Big Bears and Medium Wolves

The collision—literally—of two wildly and intoxicatingly different men.

Life is good. Great, even. I’m riding a brand-new Ford F150 Lightning with upgraded leather seats and my new company’s watermark on the doors. Windows rolled down, I park and my music stops. I leap out to grab warm, gooey cinnamon rolls—extra frosting. Is it 1,500 calories for the two? Yes. Am I still gonna get four? Of course.
As the cashier is ringing me up, I’m pretty sure she’s hitting on me. I was feeling extra warm today in honor of yesterday’s last loan payment. I completed paying off all the debts it took to create my business. Now would it ever harm this flirty cashier to return the favor even though I swing a different way (usually)? Unlikely. I knew I was a catch—jet-black, short, spiked hair and defined muscles climbing a 5’11” build. It did do wonders for me, thanks for asking. When she finished drizzling the extra frosting into an open container, I thanked her, taking the rolls in one hand and the container in another. I left the store to catch a big breath of fresh air when a wall slammed into me. Make no mistake—I was standing still. Yet, a building-sized human trampled me, sending the frosting flying on the floor. I looked up, biting anger down, into the eyes of my new enemy. The most pearly brown eyes I could swim in, illuminated by the noon sun, locked on mine. Fear and shame crooked two bushy eyebrows together like a set of hands knitting a scarf. Large, handsome features twisted in apologetic distress. An overwhelming, grating voice inside me forced me to understanding, anything to soothe the features of the huge, yet cute, man.
“I-I-sir I’m sorry it’s…” he dawdled off in near-panic. I forced my face into a warmer expression and rubbed off any splatter of the frosting. “It’s okay, big man. No need to worry over spilled condiments.” He looked up, and those beautiful orbs glowed.
“There! Hang on here, I’ll grab you a new one.”
Before I could do the polite protest where we all act as if we don’t want to inconvenience one another, the man jumped up to the front of the store and through the doorway. His forehead hit the top of the doorframe softly, making me realize he was even taller than I thought. That door ought to be at least six and a half feet. His wide shoulders nearly scrubbed against the sides of the doorframe. He dwarfed the other passengers, awkwardly maneuvering his large limbs and torso to grab some more filling from the cashier, who seemed to flirt even harder with him. I was getting a little turned on. When he came back, like a mountainous but proud puppy, with the container, I flashed him a smile. He looked down hungrily.
“You want some?” I asked, surprising myself a little. He looked ecstatic, but stopped.
“No, uh, my brother said I can eat when I’m done with work.” He said. My eyebrows shot up. That sounded like a cookie-cutter statement for domestic abuse, the one we see in television shows. My surprise came not from naivety, but from the idea that a 200-pound bear of a man could be abused. Not to be ghoulish, but can’t he just fight back? I quickly understood, however, from his fearful expression, that I didn’t have the full story.
“You know what? How about you come with me to this house I’m renovating for myself. It’s not a construction zone as of now—it should be a cozy spot to catch the Sunday football game?” I asked. He seemed unsure. “Come on, big guy.” I slapped at his thigh, which was tough with muscle.
“Okay, uh, sure? Sure.” He said worryingly. I wrapped an arm around a meaty midsection, since I couldn’t reach the shoulders that well, and we headed to my car. I ordered two burgers from the steakhouse near my house. Those eyes were getting hungrier by the minute.

Grayson

So I find myself in the passenger side of a stranger. This man had the look of a drill sergeant, hairy torso peaking from a collared shirt and muscles cropping most surfaces of his body. A sharp, handsome face was covered a fresh black stubble. I looked down at the jet-black puffs hiding under his biceps, on display from the tank top he had on. He had the look of a new dad; you could tell he was clearly fuckable to make a child but had a slightly weathered face. It was like the early precursors of a DILF. My dick started inflating, but I knew what Thomas thought of my attraction to men. I think it’s one of the reasons he cuts on my meals sometimes. It’s probably just motivation for me to finish my work. Right? I find myself wanting to please this hot stranger, as I do everyone in my life, so I sit quietly, drooling at the food in his lap under the wheel. My stomach growls aggressively and his eyes peer off the road for a quick second. Luckily, his truck is large enough for me to stretch out as comfortably as a man my size can. I continue stealing glimpses at him, shame nibbling at me as I stare at his biceps.

Crew

We get to the house and I open the door for the eager man behind me. Before he devours the sweets, I hold up the delivery bag containing the burgers, announcing it to him. His eyes light up—there is some conflict behind them.
“Yes! I’m so hungry.” He said, grabbing a box.
“But Thomas-“
“I say you eat. Okay? Go ahead.” He looks a little helplessly conflicted. I sit him down and open a box. I take the greasy burger and put it to his lips. He takes a bite and takes the burger from me. I am a little infatuated as he chews. Strong, but surprisingly soft muscles hammer at the burger. He licks the grease off his lips, and swallows with a quiet sound. He continued this, finishing the burger quickly with hungry eyes. I open the second box. He looks over at it with hunger as I open it up and take it in my hand. Grayson looks away but I raise the burger to his lips.
“Come on, take a bite.” I say. He looks down, contemplating for a moment, before biting down hard. He accidentally gets my finger, and I quickly move it away. It didn’t really hurt, but I still moved away. His eyes turned panicked. He hit himself in the thigh.
“No! No! I’m so sorry. I’m so stupid.” He said as he grabbed at my hand. He quickly put it in his mouth. Now I was truly confused. Then, he sucked hard. The slight pain radiating off my fingertip evaporated. I could feel his tongue and the grease from the burger. His bushy mustache tickled my knuckle. The pain subsided, but my dick grew to new lengths as my finger soaked in the man’s mouth. He breathed through his nose for minutes. He finally popped it out.
“You know, it only hurt for like a minute.” I said. He looked away quickly and whispered a quiet “Thank you.”

The evening continued much more normally, and Grayson enjoyed the game before leaving for the night. His brother came to pick him up. I looked over as he shouted a little as Greyson folded his meaty legs into the small vehicle. I closed the door behind me and tugged at my dick. I was so hard, watching Grayson rubbing his socks together, moving his large body. Suddenly, the door opened.
“Hey, sorry I left my jacket!” He gasped softly as he saw me tugging on my dick through my jeans. He grabbed his jacket and turned to leave. Then, he turned around, conflicted—the brown orbs moved right-to-left. The weirdest thing happened then. His arm moved towards me, and he half-pet half-tugged my bulge before a honk made him jump and he rushed out, without a word.

I walked up to my house. I had an exciting day of football in my underwear and beer ahead of me after an exhausting day at work. My entire body from the hips down was aching from this new project I took on for a client. It was great money, but my feet pulsed with pain as I walked down the steps. I suddenly noticed a large figure on my doorstep. I peered down, only to notice that big bear I had had a few intimate but weird moments with. Greyson, was his name? Yes, it came back to me as beautiful brown eyes looked up at me. I gasped a little when I saw a quiet tear running down his right cheek. I wiped it away with my thumb. Silently, I let him inside. He plopped down on a stool in my kitchen as I set down my beer.
“Hey, big man. Are you okay? What happened?”
He looked down at me sadly but didn’t answer. I snuck behind him to order a burger from the steakhouse and added a box of tater tots.
“T-Thomas kicked me out. His girlfriend hit on me, and…” he looked away.
“Hey, I’m sorry. You’re okay now. You can stay here. Come on. Let’s go watch some TV.” I said. That was the right thing to do, right? He stood up, and I was suddenly reminded of his size. I barely reached the top on his large pecs. I plopped down on the couch. Instead of taking the other seat, he sat down with me. The couch fit us both fairly comfortably, but Greyson sat bunched up next to me. Awkward, muscular limbs curled around me and he pushed his large head under my chest. I put on my comfort show, the Great British Baking Show. He sighed loudly with hot breath against my pecs. I took time wafting my fingers through the thick, dark brown hair on his head. Soon, soft snores vibrated my torso. I sighed with weird fulfillment. I had a distressed and possibly endangered man significantly larger than me curled up against my body, seeking refuge in my home. I had gotten to know him much better last time. I got a notification the food arrived, so I twisted out of his reach. In the process, his shirt bunched up. Really cut abs showed. Concerningly so for a guy his size. I grabbed the food—I had upped it to three burgers and the tater tots—as he stirred.
“Why are you so lean? I don’t think a guy your height and figure should have a such cut stomach.” My younger brother was a dietitian and personal trainer, believe me, I knew a thing or two.
“Thomas doesn’t let me eat… a-a-a lot. I- it’s probably for my own good.” I frowned.
“How long has it been since you last ate?” I asked. I knew I was pushing it but I wasn’t only asking out of morbid curiosity, but concern.
“Like a day? Day and a half.” He said with concerning guilt. “It’s because I didn’t finish all my work.” He said. I held up a burger to him. I watched intently as he chewed it up, then swallowed. And again. I pulled up his shirt, looking at his stomach. The thin abs turned a little thicker. I kept feeding him. “I want your belly full, pushing out. No more starving yourself.” I fed him another burger and his stuffed stomach bloated. I put a hand on the hairy stomach, feeling it expand. He let out a loud burp, but quietly scolded himself.
“Hey. It’s okay, are you full?” I asked. He nodded and I rubbed his stomach in circles. His abs, which had turned into a belly, deflated back to toned abs. Once he finished eating, I ate the third burger. He turned to me.
“Can I repay you?” He asked with those enchanting eyes. He looked down at my dick, hard from the huge, muscular body next to me. “That’s not how you repay me. We don’t do anything you think is in exchange for me helping you” I said.
“How-how about I help you with your feet? You said they’re aching.” He stumbled down in front of me a little too fast. He reached for my boots, undoing the carefully arranged straps. He took out my left foot. His big hand covered my foot, which was embarrassingly moist from sweat. A strong smell of feet and sweat rose, and I scrunched my nose. He held it up and started mushing my foot with his hands. When he positioned his thumb right in the middle of my arch and pressed hard, I let out a loud moan. He kept digging at my foot with his hands. I could smell my own feet, meaning the smell was strong for him. My cheeks would flush, but I swear I saw him inhale deeply. I felt a little bad. There’s no way he isn’t chocking to death down there. He unlaced my second boot. When he opened it, a new wave of smell came out.
“Okay. No. Thanks for wanting to repay me, but I’m not really clean and I feel bad-“ he looked up with a flushed face.
“No-no. I like it.” He said softly.
“Like what?” I replied.
“Your smell.” He whispered.
“Yeah, I’ll use this cologne more often. And you can help me out when I’m clean-er.” He shook his head. “No. I like your smell. Your body smell. I um. Sweat.” He cleared his throat, cheeks cherry red.
“Oh. Yeah. Um, okay. Go on.” I smiled, feeling much better about myself. I felt a need to push him around a little. Tell him what to do. He needed structure.
“Well, then. Show me how much you like it. Take off my socks.” He did so, and rubbed my sweat into my feet.

Greyson

I was at the bottom of Crew’s feet, muscular, sweaty ones. This reminded me of a dream I once had, one where I came in my pants. Thomas did not like that. Greyson’s handsome face turned serious, a little evil. In that moment, he was the hottest I’d seen him. Slightly open mouth, commanding eyes. His muscular right hand took a discarded sock and flattened it out. Then he closed in on me. Placing the sock on my lips. My nose inhaled the strongest scent of sweat and feet I’d ever smelled. I felt a string of precum jut out of my dick. He pushed harder, forcing my mouth open with the sock rubbing my taste buds.
“Good boy. Good big bear. Come on over here.” He patted the sofa next to him. My muscular thighs shivering. I lifted myself up and softly sat down next to him. His hand landed on my dick through my exercise shorts. He kept the palm flat, moving in slow circles. I bucked a little.
“It’s okay. I’m gonna teach this little cock that it gets attention when it deserves it, not every time it pops up. Right?” He murmured into my face as he kissed my ear. I nodded nervously. He kept rubbing my dick through the shorts. It stung a little, but more precum spilt out. He kept this tantalizing edging for around fifteen minutes. Then suddenly, he stood up and dropped my pants.
“Okay, time for bed. Come on. Up.” He said. I froze in a little shock for a second, but rose up. I was more than a little confused, but it was easier to just follow his instructions as he set me up in his bed. My eyes drifted asleep quickly in the comfortable sheets and soft mattress.

Drew

I set down the big baby bear down to sleep in my bed and laid down on the couch. He was more kinky than I thought, I thought while smirking. My head shot up as I heard a cry from the bedroom. I stormed in to see Greyson murmuring torturedly in his sleep.
“Hey. It’s okay. It’s just a dream.” I said, but powerful hands took me and pulled me into the bed. His eyes shot up halfway. “Drew?” He said with relief.
“Yes, boy. It’s me. You’re okay.”
“Drew? Stay with me.” He murmured. I nodded. “Not like tonight. No like yes tonight but also. I want to stay with you. I-I like when you tell me what to do. I want to, you know. Be your sub? Yeah. I think that’s it.” His word diarrhea came out. I smiled a bit, but calmed myself down. I needed to be sure.
“Are you sure? I’m not always so kind to my subs. I expect a lot, and you could be out of your comfort zone.” I said.
“Yeah. I know. I want it.” He said peacefully as he snuck into my underarm. He sniffed hard, and slipped back into sleep. Well damn. So I have a 6’7” hulk wanting to be my sub. That’s gonna be interesting. If he’s gonna be my sub, I’m taking his manliness down just a tad.

Greyson.

I woke up with a little bit of a start. The memories of last night came flashing back with excitement and many nerves. I agreed to be submissive, to submit to a man. I would just do what he tells me to. I calmed as I inhaled at Drew’s scalp. I scooched up to get up, needing to pee. Drew stirred. “Whatcha doing?” A very deep voice grated behind me.
“Just heading to pee.” I said.
“Before, could you just grab me a tall glass of water? Filled to the top.” He said, and I quickly turned to do so. I filled it with cool water from the fridge. I returned, and drew was sitting up. He took the water from me and set it down on the bedside table. Before I could turn to go pee. He pulled me in with a groan. I sat in his lap in front of him, even though I was bigger. He groaned in my ear and took the water. With one hand, he scratched softly at my chest, and with the other he took the cup to my lips. I looked up a little confused.
“Drink.” I hesitated. “Now.” He said. I quickly opened my mouth and he murmured in approval. “Good boy.” He kept tilting it down, and my bladder was getting close to exploding. At about halfway down the large glass, he tipped it back down and I sighed in relief. However, that turned to a grunt of surprise when his other hand moved down, pressing on the soft skin above my cock. The need to pee accelerated. He kept tipping the cup and I swallowed obediently, wanting to show my willingness. But the need to pee became immense.
“Please” I felt a little, with a strong urge to acknowledge the power dynamic. “Sir. Please. I’m doing whatever you tell me to. Please let me go pee.” I said. He clicked his tongue in approval, just as a small burst of pee released in my pants. He didn’t notice.
“Good. Let that be a reminder that you are serving me, at all times. Right baby bear?” He said. I nodded.
“Good. Now there’s another thing we need to address. I’m the man here. And you’re my little baby bear. Except you’re not so little” he pumped my bicep appreciatively. “So as much as I love this sexy body and facial hair, it has to go.” He said as he ran his fingers through my chest hair, then rubbed my mustache a few times. “I may just change my mind because this porn ‘stache is just so sexy, and this hair, but we gotta show you that you’re my boy.” He said in that warm voice, ensuring I understand.
“I’ll shave it. I’ll shave it all. Do I have to do feet too?” I asked. He gave me a soft stroke in my hair.
“Good question. For now, yes.” I nodded again. Pointing to the bathroom with question in my eyes, I signaled for him to allow me to use the bathroom.
“Yes. Go pee. But from now on, you ask permission to use the bathroom. Whatever it may be, showering, peeing, anything. Even remotely, you text.” I frowned but quickly fixed my face when he looked up at it.
“Okay!” I yelled out as I sprinted to the bathroom. I moaned when the pee shot out.

After breakfast, Drew pick out out some clothes for me—a light blue flannel over a white shirt—and I got to work. I worked at a lumber yard. Now before you start imagining some lumberjack fantasy, especially for a big guy like me, it’s not exactly that. Mostly machines cut through large sections of wood and we load it onto the trucks. I explained this to Drew and his eyes lit up a little.
“Hot. And where does the money go? Do you have a Roth set up?” He asked, pouring straw-berry flavored maple syrup on a few stacked pancakes. “Uh, no. Maybe? The money is sent to Thomas’ account and he takes care of me.”
“But he doesn’t.” He replied quickly, but his eyes softened. “Right? You deserve what you earn. And now that you’re living with me he’s not really giving you anything.” He said. I nodded apprehensively. Messing with Thomas’ income was bound to get me in deep trouble, and I highly doubted Drew was gonna back off this one. And he was right.
“After work, bring your laptop from your car. I’ll see if your work set up a portal you can reroute the money. You have a checking account?” He asked with kind eyes.
“Y-yeah, I think so. Probably.” I said. He nodded, handing me a thermos of coffee as I walked out the door.

It was two in the afternoon and scorching. Sweat drenched the back of my shirt and some of the front as I tied together the last of the logs before my break. I tossed off my cap and slipped into my supervisor’s little portable building. He had a fairly large office with a mediocre air conditioning unit.
“Hey boss. Do we have like a portal or somethin’ to view our salary or like change the bank account?” He raised his eyebrows a little.
“Hey Grey. Yeah, actually. Here, your username is your initials followed by the year we hired you. Your one-time passcode is this” he handed me a pink post-it “if you need to log back in, stop by and it’ll generate a new one.” I nodded gratefully.

I stumbled in with mild exhaustion into Drew’s house, punching in the code he gave me. The keypad was much smaller than my hand so it was a little challenging. I dropped down on the couch just as Drew came out of his home office, looking refreshed.
“My big bear made it back. Survived the heat stroke?” He asked.
I groaned and stretched out on the couch, white socks stained and high in the air.

Drew

I took in the view. Tall, muscular, sweaty Greyson stretched out on my couch like a beefy buffet. His shirt was dried with soaked-through sweat and his hair gleamed with it.
“Take off your shirt.” I said. He looked at me tiredly. “Now, please.” I replied more sternly. He groaned as he quickly stretched up, peeled the shirt, and laid back down.
“Good boy. Isn’t that much better?” I said, sitting down next him. I rubbed his chest with my hand, wet with sweat. Then, I grabbed his laptop off the coffee table.
“Okay, let’s see if we can find a password on here.” I opened his search history and found the portal, last opened about a year ago.
“He groaned again through the straw I gave him to slurp up blue Gatorade.
“My boss gave me a passcode. Said it’s single use?” He said, handing me the crumpled post-it in his pocket. My eyes lit up.
“What a good boy!” I said, ruffling his hair, still wet with sweat. He looked down.
“Don’t. I’m disgusting.” He said, referring to his sweaty body. My eyes turned hard.
“No. What about this sexy body is disgusting?” I said, emphasizing my point by opening my mouth wide. I ran a long line with my tongue along the sweaty middle of his torso, reaching his happy trail. I licked the back of his neck.
“You’re my sexy bear, and nothing about you is ever disgusting. Got it?”
He looked down.
“We will punish you later for that. You don’t call something of mine disgusting, especially not your beautiful, sexy body.” He looked fearful and quickly nodded, swallowing a ball of spit loudly a few seconds later. I entered the passcode and user he gave me. I looked into his financials, seeing the account registered to Thomas. I added a new account, reading the account numbers of Greyson’s personal account from his phone. I set it as the receiving account. I did worry about the amount in his account. Fifty three dollars. That’ll last a few days, maximum to eat lunch?”
“Okay. All done. I’m also gonna add you as an authorized user on my credit card, because you need to eat a hearty lunch.” His intoxicated eyes took on a darker color, with a hint of stubbornness.
“No! I can’t take money from you.” He said, shaking his head profusely. In a few seconds, I was on top of him. “I guess we’re doing punishment now?” I said.

Greyson

I shook a little. How could I live off of Drew’s money? I was already sleeping in his house and eating his food. I could do what I’ve been doing, wait until dinner and eat then. But Drew’s face grew serious.
“Go to the bedroom. Take a chair from the dining table with you, but it in front of the bed.” He said sternly. I quickly followed his orders, doing so and waiting by the chair. He entered a minute later, sitting down on the chair.
“Come on. Kneel before me, and rest your head in my lap.” He said. I sat down on my knees, resting my nose against his bulge. He leaned forward, locking my head against his lap.
“We’re going to be learning a few things today.” He said menacingly. “First of all, you do as I say.” A harsh slap landed on my ass. He pulled my jeans down. Another slap. “Always.” Slap. Slap. My ass burned.
“Got it?” I nodded against his bulge, thoroughly embarrassed.
“When I’m punishing you, you answer aloud and with ‘sir’.” He said, landing two more slaps on my burning ass.
“Yes. Yes, sir.” I said into his lap.
“Good. Next. You do not insult yourself in any way. You are a sexy, smart, and sensitive bear of a man and I will take any indications otherwise personally.”
“Okay, sir. Yes, sir.” I said. I smelled his dick, a thick smell of man, cum, and sweat. He rubbed my sweaty hair more.
“Last thing before the punishment.” My eyebrows rose against his lap—this wasn’t punishment?
“I’m gonna text you a list of kinks. You will tell me any hard limits. Things you would never do in a million years, not with me, and not with anyone.” He said.
“Yes sir.” I replied, more automatic now.
“Good. Good boy. Now this is gonna hurt. Brace against the chair, and keep your head in my lap.” Suddenly, harsh slaps whipped against my bare ass. Slap. Slap. Slap. They kept on landing, covering my whole ass. I screamed into Drew’s lap.
“Please! I’m sorry!” I begged, distorted by the bulge I was shoved up against. The slaps continued, only becoming harsher. I shifted my hips to try to get away from the painful stings, but they followed me. Tears pricked at my eyes.
Then, full out sobs. I cried against his lap, hugging his hips for help as the hits kept landing. Then, suddenly, beating hands became soft, softly rubbing my burning ass. I moaned loud. After a few minutes, he let me up. He sat on the bed, and I quickly curled into him. I felt good. I mean my ass hurt, but I felt relieved. My dick was rock hard, but I also felt calm.
“Oh, who is this?” He said as his hand found my dick. He stroked me through my pants. He kept on doing so, and soon I was about to cum. Suddenly, his hand stopped. He pulled my hands up above my head, and I heard a click. I looked up, and my hands had been handcuffed to the bed. I pulled, but they didn’t budge. I looked up at Drew, and evil but loving eyes looked down to me.
“You’re such a big guy, how am I gonna edge you without a few restrains?” He asked, hooking his thumb in my mouth. His other hand went to my cock. He rubbed it slowly. Then, his mouth moved to my feet.
“Your sweaty body makes me so hot. I could drink your sweat out of a straw.” He said, shoving my but toenail in his mouth through my soiled socks. It ticked, and I tugged on the handcuffs.
“And these, beautiful, ripe armpits. He said, giving my right armpit a long lick. “I’m so glad I didn’t make you shave these.” He inhaled at my chest. “But I love most your big body squirming under mine.” He said sadistically. His hand tortured my dick, rubbing until I was on the edge, then releasing.
“If you cum, you’re sending me a photo of yourself with your dick out at work, just resting on a log. And you better not cover it.” He said, smirking.
“Yes sir” I said, much more shakily than I was expecting. Suddenly, Drew upped the speed on my dick, jerking it fast. I was getting really, really close to cumming.
“Please let me cum!” I yelled. Just when thought I was losing control, a fingernail dug into my nipple, pinching it hard. I howled, coming back down from the edge.
“Good baby boy. Good big bear.” He said. My face turned hot from thick embarrassment.
“Say “I’m a little slave that loves cock.”” He said.
I frowned, but he pinched the head of my cock, making me scream.
“I-I’m a slave. Little slave that loves cock” I said.
“Good. Now, I would like to suck on my master’s sweaty, hairy, asshole.”
“I would like to suck on my master’s sweaty-“I screamed a moan as I came harshly. Long ropes of cum flew high, covering my stomach and chest.
“What a dirty little bear! Who knew you had those dirty thoughts inside you?” He said, mushing the cum against my body.
“But you didn’t take care of your master.” He took his dick out slowly. It was rock hard. “Lick my dick. I sat up, exhausted, but the restraints held me back. I couldn’t quite reach his dick.
“Sir, I-“
“Lick it!” I pulled hard at the restraints, muscles burning. But I couldn’t get my extended tongue to touch skin.
“Bad bear. Bad, bad bear.” He said. He took my spent dick, half hard, and gave it a tug. I jumped from pain. He stroked it, bringing his dick to it and stroking them together.
“Sir! Please. Please stop, it hurts.” I screamed. He kept stroking them, moaning as a bit of precum spilt out of my hardening, painful dick. I kept screaming and he moaned.
“Sir please! Please, please. Oh god!” I yelled.

Drew

The big, muscular, powerful bear was chained down as I went ham on his spent dick. Large muscles pulled at the restrains.
“Please, sir, it hurts.” He said, tears rolling off his eyes. I smirked.
“But you’re my slave. Say it. I’m a big, sexy slave and I do as I’m told.”
His eyes cast down and his face blushed bright red.
“Please. Yes. I’m a big sexy slae and I do whatever you tell me.” He said in his deep voice. Seeing such a masculine man begging sent me over the edge. My dick burst. A few seconds later, a weak orgasm shot out of his dick. I released his wrists and he sunk to my lap.

The Next Morning

I prepared some coffee for Greyson. His ass and dick must be aching. I heard footsteps, and then he looked to me.
“Oh, sir. Thank you for the coffee sir.” I chuckled.
“You can drop the sir. We both know who makes the decisions around here, but I also want to make sure you’re okay. I pushed hard yesterday, and I will continue to do so. I want to make sure you’re okay, that nothings hurting too bad.” I said. He replied quick.
“My ass is sore, but my dick is fine. I-I” He stumbled.
“Yes?” I said, smirking.
“I liked it.” He said, his face turning red. In boxers, and I smiled as I looked over his body appreciatively.
“Good. I’m glad. Now come grab breakfast.”

Grayson

As I arrived in the woodworking bay, the sun was absolutely scorching. I doubled up on deodorant in the locker room. It was one of those days where you could feel the sun hitting your skin, and my pale body does a weird mixture of tanning and burning, so I covered myself in sunscreen oil. It was going to be a long day.

As I reached an empty bay, I put on friction gloves that helped me move the logs and started cutting them up using the saw. When I finished up the first batch, my phone buzzed in my sticky shorts.
Drew: Photo time!
Shit. I forgot about that. He basically tortured a nude out of me. Great. I looked around nervously. My stomach dropped but I quickly unlatched my belt and opened my zipper. I laid out my soft cock against the abrasive bark, quickly snapping a picture. I think I’ve never taken a dick pic before. I sent it over to Drew, put on my headphones, and he quickly replied.
“Drew: So sexy big bear. Bring those headphones and gloves back today. I’ll find a use for them.”

The drive back to Drew’s place was tough. I am completely exhausted, caked in sweat. My underwear was soaked from sweat and my muscles ached. I punched in the pin, seeing Drew sitting on the kitchen island stools with a cold, sugary beverage.
“Thank god, I’m so exhausted.” I said as I reached for the glass, taking a sip. He raised his eyes.
“Drop down and give me twenty.” He said. I looked at him, flabbergasted. “Now.” He said. My mouth dropped open a little, but despite me towering over him, I dropped to my knees and into a plank. My sore muscles shook a little. I grunted out the push up’s, sweat dribbling down my entire body. My muscles were bulging—I think my flexed bicep was the size of Drew’s head. He looked about ready to eat me alive by the time I finished. I was breathing hard, near exhaustion.
“Did you use the bathroom today?” He asked, and it all clicked.
“Y-yeah.”
“Did you tell me?” He asked.
“N-I forgot.” I said, my head dropping low. He reached up for my jaw and raised it back up.
“Good boy. It’s okay. That was just a reminder. Now let me take care of you.” He said.
He laid me down on the couch, face up. He brought the drink, a slushied pina colada, to my lips. Then, his strong hands began working my arms. I moaned as he massaged my bicep, licking up sweat as he turned my muscles to mush. He had made me grow out my body hair after telling me to shave it all off, so sweat curled up in my furry chest. He took his time sucking it, and my nipples until they were sore, pressing into my chest to massage the muscles there.
“Flex for me.” He said. I raised my arms a little above the sofa, flexing them hard. I loved how he looked at them, with awe, hunger, and lust. He licked my armpits a lot, tracing saliva down my arm. He continued this process, turning my entire body to a relaxed muscle mush. He got to my feet, taking his time in between dirty toes. He licked them up and massaged my feet. Usually, I like to service him—massages, blowjobs, cooking—but this felt like heaven. My dick was rock hard, but he ignored it, finally finishing my full body massage. He slipped under my back, and though I was concerned I was crushing him, he massaged my back while wiggling under me. He was not a small guy, but he was smaller than me, so I completely covered his body. He put a wet, cold, good-smelling towel over my face, and I very quickly drifted to sleep. This was heaven

Drew

This was heaven. I had a pliable, muscular, sexy bear over me, slightly crushing me. It felt good, but my control over him felt better. I knew I could make him scream, sweat, exhausted, begging. But making him feel this good, not even through orgasm, had me over the moon. He eventually relaxed on top of me as I lazily licked at his earlobes. In most partners I’ve had, I wanted them to treat me—giving me massages, making me food. The domestic hierarchy was clear. With Greyson, we both knew I was in charge. I could tell him to snap out of this comfortable sleep and lick the soles of my feet. But I didn’t want him only begging. Of course, I want to punish him, make him scream from pleasure and pain, but I felt this new feeling. I wanted to make him feel good, always. That face he makes when he’s overwhelmed with pleasure gives me happiness in a jar, and I’m planning on collecting many jars. I slowly massaged his tense shoulders from under him. The towel I gave him was soaked in cold water, a drop of jasmine essential oils, and rubbed against my groin. The last one might be surprising, but he did love the smell of my dick and balls. In the morning, I’d find him inhaling at them. It was calming but also a turn on. His big fave rested under the towel, and I turned on muted TV as I gently licked residual sweat from his back, careful not to wake him. He deserved it, after such a long and exhausting day.

A few hours later, the food arrived. I figured Greyson had slept enough. I curled my arms towards his front. His dick was still hard, but I made my way to his hairy chest. I was so glad I made him grow it out, I was incredibly sexy. I found his nipples and applied gradual pressure, pinching and pulling them gently. He stirred a little. I continued doing it, and a deep, guttural groan sounded. I could have cum from that, but I wanted Greyson to understand I could pleasure him in ways an orgasm can’t. I slowly turned up the heat on his nipples until his sleepy eyes opened wider and he started raising his chest as I pulled on his nipples to relieve the pain.




Forced self jerking morning wood as punishment, toothbrush

No-no. I do! I do.” He said. I nodded, and he took my dick out of my athletic shirts. I motioned for us to move to the bedroom. He laid down, and I said on top of his chest. I laid my balls and hairy groin on his face as his muscular arms came up to jerk me off.
“Yes. Exactly like that, keep going.”

Grayson

I inhaled deeply. I was under the bossy, muscular Crew, who’s very hairy groin and balls were resting on my nose. I sniffed and inhaled. It smelled like sweat, he had probably been on a run. It was a bad smell, but intoxicating, like gasoline. I never liked the pungent smell of sweat, but underneath Crew, I kept inhaling deeply. My biceps burned as I held them up to jerk him off. My armpits started sweating. He shoved two fingers between them, and quickly raised them to his nose. Interesting. I wasn’t the only one intoxicated by the smells. I felt his dick tensing. Suddenly, he moved back, pulling his balls to my pecs. His dick erupted on my face. I closed my eyes as I felt cum pooling around them, on my cheeks, and forehead. He moaned. “Yes Grayson, such a hot big bear.” I blushed. I raised a hand to wipe the cum off my face, but he pinned it down. He rubbed the cum over my face. It itched but he kept rubbing it around my face.