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Galeo had spent years working for this day. The mid-sixties grandfather had spared no expense interfering in his grandson's life far more than the wolf would ever know or suspect.

It was critically important to the large bear that Michael believed that everything that might happen was his own decision, or random chance or happenstance. Similarly, it just wouldn't do for the boy to suspect that his grandfather -- his last living relative -- was leading him by the nose into the bear's welcoming arms, life, and bed.

No nineteen year old wants to think about the amount of influence and control adults have over their life and Michael was no exception. That's why Galeo knew he had to hide his thoughts, needs, and feelings from the young man.

But the grandfather had also decided years ago, ever since he had developed these intense feelings for his exuberant beautiful relative, that allowing the youth to drift off to college and out of his life was out of the question. That is to say, as long as there was something to be done about it.

And Galeo had the means and will to do something about it. In fact, he'd done many, many things in regards to his grandson in preparation for this day. Some things of which he wasn't especially proud of. And yet, his obsession was such that he felt he must act. Life without Michael in his life... in his bed... it was unthinkable to the bear.

It had started some time back when Michael was still in highschool. Galeo had been watching the excitable boy -- a skinny wolf adopted many years ago by his much larger bear parents -- open presents at Christmas when he admitted the truth to himself.

The truth was that he wanted to unwrap Michael like a present, just like the boy was carefully taking the wrapping off his holiday gifts. Galeo wanted to carry the teen up the stairs, into his bedroom, help the lad out of his clothes, and then show the highschooler what an experienced man could teach him about pleasure.

But these are not the type of thoughts one shares with their innocent adopted grandchild. And so when the boy ran up to him to thank him and hug him for his generous gift, the smiling older bear accepted the gratitude graciously even as he had to shift his position to hide his jeans-stretching erection.

That had been years ago and much work had been done since then. In addition to the many hundreds of thousands of dollars paid. And it was because of this thorough groundwork that the bear hoped his days of hiding his needs -- his most intensely felt desires -- were almost at an end.

Very soon, he hoped, his grandson's eyes would light up with that same Christmas joy when the bear showed the teenager the thick, musky gift he had for him.

Still, he must be patient, he reminded himself as he checked his watch. This must be Michael's idea. Everything that is to happen must be the wolf's idea.

But patience wouldn't make Michael arrive any earlier. The two of them had scheduled this dinner reunion weeks ago and the boy wasn't scheduled to arrive for hours yet.

And so, being the thorough and attentive retired professor he was, the wealthy man decided to check his list of preparations one final time.

First, he called the boy's therapist.

The high-priced giraffe answered after just a few rings.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite client. How are you today, Mr. Galeo?"

The bear stilled his fingers which had been tapping on the polished wood of the dining room table and replied, "Well enough, Dr. Florent. I hate to trouble you with this unexpected call, but as we've previously discussed my grandson is coming by today."

"Ahh, yes, yes. I remember. Today is the big day, isn't it? You must be tremendously excited."

The grandfather felt his face heat up in an embarrassed flush. He didn't like others knowing about his feelings towards his own far young relative. But informing associates and would-be accomplices of his goals had been a necessary step to put his plan into action.

"Yes... Well... Hopefully the young man is equally excited. That is, if you've done your job?"

If Dr. Florent was insulted by the implied or perhaps even explicit questioning of his competence, the therapist's voice didn't betray those emotions to his client.

"Mr. Galeo, I can assure you that I'm one of the foremost experts in my field of teenage psychology. Michael and I have had years to explore his thoughts, feelings, and needs on a variety of subjects. I could have gotten the job done in as little as six months if I had to. But with three years to work with? Let's just say that Michael's subconscious has been imbued with a great deal of sexual tension... And it goes without saying that you feature prominently in his secret heart."

In the past, hinted-at but unspoken promises of success might have been enough for the grandfather. But not on this day. This day was far too important.

"Speak clearly, good doctor. Has Michael mentioned me during his therapy sessions or hasn't he?"

"Mr. Galeo, I respectfully decline to ruin the surprise for you. You'll have your ultimate answer very soon now, yes? But since you have been such a generous contributor to my office renovation fund, I will say that Michael has indeed confessed to some very naughty thoughts involving his dear, sweet grandfather. And now the rest, as they say, is up to you."

Galeo gritted his teeth and took in a deep breath. Damn but this man was vexing. Not to mention expensive.

"Yes, Doctor. I understand."

"I'm so glad to hear it. Your grandson has been a wonderful patient and I hope to continue meeting with him for years to come. And, Mr. Galeo? Maybe I offer one last bit of advice?"

The bear felt his blood pressure spike even further. This giraffe had better live up to his reputation.

"Yes, of course."

"Be sure not to jump the gun. Remember: Today is just another day, like any other day. Let Michael pick his timing. Let him approach you. And let him take the lead. At least, to start out anyway."

The grandfather heard the old brittle plastic of the old fashion phone creak in his hand. Evidently he'd been crushing the receiver without even meaning to.

"... Thank you for the advice, Doctor. Goodbye, Doctor."

"You are very wel--"

But the bear didn't hear the therapist's response, having already slammed the phone back down into its cradle.

Then Galeo allowed himself a couple of minutes of deep breathing to force himself to relax. There was something about Dr. Florent that always got out of his skin. And yet, he had come highly recommended for this type of job.

Which reminded the bear about the next person on his list to call.

The grandfather dialed another number but this time the phone rang and rang and rang. The man was about to give up when someone belatedly answered the phone.

"Yes, yes -- What is it?"

"Dr. Reming?" Galeo asked, wanting to confirm that he was indeed speaking to the otter.

"Yes, I am he, in that he is me. What is it to be?"

"It's Galeo. I'm calling to check in about your patient, Michael. But, what's with the rhymes, doctor?"

"Oh, Mr. Galeo . Good of you to call. Though, perhaps not the best timing. No insult to you, of course."

"No insult taken. I normally would not call midday on a Saturday but my grandson is coming by today, you see."

"Aha. So today is the day, is it? The day to see if your patience will be rewarded or wasted."

Rather than being offended, Galeo was simply confused. The voice on the other end of the line did seem to belong to the surgeon, but he sounded so very odd.

"Dr. Reming... Are you high?"

"Yes. Quite. Why do you ask? Actually, nevermind. Just ask your question, Mr. Galeo. I have a boy tied up in the next room and I should stop the milking machine before he completely loses his mind. It has been a few hours, now that I think about it. His poor balls must be very sore."

It took the bear a moment to realize that the recreational drug user wasn't kidding. Somewhere on the other end of this line, there really was some young thing bound to a table getting his cock endlessly pumped and sucked until he had nothing left to give... Only for the rhythmic mechanical sucking to continue on and on while the mature otter smoked up and continued to ignore him.

"Well, I don't want to take up any more of your time than is necessary. I just wanted to check in about my grandson, Michael. Has there been any--"

"I will briefly provide you with the most up to date summary, then I must return my boy's own cum back to him. He doesn't enjoy his own taste but it's very important that what comes out goes back in. This will be sufficient, yes?"

Galeo got the strong impression that even after the milking machine was turned off and the grateful boy had swallowed his own copious output that the unknown youth's trials were far from over.

"Yes, Doctor. That will be fine."

"Excellent. Listen carefully, as I do not have time to repeat myself. Your grandson, Michael, was involved in a crash some three years ago. Or at least that was what he was told upon waking up from his surgery. I'm told you had his car appropriately damaged to mimic the appearance of a hit-and-run."

"Yes, that's correct--"

"Please do not interrupt me. I'm quite baked and if you make me lose my place I'll forget. I have important things to get back to."

"My apologies and yes, you mentioned. The boy."

"Boy? What boy? ...Oh, heavens, I forgot about the boy! Dear me, I wonder if I left him with the highest speed setting? It's been hours by now. ...Oh my, I wonder how much boy-milk he has managed to produce? Probably quite a fair amount, wouldn't you think?"

"Doctor?" Galeo prompted, realizing he'd made a terrible mistake in distracting the drugged out otter. "You were providing me a status update on Michael?"

"Michael? Ah. Yes, Michael. The surgery went well and the patient recovered fully and swiftly. Unsurprising, given to his age. Generally speaking, teenagers have remarkable capacity for healing."

This time the bear decided to stay silent lest he distract the frazzled doctor once again.

"As you're aware, we implanted multiple custom tailored conditioning chips into your grandson's head. Per the specifications, these become most active while the patient is asleep. As I understand it, Michael has been experiencing some very erotically-charged dreams since the accident. But I am only the surgeon, so you'd need to speak with the therapist for more information."

Galeo held his tongue before he shared his thoughts about Dr. Florent. Especially since he didn't want to distract the doctor before he finished his status report.

"Since the accident, your grandson has fully recovered and the implants appear to be fully functional and working as intended. And may I say, what a lucky boy Michael is to be equipped with his own private porno channel which streams each night while he's asleep. Though, perhaps he finds the subject matter... curious?"

The bear coughed at that, somewhat ashamed and not wishing to discuss the matter further.

"Thank you, Dr. Reming. All good news, as usual. Please enjoy your Saturday."

"Yes, yes. I nap now," the surgeon said, yawning as he spoke. "Goodnight, Mr. Galeo."

"Nap?" the confused bear tried to ask. "Doctor, I believe you mentioned a boy waiting for you in the room over?"

But it was too late and the line was already dead. He briefly considered dialing the surgeon back but decided against it. Whatever was going on over there between the doctor and his... playmate was none of Galeo's business.

Once more setting the phone back in its cradle, the bear wondered once more whether he'd done the right thing in approving that procedure years back. On the one hand, it seemed incredibly invasive to control the teenager's dreams and unconscious musings. But on the other hand, Galeo's advisors had made it quite clear that if he did not take proactive steps to guide his grandson's path, the day he was hoping for would never arrive.

Still, it made the older gentleman blush to think about the lewd imagery his favorite relative had to sleep through each and every night, without breaks or exceptions. Even on special or holy nights, such as the night before the teenager's birthday or Christmas Eve, the lad's dreams were filled with strong, burly bears dominating lithe, accommodating wolves and other twinks.

The chips' collective architecture and the nature of dreams would ensure that Michael never recalled what he'd been dreaming of the night prior, but the boy would always wonder about the raging, pre-cum slick hard-ons he woke up to each and every morning in the months and years following his car 'accident'.

Galeo had received previous assurances from Dr. Florent that the therapist had explained to the young wolf that morning erections were perfectly normal for boys his age and that there was nothing to be concerned about.

The chips of course had one other critical function.

During masturbation or other sexual activity they would inhibit the satisfaction or pleasure derived from certain categories of fantasies while greatly enhancing the sexual high obtained from other topics. So as not to arouse suspicion this function of the chips stayed dormant for many months after the accident and then slowly ramped up to full activity over the next two years.

By now, enough time had passed that the chips were fully engaged in inhibiting and enhancing. This meant that the wolf would find no pleasure in thinking about boys or girls his own age. Alternatively, thinking about older men in a sexual context would provide the teenager quite the thrill.

There were many such topics on the 'no cum' list and Galeo's advisors had helped him customize the list before the scheduled procedure. These "disinterest categories" included: Topping, pussies and tits, women in general, and other such topics Galeo found inappropriate for his dearest relative.

On the other side of the coin, the chips helped Michael develop a flourishing variety of sexual fantasies in categories such as: Age gaps, size differences, surrendering control and power dynamics, chastity and orgasm control, bears, muscle guts, and yes, eventually the chips directly encouraged positive, healthy sexual thoughts about the wolf's own grandfather -- Galeo himself.

At least, that was the plan. But for all the preparatory work the bear and the unknowing wolf had taken on, the grandfather didn't have some magical mirror to peer into his grandson's mind. Had everything truly gone according to the path he'd laid out for the boy? Had Michael really begun fantasizing about him? He had no way of knowing and that aggravating therapist would frequently throw up arbitrary claims of "patient confidentiality" to frustrate the wealthy older man.

In one particularly heated back-and-forth over the phone where Galeo had threatened to strangle the giraffe if the man didn't start giving him straight answers, the chipper therapist would only comment to say, "I think when the time comes, you'll be pleased to find that your money was well spent."

But even that answer was too cryptic for the bear. He didn't need inferences and implications. He needed guarantees. Promises. Concrete assurances. But the whimsical therapist didn't deal in these sorts of absolutes -- even as he continued to merrily cash the grandfather's checks.

And so that left just one more call to make before Galeo began preparing for the arrival of his guest. Michael himself.

Taking a deep calming breath the older bear dialed in his grandson's mobile number and brought the plastic phone receiver to his ear.

It only took a couple rings and the line went active.

"Grandfather!" an excited wolf exclaimed on the other end of the call.

"Michael. It's so very good to hear your voice. I'm sorry to trouble you but I just wanted to check and see if you thought you'd be able to make it up today."

"Of course I'll be able to make it. I've really been looking forward to this. Actually, I'm already on my way and I should be there in just a couple more hours."

That was sooner than Galeo had been expecting and he realized this meant he'd have to shift his timeline somewhat. Clearly the home cooked meal idea would need to be abandoned.

"Oh my, you're practically almost here. I'll have to hurry up and pick up a bit."

"No need to clean on my account," Michael said. "I'm sure it'll be fine."

The bear glanced at some of the porn DVDs spread around the living room couch and thought perhaps it wouldn't be ideal for his nineteen year old grandson to come across them.

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"Just a light cleaning. Don't worry, I would have cleaned it regardless. But enough about my old house. How are you doing, Michael? It's been months since we last caught up."

"Because you've been out of the country!" the wolf replied, feelings of frustration and exasperation making their way into his voice. "You didn't even give me a heads-up!"

"Yes, true, I'm very sorry about that. There was a last minute business matter which needed my attention," the grandfather lied. "But I think that will be the last trip for a long while and we'll have all the time in the world to catch up."

The truth was, Galeo had been advised that it would be best if he were unavailable and unreachable by the wolf during the critical period where the teenager's implants, therapy, and his own biology started pointing the horny young thing towards his own grandfather.

The theory was that by denying him contact with the bear for months only to then thrust him in the same room with the man, the desperate teen would have enough built up need to be able to overcome societal stigma and his own reservations. And from there the hope was that Michael would make the first move. It was very important to Galeo that the boy voluntarily approach him because this initial encounter would serve as the foundation of their entire relationship going forward.

But, while that was the plan, no guarantees could be made. The bear didn't know what he would do if the teenager exercised herculean levels of self restraint or if the implants and therapy failed to work as advertised.

Some of his advisors had mentioned that if the initial plan failed he could always have his grandson brought to a training site where the boy could then be turned into exactly the kind of lover the mature bear had in mind. But Galeo didn't want a broken slave that merely looked like Michael. He wanted Michael himself. Whole and pure. And just as importantly, he wanted Michael to want him.

So the bear thought that perhaps there was no "Plan B" and there would never be such a plan. This was it. Everything was riding on today.

"But I couldn't even call you," the wolf whined. "You know, I worried about you. And I missed you."

There was a helpless, needy tone to the wolf's complaining but rather than irritating the bear the teenager's pleading made Galeo's member stir to life under his bathrobe.

"I missed you too," the grandfather confessed. "I thought about you often."

"I thought about you too. During the day. And at night. When I was... in bed."

Galeo blinked in surprise at that. This conversation was going much further than just the small talk he'd been expecting. And the wolf had almost sounded... flustered?

"Michael, I can't properly express how nice that is to hear. You know you've always been very special to me."

"No... grandfather... I need to explain. I need to, ummm, tell you something."

The bear's heart began to pound in his chest. He didn't know what to do. Should he try to end the call here? Should he let the boy talk? But if things went poorly Michael was still many miles away from his house. He could just turn around and go back home. This conversation wasn't supposed to happen over the phone. Was this a good sign or a terrible sign? Was the plan already coming off the tracks?

But Galeo didn't see any good alternatives. If his grandson wanted to speak, he must permit it.

"Alright, Michael. I'm listening. But since this sounds a touch more serious than small talk, I should say that no matter what you have to tell me, I'll still love you. Totally and unconditionally."

"I know. I do know that. And... Thank you."

The line went silent for a good long while after that. Galeo eventually thought he had to say something.

"Grandson? Michael? Are you still there?"

"Yes. Sorry! I was, uhhh, just trying to get my thoughts in order. Okay... So... Here goes nothing. Grandfather, after I arrive... I want to make you happy."

"Michael, just showing up would make me happy. You don't have to do anything special beyond just being yourself."

"No... I... Uhhh... I'm not being clear enough. I mean... I'd like to sit you down on the couch... kneel down on the ground between your big legs... open that bathrobe you like wearing... take you into my mouth and... make you happy."

Well, that was certainly clearer, Galeo thought. And besides Michael not yet actually being here in person to follow through on that promise, it was exactly what the bear had been hoping to hear. A total slam dunk. Mission (very near to) successful.

But actually, no, it wasn't. He still had to play his expected part in this little drama, to ease Michael into where the boy needed to be.

"Michael... I... The individual words you used make sense to me but... Am I understanding correctly that... You want to give your grandfather... a blowjob?"

There was heavy breathing on the other end of the line and Galeo thought the boy might hang up out of sheer embarrassment. But thankfully the teen powered through his feelings and kept talking.

"Yes. I'm sorry. I really am. But that's what I want. I want to take you into my mouth and work your cock so good you'll think you've died and gone to heaven. I want to rub your big, strong thighs as I move up and down your thick shaft. I want to make you feel so good you'll moan out my name. And I want to work you slowly up to the point where you can't hold back anymore. Then I want to watch your face tense in pleasure as you cum. And I want you to look back down at me as you watch me swallow everything you give me. I want you to watch my throat swallow again and again as you feel my tongue lick around your still jizzing cockhead."

Michael had made his explicit confession in one nearly uninterrupted huff. And now once more the line went silent.

Galeo knew that the teenage wolf was waiting on him to speak. To say something. To acknowledge or reject his passionate feelings.

"Michael... I... I don't know what to say. Let me take a moment to get my feet back under me. I suppose I should say... It's perfectly natural for young men to project their sexual needs and desires onto those closest to them. Teachers... Coaches... Relatives... So we should consider that what you're feeling at this particular time is some momentary --"

"No, grandfather. It's not momentary," Michael cut in, his voice certain. "It's not. I've had these feelings... these thoughts for months now. And they aren't going away. If anything, they're getting strong and more undeniable with each day that passes. This is how I truly feel. So... P-please don't dismiss my feelings like that."

"...Okay, Michael. I hear you. And I believe that I understand. Then... for my part... I suppose I should confess that I always found you to be a... particularly lovely boy. A beautiful boy. I'm sorry, Michael -- Am I making you uncomfortable? Maybe I should stop talking."

Galeo felt he was taking a risk reciprocating like this. The original plan was for Michael, overcome with teenage lust, to throw himself at his grandfather in a spectacular display of raw need and submission. But with the wolf initiating this conversation while still being far away, the grandfather's instincts told him that it was important to fan the flames of hope.

And Galeo's instincts must have been on the mark because Michael leapt at the implications left unsaid in his older relative's words.

"No! Please don't stop. In fact, keep going. Just... Please don't stop talking to me, grandfather."

"I'm not going anywhere. And when you arrive at the house, we can continue talking about this over a nice cup of tea. But... What was I saying again...?"

"That you thought I was beautiful," the wolf eagerly supplied.

"Yes. Yes I do. Beautiful and talented and charming. So, it's quite, ummm, flattering to hear your strong desires towards me so passionately expressed. No, I... I should be more honest with you. Especially since you've been so honest with me. I'm wearing my bathrobe right now, Michael. And your little confession made me... Well, let's just say that there is something big and hot and long draped over my thigh right now. I think... perhaps it's reacting to the naughty things you've told me."

The line was quiet but not silent. Galeo heard heavy breathing coming from the other end.

"Michael? Did I go too far? If so, I'm quite sorry."

"...H-how big is it?" the wolf asked. A typical teenager question.

Galeo wasn't annoyed or surprised at the inquiry. How could he be, when he'd had such an outsized role in defining and deciding the teenager's sexuality. If Michael was a bit of a 'size queen' it was because the bear checked some combination of boxes on a 'product customization form' which bore his signature at the bottom. And to which an expensive invoice had been attached.

"It's long enough, boy," the grandfather said evasively, wanting to supply the wolf with even more motivation to come up and see him. "But I plan on putting it away before you arrive. So if you want to see it, you'll have to sit me down and open up my robes, won't you?"

"You won't... You won't stop me?"

That question was music to Galeo's ears.

Michael thought himself to be in the driver's seat. Clueless as to his grandfather's actions and motivations over the last few years, the teenager had no idea of the proverbial mountains the bear had moved so that his dearest and last family member would willingly offer his mouth to the mature gentleman.

But it was incumbent upon Galeo to pretend as though this conversation was the very first time he'd ever imagined slipping his thick, juicy meat into Michael's waiting muzzle. And a boy as pretty and wonderful as Michael deserved to be slowly, methodically, lovingly seduced.

"I probably should. Maybe I should be trying harder here to be the adult in the room and pump the breaks before things go too far. This is all just... so sudden. But... What you said wasn't just some slip of the tongue. I could tell you meant what you said. And... You're very important to me, Michael. I don't want to dismiss you, or reject you, or ignore your feelings or needs. So... I'll make you a deal. Are you listening?"

"Yes sir. I'm here."

"After you arrive, for today and tonight we will do whatever you want. If that means having dinner and watching movies before retiring to our separate bedrooms, that is well and good and that's all we'll do. I would be perfectly satisfied with that. But you'll be in charge today, Michael. So if you want to do... other things... then you will need to take the lead, make decisions, and tell me what you want. Let me be very clear on this point, young man: I'm not going to put any pressure on you or push you to do anything you don't want to do. In fact, I'm not going to push you at all. What happens today and tonight... It's your call. Your choice."

"That's... Wow. So, anything I want? Anything at all?"

Galeo paused to remind himself just how much kinky filth he had playing on a loop inside the wolf's dreams and imagination. Setting limits and expectations would be prudent.

"Well... Within reason. For example, you won't be topping me young man. No matter how much you beg and plead."

"No no... I know. I just mean... Can I play with your nipples?"

"If you like. Just be gentle."

"I will! I promise. And... Can I suck your fingers?"

"I... don't see why not. Is that what the kids are into nowadays? Finger sucking?"

"I... uhh... saw it on a website. And wanted to try it out."

"I see. Well, I have no objection. I suppose I'll want to wash my hands extra thoroughly before you arrive."

"Can I play with your balls?"

"Let's see now... No squeezing. No twisting. No pinching. So, I'd say it's more fair to say that you may worship my balls, if you like."

"I could worship your balls all day, sir."

"I think... I might much enjoy that, my dear lad. But keep in mind that I'm an old man with limited stamina. I'm sure you could go all day and all night but you'll tire me out after only an hour or two. And I may need a break after the first time I... Ahem. You know."

That wasn't, strictly speaking, true. Despite his age, Galeo was confident he could pound the wolf into a quivering, exhausted mass of sweat and fur and still have enough energy left to do it all again twice over. But Michael didn't need to know that. Not yet, at least.

"Oh. Right. Sure. But... After I go down on you, I was thinking, maybe... I could straddle your lap and... take you in and, umm.... ride you."

"Now that would be quite the sight. But... I'm afraid I'm far too large for you, Michael. Not to be braggadocious, but I'm a bear and a well endowed one at that. I don't think I would fit and you'll just hurt yourself trying. The last thing I would want to do is cause you pain."

"Well... The thing is... I've been practicing."

Galeo blinked, then grinned up hearing that. What a lovely little whore Michael had grown up to be.

"I see. In that case... If you insist... I'd let you try. But the moment I see even a single wince of pain on your face, I'm putting a stop to it. I couldn't stand the thought of hurting my grandson."

Again, the bear wasn't being perfectly honest with the boy. Assuming everything went to plan, Galeo planned on regularly spanking the teenager once they'd settled into their new normal. At a frequency of at least once a week, if not more often based on disciplinary needs.

Spanking was not only intensely erotic and fun, it also aided in establishing roles and power dynamics. Michael would find it very difficult to mistake himself as being in charge while he was screaming and crying into a pillow while his grandfather's explosively-powerful bear mitt slowly tanned his behind.

"I thought you said I'd be in charge," the teen retorted, half teasing and half accusing.

"Then I spoke too broadly. I'm the adult and I will always be the one in charge. Understand, young man?"

Michael audibly gulped into the phone.

"Yes, sir! I understand, sir!"

"Good. When you arrive, you may suggest activities and I will... take them under advisement. But you will do as I say because it's my house and I have responsibility for you and I love you. Will you be a good boy for me, Michael?"

"Yes, sir."

The bear understood that he should stop there but he was too caught up in the moment. He smelled weakness and submission and the scent temporarily overrode common sense.

"That's not quite good enough, boy. I want you to say, 'Yes, grandpa. I promise to be a good obeyer-boy for you, grandpa.'"

The wolf panted softly into the phone for a few seconds before answering, "Yes, grandpa. I promise to be a good obeyer-boy for you, grandpa."

Galeo knew he was going way too far, way too fast but his self control had slipped in the heat of the moment. He mentally slapped himself as he reminded himself to stick to the plan. It was time to reel things back. Michael wasn't ready to witness true domination yet. To be subjected to it and enveloped within it.

"Michael, was that okay? I have to admit, I'm very out of practice when it comes to dirty talk."

"Y-yes, grandad. That was good. Actually it was... very good."

The wolf sounded relieved that the assertiveness had been 'just an act'. The bear's cock throbbed in pleasure at the boy's innocent naivety.

"Oh? That's nice to hear. And... are you hard right now, Michael?"

"I... uh... I am, sir. But... fuck... I can't believe I'm admitting to my own grandfather that I have an erection."

"Language, young man! But that's... good to hear. And... this seems like an excellent note to conclude this call on. Drive safe and I'll be here when you arrive. Okay, Michael?"

"Yes, sir. I will, sir. And... Thank you for... for everything."

"Michael, you are a treasure and I'm lucky to know you. Just remember our rule for tonight. No pressure, right boy?"

"Right. No pressure."

"I love you, grandson," Galeo said, meaning the words with every fiber of his being. He did love his grandson. More than he could properly express.

"I love you too."

The wolf's reply sounded sweet and sincere. And it only made the bear's erection harder.

As he hung up the phone, Galeo had to admit to himself that the 'no pressure' rule was complete bullshit. That is to say, he had effectively engaged in a multi-year pressure campaign to push the teenage wolf into his bed. But Michael didn't need to know that.

All the boy had to do was listen to his labido and follow his raging hormones. The bear would be right there waiting for him with love, support, kindness, and a shoulder to cry on. And for the time being, Galeo would keep his own sexual needs in check. At least, until such time that it became appropriate to fully express them. A time was almost certainly still months off yet.

Patience. He had to be patient.

Knowing that he should spend this time cleaning up the house but unable to help himself, the grandfather stepped inside the main bedroom's walk-in closet and turned on the light.

There, inside an impressive glass display case, stood a lithe wolf mannequin dressed in a tight fitting leather gimp suit, bone-toy-shaped gag strapped between faux teeth. Completing the outfit were heavy boots, restrictive ball mitts, dark lenses to hide the eyes, and discrete locks in key areas to ensure the wolf adorned in the leather outfit would stay accommodating and compliant until they were let out by another.

Still achingly hard as he was mesmerized by the sight, Galeo opened the display case and let his large hand rub the mannequin's inner thigh and chastity cage.

"Soon Michael... Soon I will show you just how much I love you. And when I see you twitch in your cage and moan into your gag, I'll know you love me just as deeply and truly as I love you. Of course, your love is destined to be a touch more... frustrated than my love."

The grandfather's fingers played with and teased the tip of the gleaming chastity cage. When he looked upon it, he imagined a twitching wolf cock that was weeks removed from its last climax.

"My love will be hot and hard and wet and sticky and oh-so-satisfied. Your love will be retrained and desperate and teased and tested. And when we kiss, I'll taste and feel your love and need. Just as you will taste and feel that love returned. And my power. My power to grant... or deny."

As the bear's fingers gently caressed the pink, somewhat overly-plump silicon balls hanging at the bottom of the flaccid-mold dildo caged within the chastity device, he felt his phone buzz in his bathrobe's pocket.

With an exertion of willpower the grandfather took his eyes off the beautifully dressed mannequin and took out his phone.

The illuminated display said he'd received a text message from his long time friend Hoss.

"How's "Project Grandson" coming along? He is almost ready to join us and the rest of the boys during poker night? The guys can't stop talking about him."

Galeo smiled, knowing that the massive horse was nearly as excited as he was for the payoff at the end of the rainbow. After all, their close circle of like minded friends had been discussing options and possibilities like this for some time now. Michael's future had been carefully planned out for by a group of older, experienced men who all wanted the only best for him.

Glancing at the time and knowing he had to get moving, the bear took a moment to shoot back a quick reply.

"Soon. Very soon now. But before then, I have a role in mind for you. How would you feel about being the 'horny babysitter who won't take no for an answer'?"

Hoss immediately replied with four emojis and a text reply.

The emojis were a smiling horse face, an eggplant, a water symbol, and a sweating wolf face.

"Sounds like the role I was born to play. When?"

"Soon. Maybe early next week. For now, I got to go. My grandson needs me."

"Good luck! Remember to tell him how pretty he is while he's swallowing. And pet him and rub him behind his ears. Wolf-bitches love that."

As Galeo pocketed the phone and began cleaning up, a question occurred to him. Cologne or no cologne? Does a refined, distinguished gentlemen scent themselves for the night they plan to fuck their own grandson into a quivering mass of orgasmic pleasure?

The bear thought... perhaps not. Best to keep things natural and casual tonight.

After all, teenagers have such sensitive noses. And Galeo would never want to do anything to distress his sweet, loving, horny grandson.

Well... Not until he got the boy to ask to be distressed, that is. And then? And then... Perhaps it would be time to schedule a nice friendly poker night. Just Michael, him, and "the boys". He was sure his grandson would enjoy being the center of attention. Even if the wolf would probably prefer that his arms weren't bound behind his back and that he wasn't ring-gagged.

Despite that, Galeo thought his grandson would be pleased to see how genuinely excited the group of older men was to see him. And they would be very, very excited.