Mark walked into the backroom bar already knowing what he wanted. He wanted to get used. The place smelled like sweat, beer, and cheap cologne. A few guys sat around the dark booths, but the big one at the end of the bar caught his eye right away. Six foot four, thick beard, heavy gut under a tight black t-shirt, arms covered in dark hair. That was the kind of bear that could wreck a man.
Mark stepped up next to him and ordered a shot. The bear looked him over once, slow, then grunted. You look like you need a real cock in you.
Mark didnt waste time. Yeah. Your bear cock. Make me your bitch.
The bear finished his beer in two swallows and jerked his head toward the door. They didnt talk on the way to his truck. Mark climbed in and the bear drove them to a small house on the edge of town. As soon as the door shut behind them the bear shoved Mark against the wall and grabbed his jaw.
Strip. Now. I want to see what kind of bitch Im dealing with.
Mark peeled off his clothes fast. His cock was already hard and leaking. The bear stayed dressed, just unzipped his jeans and hauled out a thick, heavy cock, veined and half-hard, the head already glistening. It was the kind of meat that stretched mouths wide and left assholes sore for days.
On your knees, bitch. Suck it.
Mark dropped. The bear fed him the cock slow at first, letting Mark stretch his lips around the fat head. Then he gripped Marks hair and pushed deeper, forcing the shaft down his throat until Mark gagged and spit ran down his chin. The bear held him there, hips rolling in short thrusts.
Fuck, that throats tight. Youre gonna take every inch like the cock bitch you are.
Mark moaned around the shaft, eyes watering, nose buried in the bears thick pubes. The smell was strong, musky, pure man. The bear fucked his face harder, balls slapping Marks chin with every thrust. Spit and precum dripped onto the floor. When the bear finally pulled out, Marks lips were swollen and shiny.
Bed. Face down, ass up.
Mark scrambled onto the mattress. The bear kicked off his boots and jeans but left the shirt on. He climbed up behind Mark, spread his cheeks, and spat on his hole. One thick finger pushed inside, then two, working him open rough and fast.
Gonna fuck this hole raw. You want that bear cock stretching you?
Yes, Mark gasped. Please. Make me your bitch.
The bear lined up and pushed in. The head popped past the ring and the rest followed in one long, brutal slide. Mark cried out, the burn mixing with the deep ache of being filled. The bear didnt wait. He started pounding, hips slamming against Marks ass, heavy balls swinging. Every thrust punched the air out of Marks lungs.
Take it. Take that fucking bear cock, bitch. Your holes gripping me like it never wants to let go.
Mark pushed back, meeting every thrust. The bears thick body covered him, sweat dripping onto Marks back. One big hand reached under and grabbed Marks cock, stroking it in time with the fucking. The other hand wrapped around Marks throat, not choking, just holding, owning.
They changed positions twice. First the bear flipped him onto his back and hooked Marks legs over his shoulders, driving in even deeper. Then he pulled out, manhandled Mark onto all fours again, and mounted him like an animal, one arm hooked under Marks chest to keep him in place while he hammered the hole.
Mark came first, untouched except for the friction of the mattress and the constant pounding on his prostate. Cum shot across the sheets in thick ropes. The bear didnt stop. He kept fucking through the clenching, growling low and dirty.
Gonna fill this bitch hole. Gonna breed you full of bear cum.
He slammed in to the root and stayed there, cock pulsing as he unloaded deep inside. Mark felt every hot spurt, the bears heavy body shaking with release. When the bear finally pulled out, cum leaked down Marks thighs.
They lay there catching their breath. The bear lit a cigarette and passed it to Mark. After a minute he spoke again, voice rough.
Shower. Then round two. Im not done turning you into my cock bitch tonight.
Mark smiled around the cigarette and followed him to the bathroom. The water was already running when the bear pushed him against the tiles and sank to his knees this time, showing Mark exactly how a bear takes care of his new bitch.
