This is a work of fiction. Any resemblence to real people or events is coincidental. If you like the story, please email me at subwoofer07@hotmail.com.
Bear - Part Two
"Look up." he commanded. I did, not sure what expression would be staring back at me. It was a stern one. Then, before I knew what was happening, he spit in my face. I was so shocked, I had no idea what to do. Oddly, it made me even harder than I was, if that's even possible.
I didn't have time to think, though, he slammed his crotch into my face with such force that it almost knocked me over. It smelled a little musty, very sweaty, and I was aching for it. I wanted his cock more than anything. I reached up to unbutton his pants and he slapped me in the side of the head. Then, he laughed a very demeaning laugh.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Did I say touch me? Fuck you." and with that he pushed me hard and I fell backwards onto the ground. Before I could move he was on me, ripping my shirt off my body and pulling my pants down. I was fighting him because it was instinct, but he was huge and he easily held me down.
I found myself on the floor, naked, with spit on my face and a bruise forming on the side of my head. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into, but I was so turned on I could barely breathe. I was scared, but I was in over my head. My clothes were ripped on the floor next to me. My 5'11 athletic frame was defenseless against him.
He smiled a cruel smile and looked at me as if I was a new piece of furniture he just bought. "You can address me as Bear when I allow you to speak." he said. "Now I want you to do exactly what I tell you, and I promise you if you fuck it up, your cunt and your mouth will be more sore than they're already going to be."
I nodded and he walked over to the kitchen. He took out a beer and drank it in one gulp. He then took off his shirt and I couldn't help but gasp. He was stocky, with a nice layer of hair covering his entire torso. You could see how the sweat matted the hair to his body. His shirt was drenched. He really was huge, muscular and big.
He walked over to me with his disgusting shirt in his hand. With a sudden movement, he had rammed the shirt into my face and was holding me down with his other hand. It smelled disgusting, but the sweet smell was intoxicating. He smeared it all over my face and I could feel that my face was getting soaking wet. Then he shoved it into my mouth. The taste was not intoxicating and I tried to spit it out. The more I struggled, the deeper he put it in my mouth.
He started laughing, "What wrong? You don't want to eat my shirt? Maybe you shouldn't have been such a prick on the subway then." I struggled to breathe and started gasping, "Please. Bear. Please." which was apparently the wrong thing to do.
He leaped off of me and had a look of pure hatred on his face. "Who the fuck do you think you are? I didn't say you could say anything. You're a selfish little fuck and you're going to pay." He grabbed me by the arm and twisted. It hurt like hell and the only way to make it easy was to let him drag me across the floor.
We went into the bathroom where there was some sort of weird apparatus on the toilet. Next thing I knew, I was spread eagle in front of the toilet, strapped to it with absolutely no way to move. Metal chains were fastened to somewhere behind the toilet and were extremely tight on my wrists and ankles. I was horrified as to what was going to happen being stuck to the toilet. I tried to get away, but the more I struggled the more he seemed to like it.
"You want to see my big fucking cock, don't you? Well, you're going to see it, but you better fucking get ready." He took off his pants to reveal extremely sweaty boxerbriefs underneath. "I'm going to save these for later." he said as he removed them and put them on the sink.
His dick was amazing. I can't do it justice, but it was the perfect length and fat. It had just the right amount of veins leading to his big mushroom head and I wanted to suck it so bad. I wanted it all over me. For a second, I forgot that I was attached to a toilet.
He walked over to me with his cock and low-hanging balls inches from my face. I looked up for a second and he spit in my face again. I couldn't wipe it off, and trying to made him laugh that creepy laugh again. Then, before I knew it, I felt warm. I looked up and realized he was pissing on me! I was so taken aback I had no idea what to do. I started to say something and as I opened my mouth, much to my horror, he started peeing in my mouth! I was starting to feel nauseous.
"That's it, boy, take Daddy Bear's piss. I'm going to make sure I mark my fucking territory. You're going to piss of Daddy Bear and now Daddy Bear's pissing on you." He thought this was hilarious and laughed as he pissed in my hair, in my face, all over my chest. My chest hear started sticking to me as it became soaked with piss. It dripped down my body onto my cock (which was still rock hard) and got all over the floor. There was so much of it I thought it would never stop.
Finally, the last drips came out of his beautiful cock and he took a step back, looking at me literally dripping in his piss. I had no idea what to do. He just laughed and walked out of the bathroom.