"Put me in the sling, bearstud."
From Create Your Own Story
"You sure it's not my birthday?" Don grins, and tugs your shirt over your head. You feel heat rise to your skin.
Don's hands slide down your chest and undo your fly, tugging at your zipper and jeans and taking your underwear down with them. He exposes your ass, and pushes you toward the sling. You awkwardly step out of your shoes and leave your jeans and underwear in a pile. Don runs his rough hands down the front of you, stroking your dick twice before he pushes you back gently, and you sit back onto the sling, which rocks. The bear takes your left foot first, giving the flat of your foot a lick as he slides it into the leather loop, and then repeats with your right. You hitch yourself back on the sling, realizing that every man in the room is now watching you, and watch as the bear towers over you, smiling. You reach up and grab the straps for your hands, and feel your whole body tremble.
Don kneels, surprising you, but you realize what he's doing a moment later when his bearded face touches your exposed skin. He presses his face into your ass and begins licking and slurping at your hole with abandon, making you writhe and gasp, and making your cock harden. He's an expert ass-eater, you realize, and you're soon grinding your butt into his face, hands gripping impotently at the leather straps and arching your back to try and get more of his hot tongue inside you. He chews, licks, and uses his tongue, all the while his beard is a rough contrast on your skin, and you're soon breathing heavily, your dick rock hard. He empties mouthfuls of spit into your hole, and you feel the heat of his tongue and saliva like an electric current.
He does this for what seems like a long while, and you're whimpering and grunting. When he pulls his mouth away, you gasp, and look to see him rising, his beard wet with his spit. He undoes his zipper, and you watch him pull out his thick, veiny, uncut cock, stiff in front of him.
"Here it comes, boy," Don says.
The bear rams his cock into your ass, and you gasp at the roughness of his entry. The bear's hands grip your legs, and he shoves into you, getting balls deep quickly, and leaving you gasping and grunting as you try to catch a breath. You catch yourself making mewling noises, translating the assault on your ass through your voice, trying not to swear as the bear pulls back again, and then rams himself home. The sling translates his angry fucks into a sway, slamming you back onto his cock with all the more force, and it makes you see stars.
He sets up a furious pace, ruthless on your butt. His hands grip tight into your waist, and he slams himself in over and over, pulling out nearly all the way with each thrust, and his balls slap against your ass, quickly becoming wet with sweat.
"You like that, boy?" the bear growls, slamming into you, deep.
"Yes!" you hiss. "Fuck yes!"
The bear continues to fuck you, swaying the sling with every thrust. You feel your body press onto his cock with every return swing of the sling, over and over as the bear's ever-increasing speed and force shove his cock harder and deeper into your hole.
"Take it, boy," the bear grunts. "Take it!"
You gasp and writhe, nearly out of breath, making grunting noises and feeling his cock assault your spit-slick hole.
"Fuck yeah," the bear says, picking up his pace. With another series of rough thrusts, you feel his dick blow his load deep inside you, with two spurts of heat that fill you up and slick his cock while he rams it one last time balls deep.
He pulls out a moment later, and you feel his cum sluice down your ass. You stay there on your back for a moment, but then he tugs your feet from the loops and you shakily stand, gasping and panting. He smiles at you as he tucks away his sticky dick into his jeans and zips back up.
"You're the perfect picture of a little whore, aren't you?" He grins, smiling at your nakedness. He tugs out a handkerchief from his back pocket, and gives your ass a quick wipe, getting most of the spunk off, then smiles and hands it to you. You stand there holding the rag, some more come dripping from your ass, which is more than a little sore from the rough ride.
"Happy birthday," he says. He takes your face in one hand, and dips his thumb into your mouth. You suck it, reflexively.
He grins again. "You all done, boy?"
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