Even the best laid plans can hit a few snags. It turned out, that when it came to recruiting guys, Pete wasn’t much help–mostly because he had a bad habit of giving away the game, and telling the marks Eddie picked out what their plans were–and not many guys were willing to be forced into Eddie’s particular fantasy–at least, not without caveats of their own. The night was wearing down, and Eddie was feeling Pigtown…working on him. He looked down, surprised to see he’d picked up tattoos up and down his arms at some point, and that his leather uniform had become a set of biker leathers…but that wasn’t right. Pete helped talk him back from losing his place at the company and becoming a biker for good, but it was clear that he was going to have to revise his plan, if he was going to have any success. It was a risk, but Eddie was confident enough to try it, and so he parked Pete at a table in a corner of the front bar, near the door.
“Alright, look–you’re going to have stay here, and I’ll go in deeper, and start working on a boy for us. Once I have him…amenable, then I’ll bring him back out here and we can work on him together, alright? But I’m going to also need you to remember, really clearly, who I am–because I’m going to need you to help me remember when I come back out, like you did when I started looking like a biker, alright?”
“Of course Eddie, I can do that.”
“You have to be really focused, alright? Don’t talk to anyone, don’t drink anything, just sit here until I get back.”
“OK Eddie, I’ll be good.”
Could he really trust him? Did he have much of a choice? Eddie got his uniform straightened, calmed down and got focused, and headed back down into the dark, while Pete sat quietly, at least until a man who’d been watching the two of them sat down at the table, and introduced himself as Rod.
Eddie had told him not to talk to anyone, but Rod seemed nice, and it wasn’t long before he’d told the barman everything about his husbear’s plan, and how the two of them were, as he said verbatim, “Two daddies, and we’re making two cubs.”
Of course, Rod already knew what Eddie was trying to do in his bar, and he wasn’t particularly interested in having someone like Eddie trying to use the place for his own selfish ends. After all, Pigtown only served one thing–itself, and that was one thing Eddie hadn’t yet figured out. Rod had hoped that…nudging Eddie down a slightly different path would be enough, but he had been smart, bringing in a partner to help ground him. That meant, he’d have to take a different tactic. So, he kept chatting with Pete, but it wasn’t long before Pete started to feel…kind of confused. He was pretty sure about what he and Eddie had come to the bar to do, but the more Rod talked, the less sure he was. Then again, he wasn’t very smart, and he did forget things easily, so Rod drilled him until he was sure he remembered correctly. See, he and Eddie weren’t two daddies looking for cubs–no, they were two cubs, and they were here to find daddies. As a thank you, Pete got down and sucked Rod’s cock, and then waited for Eddie to return–which he did, after not too long.
Eddie had…run into a bit of trouble, and gotten cornered by a couple piss soaked rubber bears down there, and some of their…dirtier interests had worn off on him. He knew this wasn’t right, that he wasn’t supposed to be this chubby bear in a yellow jock and tank, thirsty for piss more than anything else, but he had lost the thread of himself–but not so much he couldn’t get back. He couldn’t quite remember everything, and so he headed right for the table where he’d parked Pete–only it wasn’t the Pete he remembered, sitting there. Where was his husbear, the grey bearded, cigar smoking hottie? And who was this chubby cub, with a small goatee, beaming up at him so eager to tell him how good he’d been at remembering everything they were here to do. Thankfully, Pete was more than happy to sort out Eddie, and remind him of what they’d come here to do, and Rod just smiled, as Eddie’s relieved eyes turned to surprise, his bearish body changing all over again, and he figured he wouldn’t be having trouble with the two of them again this evening–or any other evening in the future.
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