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Bear - Part Four
I looked up as he started walking back towards me, taking swigs of his beer. He was amazing looking. There was something about his confidence that made me want to grovel at his feet. He commanded the attention of the room, and his thick, hairy body just made my dick drip. I had no idea what was about to happen, but I did know that I wanted to do whatever he told me.
He walked over and asked me if I wanted some beer. I was a little taken aback by the seemingly cordial question. I thought about it for a second too long, though, because as I thought his fist came crashing into the side of my head. "What the fuck, asshole?" He said to me, then he kicked me in the side and said, "When I ask you a question I get a clear, quick response." I mustered a, "Yes Sir" and the pain shot up my side. I was also acutely aware that my cock had grown even harder.
Taking a chance, I said, "Yes, Sir, I would like some beer, Sir." I dared to look up and he was smiling. He took a swig of his beer, and sloshed it around in his mouth. He positioned his head above mine, looking down at me, and slowly let the now-warm beer trickled out of his mouth onto my face. I leaned my head back a bit and opened my mouth. I took as much beer as he would give me, savoring the taste of it. When all the beer was out of his mouth, it switched to spit as he kept dribbling spit into my mouth. I took every bit of it, loving the way he was "feeding" me.
He looked at me and started laughing, took another swig of beer and started the process again. This time, as he was feeding me beer, his foot stepped on my cock so that my dick was pinned between his foot and the cold floor. It wasn't painful, but I felt like I was leaning up to the ceiling and sinking into the floor at the same time. It was a great feeling.
Apparently the beer was trickling too slowly, because before I could move, he took the rest of the beer in his mouth and spit it clear in my face, all at once. It was aggressive and demeaning, and my face was now covered in warm beer and spit. I guess I was getting a little too comfortable and he noticed that. My dick was still pinned to the floor as he dumped his beer over my head. He laughed as I tried not to choke on it as it ran down my face, down my torso and onto the floor and his foot on top of my cock. I could feel myself getting sticky, now having been bathed in a variety of fluids this afternoon.
His laughing subsided and he told me that I looked like a scared rat who got into the wrong area and there was no way to escape. His smile turned evil again and he asked me if I liked getting fucked. Again, I mistakenly hesitated, and he didn't let me answer. "Nevermind, don't answer that. To be honest, it doesn't matter if you like it or not and frankly I hope you don't like it. I'm going to tear you in half. Feel free to scream and cry, it only makes me harder."
I started dripping from my cock again, but this time I was a little scared.