Date: Sun, 4 Aug 2013 15:57:28 -0500
From: Rich B <subwoofer07@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bear - Part Four

This story is a complete work of fiction. If you're liking it so far, drop
me a line at subwoofer07@hotmail.com.


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.