4. Bear

Chapter 4

‘God damn, I need this beer,' Bear said, happily cracking open a fresh bottle of Canadian beer as he crashed down into his armchair. ‘Come on, up with me Brutus.'

Bear's shaggy dog Brutus hopped up onto the armchair and made himself comfortable in Bear's lap in no time at all.

‘So… another tough day at the office, Brutus?' Bear laughed. ‘Tell me that you didn't make the dog walker's life hell again?'

Brutus the dog simply banged his tail up and down on the armrest a few times before snuggling up closer to his human friend. Bear took a moment to himself and looked around the living area of his humble townhouse.

With its rustic but classy décor, the interior reminded Bear of his uncle's ranch back home in Eagle Ridge. Bear's uncle might have been in his nineties now, but he was still active as hell. Whether it was hiking, working the land, or romping around with his collection of rescue horses, Bear's uncle was full of life.

‘Here's to you, Uncle,' Bear said, holding his beer aloft before glugging down a few mouthfuls. ‘And here's to my little piece of country in the city.'

Bear's townhouse was modest but situated in a nice part of town. The truth was that the Doni family covered the rent and Bear could have chosen something far more upscale had he wanted to. But that just wasn't Bear's style. For a big man, Bear enjoyed flying as under the radar as he possibly could.

Maybe it was his past as a high level mafia bodyguard, but Bear valued privacy, discretion, and leading a low key life higher than most. Bear hated flashy events, film premieres, and generally being associated with anything that might remotely resemble show business.

And speaking of his old life, Bear saw his cell phone flash up with a message from his old boss, Dante.

‘I wonder what Dante wants?' Bear pondered, figuring that Dante was simply checking in to say hey. The two of them had always enjoyed a close professional relationship, one that had over the years developed into something along the lines of a deeply held friendship. The pair of them were both Daddies too, only serving to strengthen their bond.

Bear smiled as a cluster of old memories came flooding back before deciding to pick up his phone and see what the message was all about…

DANTE: My man, it's been a while. I'd ask how life is treating you, but this isn't a personal message. This is business. You know I respect you, and I happily gave you my seal of approval to leave the family. But… I want to offer you the chance to come back. Maybe a break was all you needed? Something tells me that the old ways are still strong in you, my friend. There's a war brewing. It'll get messy, that's for sure. And I need a real man by my side. Think about it.

On the one hand, Bear couldn't quite believe what he was reading. When he left the Mafia Daddies NYC, Bear assumed that it was a one way ticket. No one left a mafia family and returned. While Bear might have left with Dante's blessing, he had always felt like it was a permanent goodbye.

But as he re-read Dante's message, Bear could see that the offer was genuine. And it gave him plenty to think about too. After all, Bear had been having more and more thoughts about potentially returning to his old life. Even if it wasn't with Dante, Bear's restlessness for his old life was such that he had begun to imagine integrating himself with a new mafia family and taking on the kinds of assignments that used to be his bread and butter.

‘Fuck. What do you think, Brutus?' Bear asked, letting out a long sigh. ‘I can't lie. It's tempting.'

Brutus simply opened his eyes and gave Bear a fleeting look before nestling back down to sleep again. This was a decision that Bear would have to make without any assistance from his loyal canine companion.

However, even if he wasn't ready to make a definitive choice, Bear knew that he needed to show Dante the respect he deserved and send a message back in acknowledgement of the offer.

BEAR: My brother, it's great to hear from you. God damn, that's tempting. But you know me, I'll need to think on your offer. Respectfully, it's not the kind of situation I'm going to jump into without giving it the correct due diligence. I trust that you and your boy are well. Your friend, B.

Bear smiled as he thought about Dante and his boy, Mac. The two of them had met in the most hectic of circumstances but had battled through and become the perfect example of a Daddy and boy.

‘I've got some serious thinking to do,' Bear said, knowing that this was a decision that could alter his life forever.

But rather than getting too bogged down, Bear decided that he would leave any serious thinking until after his early morning workout. Bear liked to relax and unwind in the evenings, and spending too much time considering Dante's offer was just about the least relaxing thing imaginable.

‘Okay, boy, let's see what you're all about,' Bear said, sipping down some more beer and chuckling as Brutus hopped off his lap and went to take his customary spot in front of the roaring log fire.

Bear picked up his cell phone and after a quick search found Olivier's Instagram account. Assuming that he would find all the usual social media style heavily edited photos, Bear was met with something of a shock when he saw what was actually on Olivier's page…

‘Holy… smokes,' Bear said, arching his eyebrow at what he was confronted with.

Rather than the polished, social media management approved images that Bear was expecting, he was met with various images of Olivier in extremely revealing outfits. Not only that, but Olivier seemed drunk, out of control, and definitely not living the life of a professional sportsman.

‘This ain't good,' Bear growled. ‘In fact… it's pretty fucking terrible.'

And Bear's mood was blackened further as he clicked on Olivier's live stories and saw that the boy was currently at that moment out in town and seemingly letting loose at a club opening.

‘You've got to be fucking kidding me,' Bear said, the anger in his voice drawing the attention of Brutus. ‘Hey, I'm not mad at you, B. It's just this boy…'

Bear clicked off the stories and went back to the main photo grid. In fact, such was Bear's anger at Olivier's unprofessionalism that he felt like finding out where the party was, marching into it, and giving the boy the spanking of his life right there and then.

Suddenly it dawned on Bear that Olivier's promise to focus during their introductory session might not have been as genuine as it seemed. In fact, it was becoming a distinct possibility that Olivier had just said whatever he thought would placate Bear.

‘That little asshole,' Bear grumbled, his blood boiling inside him.

Respect and honesty meant a lot to Bear and they were values that he lived his life by. So to have the boy so blatantly make a mockery of him was something that didn't sit well with Bear at all.

However Bear knew that he had to keep his cool, for now at least.

Seeing that the boy was out partying was leverage that he could use when it came to their first full day of training tomorrow.

As far as Bear was concerned, all bets were now off and the training of Olivier Rennes was going to be a period of his life that the sassy boy would never, ever forget…

Bear woke the next morning like a man possessed. After his customary early morning coffee and walk round the park with Brutus, Bear found his cell phone and sent a message to Olivier.

‘This will teach him a lesson,' Bear laughed as he tapped out the message, a wicked smile on his face.

BEAR: Good morning, Olivier. I trust you had an early night in readiness for our session today. Change of plan. I want you to meet me in the city. Fall Park, to be precise. And bring a notepad and pen too. See you in an hour.

Bear smiled and tossed his phone on the bed. The likelihood of Olivier being ready in an hour seemed pretty low, and even if he was then the signs of a hangover would surely be too difficult for the boy to hide.

The time for letting the boy get away with bad behavior was over. Danilo had set Bear the task of bringing Olivier under control, and that was exactly what Bear was going to do.

But before that, it was time for a shower.

Bear stripped himself out of his morning sweatpants and t-shirt and whipped his small black briefs off too. With his heavy, thick cock swinging from side to side, Bear made his way into the wet room and turned on the extra-powerful shower head.

As the hot water began to blast down over his mountainous body, Bear chuckled at the various ways that he could put Olivier through his paces. If the mission was to teach the boy some professionalism, then Bear knew that he was the man to do it.

But the more that Bear considered how he was going to succeed in making Olivier more professional, the more his mind was thrown back to their very first meeting.

Walking into the locker room and seeing the boy naked and bent over with his peachy ass and manhood on display was one thing – the boy was sexy as hell, and he probably knew it too.

But as hot a sight as that was, that wasn't the image that was playing over in Bear's head. Instead, what was truly imprinted on Bear's mind was the way that Olivier turned and stood with his stuffie covering his cock.

There had been a look of shock on Olivier's face, but the way it was coupled with his blushing cheeks was something else altogether. It was like the boy was enjoying the embarrassment at being caught naked and unawares.

‘There's more to Olivier than just a wild party boy,' Bear muttered, his cock hardening as he held the image of the exposed Olivier standing and subtly hopping from foot to foot as everything but his cock was on show for the three Daddies. ‘And maybe the key to teaching him some real discipline is by tapping into it…'

However any chance of thinking about what psychological approach he would take with Olivier was soon put on the backburner. With his cock achingly hard, Bear's foremost desire was to pump some shower gel over his meat, take it in his hands, and jerk himself off hard and fast.

But that wouldn't be disciplined.

What Bear knew he needed to do was show the very kind of restraint that the boy was evidently not capable of in his own life. So instead of taking his hands to his thumpingly hard cock and brining himself to satisfaction, Bear simply looked down and watched as his erect dick bobbed and twitched under the shower water.

Bear had always enjoyed denying himself release. It was something he got off on and had become quite the expert over the years. The feeling of being full of the most primal desire and yet somehow managing not to act on it was a thrill for Bear, a kind of self-discipline that not only gave him mental strength but felt agonizingly good too.

‘But when I do cum for the boy, it's going to be a good one…' Bear grunted, turning the shower onto its coldest setting and bracing himself for the icy blast.

It was time to get himself into game mode.

Bear had been a bodyguard to the mafia and lived to tell the tale from countless near death experiences – and now it was time to show the spoilt bad boy prince of hockey exactly what was required to make it as a true professional…