NOTE: This story is a work of fiction. Any reseblence to real people or events is stricty concidental.
Bear - Part One by Subwoofer07@hotmail.com
As I kneeled in front of him, staring at the zipper in his jeans, waiting for the next command I suddenly felt alive. I had been in similar situations before, but never quite at this level and the fear and excitement were intoxicating. I had no idea what was next, I had no idea if I was going to enjoy it, but it didn't matter. I wanted to see what was hiding behind that zipper so badly that the anticipation felt like it was going to kill me. I wanted to look up at him to see if he was smiling or not, but I was scared to look. I needed this.
A few hours ago, I had been sitting on the subway heading nowhere in particular. I assumed I was going home since my body's motions were taking me in that direction. Getting onto the train, I bumped into a big guy. He was probably five inches taller than me, not overly muscular, but definitely stocky. He was wearing a tank top and you could see the fur poking above the neckline and his arms were pretty large. He had very close cropped hair, some piercings, but no visible tattoos. I went to apologize to him but I was rendered speechless – the look of hatred on his face made me quiver. He just stood there glaring at me as if I killed his new puppy.
I wasn't sure what to do. Part of me was getting really pissed off because it was a complete accident. He had no reason to be this angry. Another part of me wanted to apologize even more. Every part of me couldn't look away. There was something about how large he was and how he was staring at me that was captivating. It felt like there was nobody else on the train and that he owned me somehow.
A couple stops went by and he still didn't stop the intense stare. Finally, he turned to get off the train and turned around and changed his gaze a bit. It was still intense and mean, but I somehow knew that I was supposed to follow him. Like I was in a trance, I got off at his stop and started following him. He didn't look back once, until he was at the top of the stairs and about to go out of the turnstile. Then, he turned around slightly to make sure I was following. I saw the beginning of a cruel smile on his face.
He left the subway station, and started walking west. I had no idea what the fuck I was doing, but my pants were getting tighter and tighter. Why did this man, who seemed to be a bit of an asshole, have such control over me? He finally started slowing down and we paused in front of a brownstone. Now, he turned around and looked me up and down. I was suddenly extremely self-conscious, I realized that we were walking quickly and I was drenched in sweat. I tend to be a heavy sweater, and between the strange excitement and the mild exercise, I was drenched.
He looked me up and down and was sneering. He literally looked at me like I was so beneath him that it was laughable that I would even be this close. His sneer turned angry again and he said, "Who the fuck do you think you are?" I was so taken aback I had no idea how to answer the question. I don't think he wanted an answer, though, because he kept going. "You're so fucking full of yourself that you push people out of your way to get on the train. You have no regard for people's personal space and you're so lost in your own head you have no fucking clue that the world isn't revolving around you."
I was dumbfounded and offended. I started to protest what he was saying, I was getting angry, but he held up his hand and his face was extremely threatening. "Don't you dare say a word, you cunt. If I want you to speak, I will ask you a question. I live here, on the third floor. The doors are open, go inside, sit on the floor and wait for me. If you touch anything or if you leave I will hunt you down, drug you, and rape your unconscious body."
Now I had no fucking idea what to do. I went from being captivated to angry and now I was scared shitless. I wasn't quite sure why, but I was rock hard, too. I was so intrigued by this giant, angry man that I just walked into the building and up to the third floor.
There was no air conditioning in the apartment. It was a large studio, neat, but not overly decadent. The double bed was in the corner, there was a little seating area with a large flat-screen TV and a mini kitchen area. Books were thrown about everywhere. I sat down on the floor and tried not to think about how hot it was or what was about to happen.
After five minutes of waiting, I was starting to wonder where he was. Did he need to go get something? Was he preparing to murder me? Was this somebody else's house and this was a cruel joke? The longer I waited, the more asinine thoughts popped into my head. My boner had subsided and I was starting to actually get scared. Right when I was about to bolt, the door opened.
He had a paper bag in his hand and was drinking a bottle of water. He was just as sweaty as I was and his clothes were drenched. My boner instantly came back. He looked down on me and for the first time, smiled. It wasn't a warm smile, it was the kind of smile somebody has when they buy a new, shiny toy. He was looking at me as his new plaything, clearly not anything warm and fuzzy was going through his mind.
"Kneel." I did what I was told. He placed the bag down, drank the last of the water and walked up to me.
This is how I found myself kneeling in front of his crotch, yearning for something to happen – to see what was inside the zipper. I had been with aggressive men before, but there was something different about him. I knew I was about to embark on something incredible and the anticipation was killing me.