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Looking down from the TV to his table, Bruvinsky saw his phone screen light up with a notification. He pauses his video and does a stretch, raising him arms above his head and yawning loudly. He had been looking at improving his workouts, so he started watching gym workout videos from buff fitness instructors, but that was many months ago. Now he watches it as background noise and for the eye candy of the men pumping their muscles.

The big-bodied bear stands up to grab his phone, disconnecting it from its charger. After unlocking it, he sees a new message from Michael.

Bruvinsky had met the other bear on the newly released DUMR – a new social messaging and meetups app dedicated to furs with an affinity for being “simple minded,” which was a more attractive way to say “idiotic” or “stupid” or, as the name implied, “dumb.”

“I got them!”

That’s all the notification said.

His heart started to race slightly as he knew exactly what it meant, but he had to confirm before it before he let his emotions take over. Opening the app, he could see the full message. In addition to the message was an image showing an orange paw holding a green collar with an unopened box in the background showing the same collar.

“COLLAR OF BLISSFUL IGNORANCE: eliminates all thoughts holding you back from true happiness.”

A warm heat filled his body as he began to blush at what he was seeing. ‘Mindful & Malleable’ had sold out of those collars within minutes of putting them up for sale, which was to be expected for the leading company in brain-dampening technology. While other companies wanted to boost the mind to achieve new heights, M&M wanted the exact opposite – reducing the mind to achieve simplicity – and a large, but niche, group of people would instantly buy anything they released at top dollar.

His paws flew over his phone screen, tapping a hastily reply.

“ehen can tou come over/?”

He was so excited that he didn’t even see the typos, nor did he care correct them when he noticed after sending the message. His breathing deepened and he waited for a reply. Michael replied after 20 seconds, but the wait for Bruvinsky felt like 20 minutes.

“coming rn”

He replied with a thumbs up and then waited.

He kept thinking about the mind dampening collar and that, ironically, had his mind racing with thoughts. Thoughts about how it would work, what it would do, how it would feel, what he would become. As his mind was deep within fantasy, another part of him was becoming more active as well.

Blood wouldn’t stop flowing through his penis, causing it to harden as he fantasised. The brown bear was big in all definitions, including his dick, which caused as massive tent in his pants to form. Absentmindedly, and fuelled with lust, he had started to grope the tip of the bulge, slowly playing with his covered cock.

He focused on the arousal he felt, and the arousal he would feel, as he teased himself. Ever since he had found out about M&M, he had desperately wanted something – anything – of theirs. He had desired turning off his brain and just allowing for the immediate existence of the world to take him over. And now he just had to wait an hour for his new friend to drive out.

The longest hour in his recent memory.

When the doorbell rang, he ran to open it without checking who it was, uncaring about his current state of arousal. The second that he had eyes on the red and orange bear, Bruvinsky tacked him into a hug right on the spot, grinding his aching cock against the other man.

“Someone’s eager,” says Michael as he patted his friend’s back.

“You have no idea,” he replies.

“How about we get inside before people see us.”

Bruvinsky nods as he grasps Michael’s hand, holding it and leading him inside.

Under Michael’s other arm were two boxes. He set them both down on the living room table, opening the box he had opened previously, and sliding across the other towards Bruvinsky, who tore it open like a kid at Christmas.

Michael giggled at seeing that. “I thought you might have wanted to open yours.”

The other bear looked up, stopping before he could finish opening his box. “How did you get these?”

“Eh, I have some connections,” the red bear replied.

“C’mon! Tell me!”

“Alright, alright. I know one of the workers there. He promised to save me something from Mindful’s next drop and I begged him to give me two. I owe him big time for this.”

“Shit, tell him I owe him one too.”

Michael smirked. “He’d love to hear that.”

Satisfied with the answer, Bruvinsky finished ripped open his package. From the contents he retrieved the green collar that’s shown on the box, and an instruction booklet. He desperately wanted to put the collar on that second, but decided to read the booklet first just to make sure he had everything correct.

“COLLAR OF BLISSFUL IGNORANCE”

“This latest technological fashion piece has been carefully designed to stop any thoughts outside of the immediate ‘now’. A one-way veil shrouds the wearer’s memories, allowing for only memories after the collar is worn will can be remembered. Memories are still being written to the mind, allowing the wearer to recall every part of the experience once the collar is removed.”

“To trigger the collar, set the inner clasp to the desired number of hours. For safety reasons, only a maximum of 24 hours can be set. In addition, after the duration has elapsed, the collar will not function until that period of time has been met again. Meaning that 4 hours of Bliss will require 4 hours of idle time, 24 hours of Bliss will require 24 hours of idle time. This requirement is per collar, not per person.”

“Once the duration has been set, tighten the collar around the bare neck. Ensure that it’s both snug around the throat while also giving room to easily breathe. The collar only works on bare flesh, so please ensure you’re not wearing anything that could get under the collar to affect its ability to work.”

“The collar will activate 60 seconds after contact, so ensure all fitting is done ASAP if you’re using the collar without any help. Once activated, Bliss will occur within 30 seconds. Bliss will come to an immediate end if the collar is removed, is obstructed in its skin-to-collar contact, or if the duration has elapsed.”

“It is recommended that you wear the collar around a trustworthy watcher who can help guide you to the Blissful experience you desire. If the collar is used for solo play, we recommend that you record a short message to be played on a delay to act as your first memory to guide yourself into the play you desire. Visit our website for some fun solo ideas, or to browse our other products and sign up to be alerted when they go on sale next.”

The instructions had fuelled his lusts even further, even if there was a 24-hour time limit; if you had asked him, he’d have rather spending at least a week straight every time, but he figured that he’d take what he could get, and what he could get was 24 hours with his biggest fetish.

“So, it’s just…” he said, turning around the collar in his hands. On the inside of the collar are the numbers 1-24 as well as a clasp that would go directly at the back of the collar, positioned on top of the spine. He unclasps the inside, and it begins to rotate at his touch. He moves the numbers so that ‘24’ is at the clasp, and then locks it in place. “…like this…”

“You set yours to 24?” Michael asks.

“I think mines broken. I can’t seem to select anything other than 24 hours!” He jokingly replies.

The pair shares a brief laugh.

“You ready to try them?” Michael asks.

“Do I look ready to you?” Bruvinsky replies, groping his still tenting crotch with a paw.

“Okay, okay. Shirts off then.” Michael says, stripping off his shirt in the living room and tossing it on the couch.

Bruvinsky stares at his friend for a moment, drinking in his shirtless body. They were both similar body sizes – big and round, like most bears – and he had been attracted to anyone with a body like his. The collar was momentarily forgotten in favour of ogling his friend.

Michael notices the attention and flexes. “See something you like?”

That snaps him out of his trance. “Sorry…” he mutters. “…why do we take off our shirts? Not that I’m complaining!” He hastily adds that final part.

Striking another pose, Michael answers. “The instructions say it needs bare skin contact to work, so it’s easier to just take off the shirt, right?”

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense,” Bruvinsky says, putting down his collar for the moment before taking off his shirt.

Now shirtless himself, he flexes some poses to mimic Michael. “Is this bare enough?”

Michael grins. “I’m pretty sure you’re always bear enough.”

Bruvinsky rolls his eyes at the pun and picks his collar back up. “So, we ready now?”

“Yup! Let me just get my phone ready.” Michael can see that Bruvinsky is about to ask why, but answers before he can ask. “I’ve recorded our first thoughts to help us get into the mindset we want.”

“Sweet! What did you record?”

“Not telling.” Michael teases. “But I can guarantee that you’ll love it!”

“C’mon…”

“Nope. It’s top secret! And you’ll find out in a few minutes anyway.”

“…sure…” Bruvinsky gives up, not wanting to delay putting on the collar while he argues. “…collar time…?”

Michael nods. “Collar time.”

The arousal in the air was palpable as the duo double checked their collars, but before they could put them on, Bruvinsky had one final request.

“Could we collar each other?” He asks.

“I don’t see why not,” Michael replies, offering his collar to him.

Bruvinsky takes Michael’s collar and loosens the front to allow the big man’s head to be put through. Michael takes out his phone and sets a 3-minute timer, which Bruvinsky assumes will play their first memory. The two bears walk close to each other, their bellies pressed together as if kissing. They place the collars loosely around each other’s necks, excited for what’s about to happen.

“Thank you so much for this,” Bruvinsky says.

“You can thank me when we’re done,” Michael says, tightening the collar around Bruvinsky’s neck, starting his silent 60 seconds timer.

Not wanting to be behind, he tightens Michael’s collar the same. They both fiddle with the other’s collar as fast as they can to finish making them as comfortable as possible within their final minute. They finished with a handful of seconds to spare. And with his collar tightened first, Bruvinsky was the first to feel the effects.

It felt like an intense bout of vertigo that caused him to fall on to his couch beside him. As he tried to adjust to the universe spinning around him, he didn’t even notice Michael follow suit as he fell on to the closest chair. It felt like someone had installed a blender directly inside his skull and allowed it to wreak havoc on everything inside his mind.

Unable to fight it. Unable to resist it. He allowed the blender to destroy everything.

When he came to, his mind was a complete blank slate. He didn’t know his name. He didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know who he was. All he knew was the immediate things around him. He was in a living room, on a couch. He was shirtless and felt something around his neck. His cock was hard and was making an obscene bulge in his pants. And a shirtless red and orange bear sat on a chair in front of him, looking similar to how he felt.

The pair said nothing for a few moments, allowing existence to wash over them. They simply waited for something to jog their memories. And that something came quickly.

A phone on the table let out a loud chime and caused both bears to pay attention.

“Hey there you two! You’re probably wondering what’s going on and what’s happened to you. Well, I’m here to tell you that your confusion is totally normal! That’s because you’re the dumbest bears around! So dumb that a bag of rocks is smarter. So dumb that it’s as if you share a braincell that’s also gone on vacation. You’re so empty minded that you’re the epitome of the phrase ‘bear brained’.”

“But there’s one thing you’re both good at, and that’s being horny. While your minds are completely empty of greater thoughts, in place of those thoughts is pure lust and arousal. Your dicks throb with every beat of your heart. Your cocks need stimulation just as much as your body needs to breathe. You need to empty your balls as if they’ll explode if you don’t. You need to feel the pleasure of orgasm as if it might be the last time. And you both never want these feelings to end.”

“The two of you are best friends who finds the other ungodly attractive, which is good because you both love making the other cum rather than doing something solo. Jerking, fucking, sucking, all of it feels so much better when done with your friend. Oh, I should mention your names too. Brown bear, your name is Bruv. Red bear, you’re Michael.”

“That collar you’re wearing is also your sexiest piece of clothing and you never want to be seen without such a sexy collar! Anyway, I hope that helps you two remember who you are. Dumb, horny, orgasm-obsessed bears. Now, get naked, get horny, and get to cumming you too!”

The room goes silent as the audio cuts out. Both bears absorb their first memory like sponges. Each syllable getting etched into the blank slates that were their minds. Bruv looked down and saw his desperate, needy, cock throbbing neglectfully in his pants and needed to fix that mistake instantly!

He stands up and sheds his pants and underwear, leaving himself naked except for his collar that, he assumes, makes him sexy as hell. Now liberated from the burden of ‘having clothes’, Bruv grips his horny cock with both hands and starts pumping it. Each stroke felt good. Each stroke felt right. Each stroke reminded him that he was nothing more than a dumb, horny bear.

He shut his eyes and started to stroke himself, embracing his bear brained nature, when he heard a voice in the room.

“Bruv?” The other man asked.

He opened his eyes and saw a red and orange bear sitting in front of him, naked with his cock equally as hard as his own. His memories said that it was Michael, which meant that Bruv must be him.

“Yes. Michael?” Bruv asked back.

“Yes.”

Their names confirmed, they couldn’t help but feel drawn to each other. They were…best friends who found the other ungodly attractive and loved getting off together…

They spent a moment to adjust to their new feelings before lunging towards each other and embracing. Their mouths locked in a lustful kiss, their hands explored the other’s body, and their dicks rubbed against each other. Neither bear broke the kiss, locking them together, until their first orgasm.

With their cocks rubbing against each other, it wasn’t long before Bruv was cumming, his cock shooting cum to coat their stomachs and their chins as it exploded upwards before landing back against his cock. The sensation caused Michael to do the same, coating them with an equally large load before breaking the kiss.

“Wanna take a seat, hottie?” Michael said.

Without answering, Bruv pushed Michael down on to the couch before straddling his lap. Their cocks back to frotting against each other, they resumed their horny make out session. Despite cumming just seconds earlier, neither bear showed any signs of slowing down. Their hands had settled down onto their other’s pecs, pinching and rubbing the nipples while their own received equal treatment.

Lost in their sensations again, their cocks both leak over each other as their hips buck with a need to release. As they work themselves up again, time seems to both slow down and speed up, each moment feeling like an eternity of pleasure while their balls work overtime to churn out another load as soon as possible.

And, after a few more minutes, that eternity ended.

Bruv had pinned Michael down on to the couch and had pressed against him as tightly as possible. Their cocks were sandwiched between their two bellies, each thrust feeling like they were fucking the other. The fur around their mouths were wet from saliva from their pure lust-fuelled making out. And, without warning, they had cum again together.

They stopped making out and humping as their orgasms him them. Their minds became so overloaded with pleasure that they were temporarily stunned while their bodies processed the pure lust that had hit them. By the time either of them realised what had happened, their orgasm was already over. The only evidence that it even happened was the cum leaking out of their still dripping dicks.

“…horny…” Michael said, breathing heavily as Bruv laid on top of him. “…so horny…”

“…and so so good…” Bruv said in reply.

“Yeah, horny and good…and DUMB!” Michael emphasises the last word and start to giggle. “Dumb, dumb dumb!”

Bruv smiles widely. “The dumbest!”

They laugh together, enjoying their shared fate of being dumb and horny bears. As they laughed, their bellies jigged, keeping their cocks nice and stimulated as it rubbed against them. In their new mindsets, getting off was so easy that they didn’t even need to try as it would happen naturally.

Both bears kept repeating variations of the words “dumb” and “horny” over and over as if stuck in a loop, staying horny all the while. At one point, Michael, somehow forgetting they were on a couch, attempted to roll from his back and on to his side, causing both men to fall off and land on the ground. This triggered another bout of open laughter as they tried sitting up.

They settled on using the other as support to remain seated, wrapping an arm around the other for support. At this point, it has been 15 minutes since their cocks had been touched, and they were getting needy.

Michael made the first move and snaked his arm downwards towards Bruv’s throbbing cock. He grasped the leaky head and began to spread the spent cum across it like lubricant. The pleasure causes Bruv to tense up for a brief moment before he relaxes into the new touch. To show his appreciation, Bruv moved his hand downwards to give Michael the same treatment.

Their giggling became replaced with the sounds of moans and masturbation as their minds moved from laughter to lust. Their previous orgasms helped lube their cocks and allowed them to jerk off frenziedly, desperate, needing to cum again after blue balls had settled in after 20 minutes of not cumming.

When they finally hit orgasm, they barely acknowledged it. Their cocks pulsed, cum shot up and landed on them, they felt the high from the orgasm. But they were too horny to stop to enjoy it, so they kept jerking off, using the cum as a fresher source of lube. It was only after milking another two loads out, they finally stopped and absorbed the pleasure.

They changed position many times over the next couple hours. Fucking on the floor. Fucking on the couch. A passionate 69. More jerking off. All of it in the living room as neither bear could even consider moving to a different room in their current mental state.

While their collars affected their body to some degree, such as making them erect and horny, it couldn’t affect them more than what they could already do. As a result, they had started shooting blanks with each orgasm. With their balls as empty as they could be, their minds were freed up slightly from the all-encompassing lust, allowing for some mental break as they started embracing each other affectionately for longer periods before needing to satisfy their lusts.

Eleven hours since they put on their collars, during the middle of a hug between fucks, Michael let out a great moan. Thinking it was time for another round of sex, Bruv tried to touch Michael’s dick, but his advanced was stopped by the other bear. He looked at Michael, confused, while his body became lustful again.

“Eleven hours…” Michael said. “That was the most intense eleven hours I’ve ever had.”

He reached up and unclasped his collar, rotating and stretching his neck as he freed it from the device. He then stood up and stretched his body similarly.

“We’ll need to do some stretches the next time we do this. God, my body is sore from that.” He said.

Bruv still looked confused, and he let out a moan to get attention. Michael noticed this and turned to him.

“You probably don’t fully understand, but I thought of a way to make you a dumb dumb for longer than the 24-hour limit. After 24 hours, your collar will be on cooldown for 24 hours. During that time, I can just give you my collar, set for 24 hours, and you’ll stay happy and horny for 24 hours, and then your collar will kick in…”

Michael stopped with the in-depth explanation after he noticed Bruv had started jerking off.

“In short, you can be just like this 24/7, with maybe 20-30 seconds of lucidity every other day.”

Bruv spreads his legs wide, hoping that Michael will stop talking and would start fucking him again. “…less talk…more fuck…”

“Hmm, instead of brining you under right away, I might you lucid enough to be able to trigger a new ‘first memory’ with less emphasis on the horny. Come on here, big guy.” Michael said, extending a hand for Bruv to grab.

Bruv took the hand and was led to his bedroom and was made to lay down on his bed. As he laid there, Bruv thought that the bed was so much comfier than the floor and had wished he knew about it before they spent so much time fucking on the wooden surface. He was too wrapped up in how good the mattress was that he didn’t notice Michael walk away, nor did he notice him return.

But he did notice when Michael slammed the lubricated fleshlight over his cock. His one-track mind instantly become consumed by pleasure, grasping the toy and fucking it without reservation as Michael walked away again. With no one else to occupy his thoughts, Bruv kept fucking the fleshlight until he collapsed asleep in his bed.

He woke up with an arousal so intense, he couldn’t even focus enough to find the fleshlight. He remembered that thrusting felt good, so he started thrusting his hips into the air, not penetrating anything, until he came from that.

The noise he was making ended up waking Michael, who returned the fleshlight to him before leaving again. Finally able to fuck something, Bruv managed to milk his cock dry before the 24-hour period elapsed.

He was in the middle of fucking the fleshlight when it happened. While the process initially felt like his mind was being put through a blender, the reversal felt like a team of professional builders had come through to perfectly fix up everything that had been destroyed. There was an immense calmness in his mind as these imaginary builders all gathered in the worksite of his mind. Then, after they all took positions, they got to work to rebuild everything the blender had torn apart.

The rebuilding triggered a unique sort of pleasure throughout his mind, causing him to let out a similar moan to what Michael did the previous day. He must have been waiting for that sign as, once Bruvinsky let it out, Michael entered the room.

“Hey there,” Michael said, holding a bottle of water, “can you sit up?”

With effort, Bruvinsky managed to sit himself up on the bed. His body hurt. His muscles hurt. His dick hurt. His balls hurt. He tried to lift his arm to take the bottle, but Michael stopped him.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll bring it to you.” Michael said, moving the bottle to Bruvinsky’s lips, allowing him to take large gulps. It’s at that moment when he realised that he hadn’t eaten or drank anything besides cum for 24 hours.

“Thanks,” Bruvinsky said, his chin wet from the water that missed his mouth as he tried to drink the water too quickly. “What happened to leaving me all dumb by chaining the collars?”

Michael let out a sigh.

“I was only under the collar’s effects for eleven hours, and my body was killing me just from that. I couldn’t leave you for any longer than a day without completely changing the first memory to something that doesn’t force us to be constantly active and using our bodies without rest.” He said.

Bruvinsky tried to move his aching body again, his muscles still hurting. “Ahh. Good call.”

“But once you’ve recovered, we’re absolutely going to try and chain these collars together!” Michael said excitedly, ideas forming in his mind.

“I can’t wait,” Bruvinsky said, returning the smile with equal enthusiasm.