U. N. Known Writer

The Metal Bears

Hi there. As all you Metal Bears fans probably know my name is Cub Bear. I'm a thirteen year old boy, and I'm a slave. The Metal Bears' Slave.

Yeah, I know that's going to be shocking to some of you, but it's okay, it was my choice and, I love it. No really I do. It's great, much better than I ever thought it would be when I made the choice back when I was just eleven years old.

You may not know this but in the country we come from a boy has a choice of three options when he leaves junior school. He can go onto one of the Academies and continue his studies, and end up working in an office all their life. Or, he can do practical work in an apprenticeship and be stuck in a factory. The third choice is the one I choice. Indenture. That means you literally sign your life away for five years, until you're sixteen, and have to do anything and everything you are told no matter what it is, and the person, or person who own you can do whatever they want to you, short of actually killing you or doing serious damage. Then, at sixteen, you are free to do whatever you want, and even take on a slave of your own as only those who have been a slave, can own one. It's one of the safe guards they put in when they changed the law.

Being a slave is hard work, as you're about to see, as I take you though one of my more typical mornings staring, where else, but first thing in the morning, which, when you're in a rock band, like the Metal Bears, tends to be at noon.

Normally, I wake up covered in Grizzly Bear. He's the lead singer and guitarist in the Metal Bears, and my owner. That's why I sleep in his bed, unless I've been bad and then I'm strapped into my packing case with the rest of the band's gear, which isn't as bad as it sounds, but still I prefer being with Grizzly, despite him being so heavy and me being so small which means I do tend to get a bit squashed in one of the narrow tour bus beds.

That's right we're on a tour bus, and you can hear the sound of the wheels tearing up the tarmac in the background if you listen carefully, although after a while you don't when you're on the bus as much as the Metal Bears are.

I'm usually the first to wake up, given that I'm too young to drink and do the other stuff that go with being a rock star, and anyway I've got chores to do, the first of which is to get myself dressed as Grizzly always forgets to put my plug back in me and my tube back on me when he's done with me so I have to do it myself in the morning.

You know what it's like when you're thirteen. You always wake up with an erection that demands you do something with it before you can do anything, even have a pee. Well, I'm not allowed to do that. Not pee, as obviously I'm allowed to do that. It's the other use that I can't do. It's one of the rules I have to live by and it's one of the hardest to do, or not do. No pun intended.

Every boy loves a good wank, and I was no exception at eleven, but for most of the last two years I've not done it. Not even once. Sometimes Grizzly does it, but mostly I get off in other ways. In the meantime, I have the tube on, just to be sure I can't.

That's my tube I'm holding there. It's what it sounds like. A small rubber tube that goes over my willy, and fixes to a ring that goes around the base behind my nuts, with a tiny lock so that I can't take it off. Grizzly has a key of course, and so does the manager back at home, just in case Grizzly looses his which he has done at least twice, which were particularly frustrating times for me I can tell you.

Most of the time the tube is the only thing I get to wear, along with the leather harness that you've all seen me in and which I can't take off at all as it's sealed on by the Slave Authority. The one you can see me wearing now is my second one, as I out grew the first one earlier this year, which meant a trip back home to get it changed which was nice, as the old one was really starting to chafe me in places you don't want to be chafed.

The harness has loads of metal bits on it that get used during the show as you've seen on the concert video and is comfortable to wear, at least once you get used to it being there, all the time.

Anyway, before I can get the tube on me, I have to visit the ice cooler up in the galley. That's what we call the kitchen on the tour bus although I don't know why. I think it has something to do with boats.

Now, if you're a boy you may not want to watch this bit, as a handful of ice between the legs is the only way I've found of getting rid of a morning erection, outside of wanking. And yes, it's everything my face says it is. Probably best if you don't do what I'm doing now, at home, unless you have to. After all the other way is so much more fun. More so if someone else does it.

Once the tube is on, then it's time to put the plug in and that takes a bit more work even though you'd think I'd be used to it by now. Only what you probably don't know, unless you're in the slave programme yourself, is that as you get older the plugs get bigger. Not just longer either, but more rounder. Just so a slave knows that he's got a plug in and believe me when you have one in, you know about it.

That's my plug there. The big one. Can you see the way I'm putting that slippy stuff all over it? That's to help it go in easier. Sometimes, Grizzly doesn't use it, and that makes me squeal a bit when he shoves it in dry, but that's okay as I can take it. I have to. I'm a slave.

Now the best way to put a plug in, especially a big one, isn't just to bend over and shove, like you might think, but to get into a crouch like I'm doing there, and slowly, but steadily push it up until you get to the wide part. Then, just shove. It stings a bit at first, especially if you're not expecting it, but it's the best way, trust me.

All right so that's me dressed about as much as I get to dress, so it's time for me to get on with the day, which starts with me making breakfast for the bears although to be fair, given the time it's probably more like lunch or even afternoon tea..

Being big hairy men's men, all the bears don't tend to eat anything unless it's been deep fried, but frying on a tour bus ain't always the best idea especially if you're bare naked nude all the time. However, if you plan ahead you can do it. Just do a load when the bus is parked up, freeze it and then stick it in the microwave, or regular oven, when the bus is all bouncy-bouncy, and the bears will be none the wiser. Well that was the theory the first time I tried it, only Grizzly could taste the difference and that's how I ended up being his mike stand that first time.

Now you've all seen the concert by now, I guess – who watches the extras first? – so you've seen me during "The Tale to End All Tales", right at the front of the stage with Grizzly's microphone strapped onto my head but that's not all there is too it cos I can't move at all.

You see, although it might look like it the microphone isn't actually on my head, it's still on the stand, only I'm strapped to the stand. Or taped to it anyway. It's not duct tape like some people think, but real gaffer tape, which is this really sticky tape that has bits of cord in it so its really hard to break, or even cut. The crew use it for all sorts of fixing stuff, including fixing me to stuff.

What happens is, I stand on this little box in front of Grizzly's spare microphone stand, with the bit that has the actual microphone just above my head and the roadies tape me to it. Then they take the little box away and I'm left just hanging there. All this is done under the stage, so that when "The Tale to End All Tales" starts, both me and the microphone stand comes up through the stage ready for Grizzly to start singing.

Funny thing is Grizzly gets loads of letters from other boys who want to be his microphone stand but let me tell you this, if you're one of those kids, that it really ain't as much fun as you might think it is, cos when Grizzly sings that song, he gets really phelmy, and all that spit goes all over my back and gets in my hair and everything. It's really nasty. Plus, cos I'm right at the stage, there's loads of fans trying to grab me which ain't so bad at the bigger venues but in the clubs it can get very handsy, even through the gaffer tape.

Course that's not the worst thing that happens when the Bears take it into their heads to make me part of their equipment. If you've not seen them already – and you can of course – then take a look at the photo gallery in the extra section and you'll see photos from the time Grizzly volunteered me to be one of Paddy's cymbal stands, when he broke the real one. Being bent over backwards and gaffer taped down with your knees besides your ears, with a carbon fibre pole shoved up your bum, with a cymbal on the top, makes getting covered in spit seem like a walk in the park. Mind you, the vibrations that came down that pole ever time Paddy played a splash almost made up for it. Almost.

Oh, Paddy's the newest member of the Metal Bears and guess what? He doesn't like boys. Yeah I know, weird or what? Grizzly is always teasing him about he's missing but strange tastes aside, Paddy's a nice guy. Well for a drummer anyway. I mean Grizzly's got this great joke: "What do you call a guy who hangs around with musicians? A drummer!" That's funny right? Even Paddy thinks so. But he's a drummer so he probably doesn't get it.

Crap, I hope he's not going to watch this? Still it should be okay, unless someone shows him how to use the bus's Blu-ray and that someone would probably be me, seeing as I do all that sort of stuff while we're on tour.

Yeah, I do all the chores like that around the bus along with the cleaning, the washing and stuff like that, so this rock n' roll thing isn't all glamour, like you might think. Mind you it sure is fun. Well most of the time anyway especially now I'm famous and there ain't many boy slaves who can say that is there? I mean, I not only get to be on stage with the bears, but I'm in their videos and even on the covers of most of their records. So that's like proper famous.

Anyway, that's about all the time I have to talk to you right now, as there's loads to be done before Grizzly wakes up and I've not even started yet, so I'll catch you all later at one of the shows and remember, like the band say: "Keep It Metal and Keep It Bear!"

The End