You are strangely compelled to do what this burly bear tells you to do. Without another word you go back up stairs and dress in the leather gear he has supplied.
You hear him growl from below, “c’mon cub! I ain’t got all night! And put a pair of socks on… black, knee high.”
You hear the flick of a Zippo lighter and as you come down the stairs you smell cigar smoke. The bear takes a long drag on his cigar and watches you as you descend the staircase.
He exhales through his nostrils and then gives a low whistle of appreciation. “Damn you look fine in that gear!”
You blush and he smiles, “Modest too, I like that. Old fashioned boy I see.”
You should be angry, but his words tickle at the back of your mind and make you hard. You reach the bottom of the stairs and he puts a big paw on your crotch.
“I see you fill that pouch nicely now.” He says, growling around the cigar with obvious pride. “He hands you a black leather vest, some leather chaps to match, a leather skullcap that ties in the back like bikers wear and a pair of engineer boots. “Now hurry up an’ get into them new duds, we’re goin’ out on the town an’ paintin’ it red tonight!”
You want to protest but you look in his eyes and your resistance melts. “Sir, yes sir!” you say and you are shocked to hear it coming from you. You immediately put the extra gear on and in doing so, you feel a strange sensation in your head.
The bear looks at you and smiles. “You an’ me are gonna have a lot of fun tonight. Don’t know when we’ll get back but I suspect it’s gonna be late.” He says. He wraps you in his muscular arms and plants a very moist, hot kiss on your lips, intruding into your mouth with his tongue briefly.
Catch a brief glimpse of what you look like in the hall mirror. You notice that your new dark beard has a couple of grey strands in it and you've got a couple of wrinkles. This doesn't seem strange for some reason and you think it just adds to how hot you now look.
“Yeah, I figgered you'd like the look!" He says when he catches you admiring yourself. "C’mon Cinderfella, you’re Bearish Godfather’s got you dressed up ta have a ball an’ yer carriage awaits!” He says and laughs at his own joke as he opens the door. You follow, not really thinking about being embarrassed about the way you’re dressed.
Your transportation is…