"No, I just want you to fuck me, bearstud!"
From Create Your Own Story
The bear chuckles, and gives your ass one more playful swipe of his tongue, then stands up. You hear his zipper.
"Sorry guy," the bear says over your shoulder. "Maybe next time." The guy in the wifebeater gets down from the platform with a shrug.
"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 waist, 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.
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 own, 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, slamming you into the wooden stocks with every thrust. You feel your body pressed into the stocks 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 thigh. You stay there locked in the stocks for a moment, but then he tugs the top off the wooden aparatus, and you shakily stand, gasping and panting. You turn around. 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. 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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