his head, like the pretty pain slut he was. William could see the excitement in his eyes. "Whatever you want."

  He knew the bullwhip was Chris's favorite but also that the boy couldn't take more than four without fainting on him. Three should leave him begging to climax. He would consider it. Perhaps even a paddling if he had the energy for it. But definitely the bullwhip.

  "I want you to scream for me, little bitch," he snarled in Chris's ear. The words alone made Chris shudder and he saw his boy get hard in his jeans. Chris spread his knees wider at once, his eyes closed and his face blissful. Verbal abuse always had that effect.

  William smiled down, but kept the dominant growl in his voice. "My sweet whore. You're going to beg me for the whip. You're going to beg me to stop. You're going to beg me to fuck you." Chris never moved out of his perfectly held position, but his cock pressed more against his zipper.

  William smiled. It was an impressive cock. He liked his boys well-hung. But tonight, Chris would be getting no pleasure of it until he said so.

  William pulled him up and bit his neck sharply. Chris sucked in a breath at the pain and William saw the abortive movement of his hips as he barely stopped himself from rubbing against William's body. Chris knew better, but William loved making him so hot he forgot and had to stop himself.

  He swatted Chris lightly. "Now, get to the playroom. I'll be along shortly. Be naked and lock yourself in at the wall. Make sure that useless worm you call a cock is soft before I come in." He had his doubts Chris would manage the last. If he did, all well and good. If not, he would simply relieve the boy's tension at the cost of some pain, which Chris would love all the more.

  William took a moment to swallow a daytime pain pill. Unlike the night sedatives that knocked him out, this would let him play and enjoy his boy. He didn't like taking too many, since they would lose their effectiveness over time, but he needed to be the strong, commanding master tonight. Chris needed him to be commanding tonight, after the bad news.

  He sat for ten minutes, letting the pill work. Then he rose and went to the playroom. Chris waited, on display and chained naked to the wall. His cock was soft, to William's surprise.

  William laid out the toys for the scene, then came to Chris with a brass figure-eight. He slid one ring onto Chris's cock, seating it at the bottom. "Boy, this will be much more difficult if you get hard," he warned, feeling the heat pulsing under his hand and bringing Chris awake. With deft fingers, he bent Chris's cock in half and shoved the head through the second ring.

  Chris whimpered. "Thank you, Master."

  "How did you get soft, boy? Did you masturbate?"

  "No, Master. I..." Chris hesitated. "I just thought of a future without you, sir." He sounded almost ready to cry at the thought.

  William shook his head. "But that is not tonight, precious," he said, kissing Chris's forehead, wanting to take the sadness from his eyes. "Tonight is ours." He dangled the vicious alligator clips in front of Chris, whose nipples went tight almost at once.

  William bent to lick them, following his tongue with his teeth until Chris shivered and let out a soft moan. Then he clamped the alligator clips on to the hard peaks. Chris gasped, but said nothing.

  "Turn around, sweet. Use your safewords if you need them."

  Chris turned, the chains twisting above him. William shook out the whip and snapped it on the floor. The sound had a most salutary effect on his boy, sending shudders through him. Chris moaned again, this time with a small whimper in the sound, and William suspected the chastity device was doing its work. He dared another crack, letting the tip of the fall go off right next to Chris's ear. Chris held perfectly still but William heard the small sob that escaped him.

  He snapped the whip again, this time letting the fall come up to lick Chris's back, leaving a bright mark blooming on his shoulder blade.

  "One, sir," Chris gasped. "Thank you, sir."

  He was lovely with the single mark, but William added a second, relishing the crack and the way the leather flicked over Chris's back leaving scarlet in its wake.

  Chris clutched the chains and his knees sagged. William watched his breathing carefully. Chris loved the whip but could only take a little of it. He didn't want the boy to faint. He waited and listened.

  "Two...two, sir. Thank you, sir."

  William shook out the whip and limbered his wrist. The Quick Sixer was his favorite whip trick and had made more than one sub wet himself in fear. He swung the whip around his head and snapped it six times, starting about a foot from Chris's foot and moving up his body to snap just above his head with a sound like a shot. Chris jerked in the chains, startled. William coiled the whip. He knew the boy couldn't take another blow.

  "Beautiful, sweetheart," he said as he put it away and got cool, wet cloths for Chris's back. "You did perfectly."

  Chris shook under his hands. The bullwhip always took a lot out of him. He slowly calmed down and centered himself again. William felt him relax, his shoulders losing their tension and his breathing becoming more regular.

  "Let's get you undone, sweetness." He unfastened the cuffs and rubbed Chris's cold hands. "Poor little titties, all pinched and sore," he whispered, rubbing the tips. Chris hissed under his fingers. "Off they come," he warned and released the jaws of the clips. Chris wailed as blood flowed back into his nipples. William remembered the sensation well.

  Chris looked up at him, blue eyes adoring. William smiled at him and kissed him, his mouth gentle on the boy's. He tasted salt where Chris had bitten his lip. He ran light hands over Chris's arms and face, reassuring him.

  "I love you, sir," Chris said, when they parted.

  "And I you, my boy. I love you as my own heart." He pulled Chris close and held him there, mindful of the marks on his back. "I know exactly what you need right now."

  Chris, his teddy bear boy, would need a long cuddle, a lot of attention and an orgasm. Then he would sleep all night in William's arms, never moving out of reach. Chris needed his pain but he needed the cuddles afterward just as much. Chris cuddled close even standing here.

  William allowed it for a few moments, then took him to the bedroom and eased him to sit on the bed. "Ice first then loving, my sweet teddy bear." Chris nuzzled him at the use of the nickname.

  Chris nodded and shivered
as William pressed cold packs to the whip-marks to reduce the swelling and discoloration. William rubbed the goose bumps on his arms and licked at his hard nipples, tonguing the grooves made by the clamps' sharp jaws.

  He watched Chris's eyes roll up and saw the boy tremble. He was so deep, so overwhelmed in sensation that William could watch him for many minutes, sometimes even hours, delighting in his handiwork and his boy's pleasure.

  He took the cold packs away and said softly, "Get under the covers, sweetheart. You've done very well and it's time for a reward."

  Chris obeyed quickly, sliding under the blankets. William stripped his own clothing off and joined him. He ran his hands over Chris's lovely face, tracking his high forehead and full mouth. He stroked lower, feeling the collar around the tender column of Chris's throat. The warm silver always gave him a possessive thrill. He loved seeing it peek out of the collar of Chris's shirt or touching it, the metal hard next to Chris's soft skin. He tweaked nipples that he knew had to be sore, and Chris bucked against him, unable to achieve an erection in the device, but aroused anyway.

  "Please, sir," Chris begged, pressing closer.

  "What, boy? What do you need?" William licked at the trapped head of Chris's cock. "Beg me." The cool skin under his tongue, the soft sponginess of a cock unable to get hard delighted him and he sucked a little, flicking his tongue over the slit.

  "Please give me more," Chris said. "Please, sir. I need more."

  William took his whole cock, device and all, into his mouth. He slid his tongue in the bend the organ made, teased the base and head and sucked hard, in a way that would ordinarily bring Chris off. "More, dear boy?"

  Chris whimpered under the treatment and the sound was pure music. "Please, sir, let me come?"