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Coming Home

Written by Cairn Urson

Author’s Note: So this one is not a one-and done. At least not yet. I’m getting back into writing again so bear with me. (Hah! Just had to do that.) This one is something that was inspired by something I was tooling around with an ai chat bot. So, this a work of fantasy, and includes mention of underage, mental illness, abuse physical and s****l. It also mentions death and physical violence, not in yiff. You have been warned. This is just chapter one. Each subsequent chapter will contain this author’s note.

Character Descriptions:

• Jacob- 20 yo male libear (lion-bear: Father: lion, mother: Bear) One of 4 siblings ranging in ages from 14 (youngest) to Jacob (oldest). Family lives in Maryland, summer house is in the Outer Banks of North Carolina

• Pierce- 45 yo male jaguar. Construction foreman and bar owner. President of local leather club. His house is next to the beach house owned by Jacob’s family.

• Tom- 42 yo male tiger. Leather Club treasurer and bouncer in the bar. Good friends with Pierce

• Shawn and Grace: Jacob’s parents. Father is senior accountant for a major accounting firm. Mother is an admin at a major law firm)

Jacob pulled up in front of the house. HIS house, the one that he remembered as a child growing up. This was his happiness every time the family came here for summer vacation. The moving truck slowly backing into the driveway, the movers slowly getting out and opening the truck. Jacob gets out of his SUV and heads to the door, opening it and opening the door open for the movers. Over the next several hours, Jacob and the movers emptied the truck into the house. Furniture goes into the various bedrooms and most of the boxes for the living room and the kitchen. Eventually, the movers pack the truck up and head off after being paid along with a generous tip. Jacob closes the front door and locks it. He lets out a sigh and sits down on the couch, just alone with his thoughts.

Going to the kitchen he looks out the window and notices a large jaguar watering the grass. He shakes his head for a moment, shaking off his thoughts. “it can’t be him. Not after all this time. It just can’t.” Picking up a beer from the counter and opening it, he heads out on the porch and sits down in one of the chairs of the furniture that he remembers from the last time he was there. Sipping his beer, he goes through the last several months of his life.

Trying to forget the horrible abuse that his father put him through after not only discovering his oldest son was gay but involved with a man older than his father. The jaguar standing across the yard from him. The constant abuse for several months from both his parents and then by his parents church. After that, he grew to hate his parents. Even when they came to shore, Jacob would choose to be on his own, having forgotten about the jaguar neighbor.

Then the accident happened. His parents were on the way to pick him up from a therapy appointment when a drunk driver crossed into their lane, hitting their car at over one hundred miles an hour. Both parents died instantly. Jacob was 17 and an orphan. When he heard the news, he had a full breakdown, bad enough to require hospitalization.

During that week, his extended family was in the process of planning the services. After the funeral, he tried to process everything and make sense of it. Another call came in a few days after that, summoning him to the law firm his mother worked at. In a room filled with his brothers, sisters, aunts and uncles, the partner of the firm who happened to be in charge of his parents estate, read the will.

The room when silent when Jacob was announced that he would receive everything, the houses, the accounts. Immediately, his family turned on him, enough that police were called and had to separate him from the rest of the family. Over the next month, the executor of the estate had to fight Jacob’s remaining family contesting the will. Eventually, a judge ruled that the will was above board and ironclad. This time, Jacob was truly alone. Leaving the court flanked by two of the partners of the law firm, Jacob decided that he needed to leave entirely. He sold his parents’ house a month later and after packing his things, he came back to the only home he felt was truly his.

Looking around, he could see the waves crashing against the beach, the sounds of the birds and the occasional car passing by. He looks towards the jaguar, not trying to attract his attention, but eventually the jaguar looks around, noticing someone is watching him.

“Hey kid, I know you just moved in, but I made some extra chili. You want a bowl,” the jaguar asks. “Noticed the power meter and gas meter on your place aren’t connected. That’s going to be a few days. Plus, you look like you haven’t eaten in a while. Come on, I got plenty.”

Getting off his porch he comes closer to the gate and after opening it, reaches out his paw. “I’m Jacob. Yeah, just got here today.” The jaguar smiles, shaking your paw. A slight look of familiarity on his face. “Nice to meet you, Jacob. Name’s Pierce. Chili is ready and I also have a fresh batch of cornbread ready to go. Come on in.”

Jacob follows him into the house and sits down at the table. After a few minutes, Pierce sets down a large bowl of chili topped with cheese and sour cream along with a slice of that cornbread. Going into the fridge, he pulls out a cold beer and sets it down in front of you. “There you go. Chili and beer are good together, at least that’s my opinion,” Pierce chuckles after setting down his own bowl. Jacob begins slowly eating, marveling by how good it is. Eventually he finishes the bowl and sits back in the chair. “That was delicious”, he responds. “Thank you so much.” A notification on his phone interrupts his thoughts. Looking at it, there is a notification from the water authority. “Due to a maintenance issue with our systems, we regret to inform you any connections or disconnections scheduled for the next 24 hours will no longer be occurring. We will be rescheduling those appointments within the next 48 to 72 hours. We apologize for any inconvenience,” The message states.

Jacob slams his phone down on the table, starting the jaguar and causing the bowls and beers to jump. “Now what the hell am I supposed to do? First no power or gas, and now no water.”

Pierce shakes his head. “I’m sorry there. How about this, I have a spare guest room. You’re welcome to stay here until the utilities get set up. I have been told I’m a good cook. I mean I ran a bar for several years. And before you protest, it is no trouble,” Pierce replies, looking at you with an air of sympathy. “Good food, cold beer and running water, along with a soft bed. Just like a hotel but without the high costs.”

Jacob looks back at you, hesitation on his face. “Are you sure? I really don’t want to impose.”

Pierce shakes his head. “Not an imposition cub. I have plenty of space. Not the first time I’ve had an overnight guest. No head back to your place and get a couple of days’ worth of clothes and whatever else you may need. Back door is unlocked. Until you get things situated at your place, you’re staying here. We’re going into fall now. Gets cold at night. Not going to have you catch cold in your first few days here.”

Jacob thanks the jaguar and heads back to his place, grabbing one of his duffels and packing up a couple days’ worth of clothing and his toiletries, he also grabs the folded photo from by his Desktop, holding it tight against his chest. Grabbing his laptop bag as well, he zips everything up and heads back to the jaguar’s place. Pierce helps him in and guides him to the guest bedroom, letting him unpack things. Heading out of the room, he gives Jacob a moment to himself.

After unpacking his things, Jacob sits on the edge of the bed, clutching the folded photo in his paws. Unfolding it slowly reveals it is a picture of him and the jaguar, standing together on the boardwalk, head to toe in leather. The jaguar’s arm is over Jacob’s shoulder, holding him closely. The dam holding the memories come rushing back, not slowly, but like a flood overwhelming a damn. The wall in him breaks down and one moment the tears well up and the next moment he is faced down on the bed sobbing. His cries reach you in the living room.

Pierce sits in his chair for a couple minutes, shaking his head slightly wondering if he should go check on him. Eventually, he gets up from his chair and heads down the hallway to the bedroom, finding the young libear face down in bed. Moving closer, he sits down on the bed next to Jacob and initially reaches a paw for comfort but holds it for a moment.

“Jacob, what’s wrong? Tell Pierce, maybe he can help,” Pierce asks, not sure what to do. He then sees a glimpse of the photo. “W-where did you get that photo?”

Jacob turns to face him, tears still streaming down his face. “It was in a bunch of things that was given to me. It was part of my father’s things,” Jacob replied.

Pierce looked at Jacob intently, then a look of shock spread across his face and he gasped. “Oh my fucking god. Jacob, it IS you. Oh my fucking god,” she shouted.

Jacob looked back, not sure how to react. “He looks at the photo and that you. “P-Pierce? Why are you in this photo with me? I don’t understand.”

Pierce looks closely at the young libear. He looks deeply into you and his expression changes. “What happened to you Jacob? Two years ago, you just suddenly disappeared. Your family too. “

Jacob sighs sadly. “You don’t remember the call you got from my father? I overheard it.” He pulls out his phone and plays the recording. On the recording, you hear you and his father talking. Well Jacob’s father is more yelling. He threatens to turn you into the cops for what you did to his son. He mentioned your club and how it was awful and perverted and that he knew how much money was in it. He demanded you sign over the account to him and if you did, he wouldn’t go to the police. You agreed to meet up the following day and sign the paper authorizing it. A few days after that, Jacob and his family went back to Maryland.

By the end of the recording, Pierce feels the anger and sadness welling up inside him. He goes to offer a paw, but Jacob pulls away. “It got worse after that. Like really bad, Jacob squeaked out, curling up, turning away from you.

Pierce gets up and sits down on the floor, lays a paw on the edge of the bed, not trying to touch you but just to steady himself.

Jacob continues, “As soon as we got home to Maryland, he told mom to get a hotel for her and my brothers and sisters. Just keep them out of the house for a few days. I was alone in the house. He pushed me into the basement and once down there, he made me strip and tied me to one of the pillars of the foundation. He beat me with whatever he could get his paws on. I lost track of time. I know I passed out a couple times. He would throw cold water to wake me back up then continue beating me. He screamed and yelled about how terrible I was and that I was a disappointment repeatedly. I began to believe it. When he finally finished, I think it was day 3 or 4. I can’t remember, he cut me loose and went upstairs to make a call. A couple hours later, a couple guys came back down and took me to this “camp.” There they did even more horrible things to me. It was so bad, my therapist said I will never actually be able to remember. “

Pierce gasped. “Oh my god Jacob. “

Jacob got up and stood before you, removing his shirt. Across his chest, belly and back, there were just a myriad of scars. “This is what they did to me. I hate them for it. After I came back from camp, I did this,” he shows the scars on his wrists. “Mom found me. Dad was at work during month end. Mom never told him. She took me to the hospital just in time. I spent a week recovering. They said if I had gotten there 5 minutes later, I wouldn’t be here. Mom told him that she sent me to stay with her sister. She lied to him to protect me. Eventually, he figured out I was in the hospital after they called looking for her one day. He picked up and they told him. He and mom were fighting in the care on the way to pick me up. They saw the car too late. Other driver was drunk and hit them at over 100 mph. T-they were k-killed instantly. “

Pierce reaches out a paw and lightly rubs it across Jacob’s chest, feeling the lines of the scars. “Oh fuck. I’m so sorry, Jacob. I really am.”

“I’m alone now. When the will was read, dad and mom left me everything. And I mean everything. The houses, their accounts. It’s all mine. The rest of the family were so angry. They ought me for almost 3 months. They lost and decided to disown me. I sold the Maryland house out of spite. Came here.,” Jacob sighed. “I was packing up to come here and I found the photo. It wasn’t until I was here in your house it all came back,” he reaches out and falls into your arms, crying on your shoulder. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. They made me forget you. They beat it out of me.”

Pierce holds Jacob tightly in his arms, letting him cry. “Let it out Jacob. You can’t hold it in like this. It’s not healthy. It will eat you up inside, and judging by how you look now, I think it has. Let it out,” Pierce slowly repeats, rubbing your back, trying to provide comfort. He pulls you into his lap as he sits down in bed. “Just let me hold you, Jacob. I know you don’t believe it yet, but you are safe here. I wouldn’t dream of hurting you.”

After several more minutes Jacob eventually passes out from exhaustion. Pierce slowly moved Jacob from his lap and onto the bed, covering up with the blankets and heading out of the door and back into the living room. Getting another beer from the fridge and opening it up, he takes a long swig and heads back to his chair, turning on the TV for a distraction. His phone rings about an hour later. Looking down it’s Tom, the tiger from the club. Pierce picks up.

“Tom, not a good time right now. Can you give me a few days,” Pierce greets him.

“Pierce, it’s been a while. The guys wanted me to reach out and see if you were sill alive. I guess you still are. Geez man, whats going on? You sound like shit,” Pierce scoffed slightly, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “I mean it’s been like a year since the bar closed. Not like we drive it into the ground. We just lost the permits. The guys and I have been trying to get them back, but someone in the city is playing hardball. You know anyone that might have an ax to grind?”

Pierce lets out a silent chuckle, not enough for Tom to hear. Yeah, but that prick is dead now. “Tom, with what fucking money? The accounts are drained,” he growls. “Someone stole the money. It’s all gone. Even if we could get the permits again, we have no capital to buy anything.”

Tom gasped. “Pierce, what do you mean the accounts are drained? Like how the fuck did that happen,” Tom asked.

Pierce growled louder, enough for Tom to hear, “Think the bank told me the accounts got compromised. They investigated and couldn’t find anything. They money’s gone and it’s not coming back,” Pierce growls. “Like I said, it’s not a good time. Just leave me alone Tom. You know I left and you fuckers need to respect my decision. If you can’t then fuck you all.” Pierce hangs up, throwing the phone onto the couch.

“Heard you yelling. Something about money,” Jacob sleepily replies, walking out shirtless into the living room. “They don’t know do they? That you gave the money to my dad?”

Pierce sighs. “No. I am not going to tell them either. As far as I’m concerned, the bar died when your dad stole you from me and then blackmailed me. I would sooner raze it to the ground and turn it into a parking lot than reopen it as a club for those guys,” he replied rubbing his face and neck.

Jacob sighs. “That photo of us together. We were together weren’t we,” Jacob asked, a look of sadness and confusion on his face.

Pierce rests a paw on Jacob’s thigh and lets out a sad sigh. “Jacob, I’ve known you since you were 8. Every summer, your parents and I sometimes had dinner and I also watched you and your brothers and sisters when your parents wanted some time to themselves. I watch you grow up. When you turned 16, is when things changed between you and I,” Pierce replies, lightly rubbing Jacob’s thigh.

“I think I understand. I am starting to remember. I became your boy,” Pierce looked up and replied. “We were together, and then my dad found out. I remember that night clearly. It’s one of the few things I couldn’t forget. I was sitting in my room working on something and dad came into my room to ask me something. He saw the beach photo and just lost it. He started yelling and slapped me. Then he left and the first thing he did was call you. He was so angry. Then everything is just foggy”

Pierce, replies, tears in his eyes. “What he did, taking you away, was the thing that hurt the most. I cared for you so much. I saw you grow up and then you gave yourself to me. Not just as a friend but a lover. Tearing you away from me was like tearing my heart out. I was in a bad way. I closed the bar, disbanded the club and well, locked myself in my house.”

Pierce begins crying, “I know nothing is the same between us, but I never forgot about you cub. I kept all the photos and the guys never knew, not even your father knew,” he sobbed.

Jacob looks down at the table, sniffling slightly. “When I sat down on the bed and opened the photo it all came back. That’s why I was crying. Just seeing you again…it brought it all back, the good and the bad. Daddy, I’m so sorry. Will you forgive me,” Jacob begins crying as he crawls into your lap and hugs you tightly.

Pierce begins rubbing your back, mottled with scars. “Yes cub. You’re home cub. Back with daddy, that is if that’s what you want,” Pierce replies in a comforting tone.

Jacob slowly stops crying and looks at you, eyes glassy from the tears. “I not only want it, but I need it. I need to be your cub again,” he replies.

Setting you back on the couch, without saying a word, he heads down the hall and brings back a small box and places it on your lap. It is a small wooden box, a small brass plate adorns the top of the box with your name. Jacob’s eyes sparkle and he lets out a gasp. “You kept it? I thought my dad destroyed it,” Jacob asked surprised.

“Your dad tried to bury it. He didn’t see me as I watched him do it. After you and your family left to go back home, I dug it back up and cleaned it,” Pierce looks at you, a serious look on his face, his dominant side beginning to come up. “Go ahead and open it cub.”

Jacob opens the box and gasps. It was the collar that Pierce, his daddy placed on him those years ago. Pulling it out of the box, he holds it in his paws for several minutes. Looking up at Pierce, his daddy, he smiles.

Pierce scowls at him. “I want you to think about this cub. If this is what you want, you have to realize what that entails. You will be my boy, and I will be your daddy. That means we respect each other and will respond to each other’s needs. It is my job to protect you and to make sure your needs are met. It is your job to communicate effectively about your own needs and to help me with my needs. Once you put that collar on, you are pledging yourself to me. And I to you. For as long as you choose to wear the collar, we belong to each other. Am I clear,” Pierce says, that authorative tone in his voice.

Jacob looks up and nods. “Yes daddy. I understand. I am yours and you are mine, “he replies as he offers you the collar. “I am your boy, now and forever.”

End of chapter 1