Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2013 12:46:36 -0500
From: Rich B <subwoofer07@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bear  - Part Three

This story is a work of fiction, any similarities to real people or events
is just a coincidence. If you like it, let me know at
subwoofer07@hotmail.com


Bear - Part Three


I wasn't sure what to think. What started out as a normal day now had me
tied to a toilet, dripping in Bear's piss. My brain was telling me that I
should be disgusted and run out of there as fast as possible, but that
wasn't at all what I felt. I had never been hornier in my life and I wanted
more abuse. I wanted him to use me like I was an object.

After what seemed like forever, he came back into the bathroom. He looked
me up and down. By this point, I had dried off a bit and even though I
could still feel his golden shower on me, it wasn't quite there anymore. He
smiled an evil grin and started taking off my toilet restraint. I opened my
mouth to ask what he was going to do to me, but before a sound came out the
back of his hand hit my face so hard I literally saw stars.

"Who the fuck gave you permission to talk? Don't even being to say anything
you piece of shit, you have no rights in here. Clearly." With that, he had
finished untying me, and grabbed me by the hair. He yanked hard and pulled
me across the floor back into the main room - by my hair! My scalp and my
face ached with pain, and yet I still didn't want to bolt. I was so
intrigued as to what would be next.

He threw me onto the ground and I sat up, trying not to grimace in pain. It
didn't work, he saw that I was in pain and he laughed again. Every time he
laughed that way it sent shivers down my spine. This man, Bear as he liked
to be called, really was a sadist in every sense of the word. He didn't
care about me, all he cared about was that I was some toy that he got to
play with for the afternoon.

He walked over to me, grabbed my head and before I could gasp for a breath
his cock was in my mouth. He held my face over his cock for more time than
I could breathe. I thought I was going to pass out and started to pull
back, but it was no use. His had was firm on my head. The more I struggled,
the harder his cock got in my mouth. Finally, when I thought I would pass
out, he pulled out. I gasped for a second but there was nothing I could do
before it was all in my mouth again. It just seemed to keep growing and not
only could I not breathe, by jaw was aching and we just started.

He skull fucked me for awhile. He kept grunting and once in awhile he would
mention that I shouldn't push people on the subway. I had spit running down
my chin, onto my chest and on the floor. My face was bright red and knew I
looked awful, covered in spit. As if he knew what I was thinking he hacked
up some phlegm and let it slowly come out of his mouth. It dripped down
onto my forehead and my nose, and ultimately on his cock as it went in and
out of my mouth. He laughed again as I was trying to wipe the spit out of
my eyes. I was covered in slobber and all I could do was try to grab
breaths whenever I could between thrusts of his massive cock into my mouth.

Finally he stopped and i fell to the floor, panting like a dog. It never
felt so good to breathe and all I wanted to do was tell him how happy I was
that he was giving me a break. I wasn't sure how long the break would last,
though, so I cherished every second. He walked away from me, over to the
fridge and took out a beer. He opened the cap by hitting it on the counter
and gave me an evil, sadistic smile.