(This is a true account of my encounter early last Summer with a bear who has since enslaved me.)

Part 1. A Most Unusual Bear Lures A Cub to His Den

I was in one of my cycles of being "in heat" again - no amount of jacking, gloryhole duty, or cruising for strays could cure me - I knew what I had to have. Searching the Personals I entered "bear", "ursine", "hairy", "furry", "dom", "Master", "slave". 21 hits surfaced - I easily discarded most as just guys lookinga to do in a fag. But one caught my attention - roiled the cum in my balls - bristled my neck hair - instant vibes connected us. He claimed to be a very furry bear, late 30s, dominant, looking for a cub to satisfy his intense erotic lusts. No bullshit about back-and-forth emails, no hang-ups on age, race, body type - just be fucking hungry to enter his den and satisfy his lusts. I more than met his requirements.

I offered myself to him and he responded immediately. A terse message of "call me at this number" and "be prepared to report tonite." It was clear our sexual vibes were hotly in sync. In our brief chat, I confirmed what it was I needed from him, what I was prepared to do to get it. My only request (not a demand), was that I be allowed an opportunity to worship his entire body, at least briefly, toe to head, front and back, culminating at his bulge. He agreed and required that when I entered his den, I was his - completely at his disposal - that I would be cuffed and blindfolded and never lay eyes on him at anytime. If this was ok with me, he assured me I would have as intense and satisfying an experience as was possible for a bear and a cub to share. What else could I say but "Yes, Sir, Mr. Bear."

Goaded on by the prospect of having my intense cravings reached and satisfied, rather than having any trepidation at submitting to this stranger, I reported to his den as ordered. His door was unlocked - a note was on a table just inside: "Strip naked, bitch - back to me - forehead on the floor - wrists behind your back - ass presented for inspection". I was to call out: "Master Bear, Sir, your cub begs to serve you." and did. I heard movement, legs straddled my waist - the erotic feel of their hair distracted me momemtarily so that I was cuffed before I realized it - and blindfolded. "Fucking bitch - for the next two hours you belong to me."

I was collared and led on my knees to an area two rooms away. For whatever reason, I trusted this man, believed whatever happened would be good for both of us, crawled eagerly as he tugged the leash. Stopping abruptly, he required me to face his direction. I sensed he was very near, inches away from my face - damn, I could smell, almost feel, his man aroma, his sweat, his lust - unable to touch him due to the cuffs, I flicked out my tongue helplessly, moaned, actually drooled down my chin. He stood there impassively, moments passed, he silently taunted, teased me. This bear understood that erotic lust highs build up in the head, not the balls - that he could inflame my desperate lustcrave for him by firing up my imagination - that I would "see" his body parts and engorge my lusts richer and deeper blindfolded than in full view of them

"All right, bitch, here's what I promised you. You can worship my body now - but on my terms." He offered up to my lips, my nose, my body, his various parts: toes, feet, legs, thighs, crotch (it was covered by a loose fitting baggy pair of long shorts the legs of which which he lifted for my sniffing and taste). The back was lowered to bury his ass in my face. His belly and chest were rubbed across my face, nipples teased across my lips but withdrawn before I could grasp them with my lips. His pits - gawd how fanatastic they must be - were each brought down hard over my mouth and nose briefly, the pit hair rubbed into me. I blanked out for a few seconds, unable to process their testosterone laden maleness. This quick survey of his body confirmed that he had not lied - he was thickly hairy - 'stache, beard grissle, neck, chest, belly, arms, back, ass, legs, even feet "OK bitch, you've had your hit - from now on it's my fucking game."

Part. 2. Ruffling My Bear's Fur

About my bear. He is every inch a bear - from the 7 1/2" he packs at his haunches to the tip of his head. Even though I haven't "seen" it, I know it's 7 1/2 - an experienced cocksucker can judge length pretty aaccurately. (Remember, he always has me blindfolded - even six months later I have never laid my eyes on him directly - but my lips, my tongue, my hands, that's another matter.) We like it this way - the way it works best for us. Of course, I know where his den is but I would never violate his privacy.

I know him as Bruno - not his real name, but the intimate world we share at times is the "real" one for us, not that other one you others inhabit, so the name works. He calls me "Bitch" - with a gutteral growl when he's aroused - with some fondness otherwise. I'm damn proud to be the bitch of a fine bear like Bruno.

I judge him to be 6'2", in the 220s weight range. Stocky, husky, probably blue collar or uniform, definitely not white collar or "gentleman" type. He wears his hair cropped or butch cut, has a neat 'stache, no beard but always beard shadow and grissle. Broad, erect shoulders, massive chest, hot-as-hell belly, very furry bush almost continuous to his navel and halfway down his thighs, furry too around to his ass, burying his hole, hairy arms, hairy legs. Great belly and chest hair, have to really search out his nipples. His pits can be combed and brushed they're so thick, always damp with bear musk - and are usually licked for him. I've saved his cock for last - besides the length I've mentioned, it's fat. Think a can of Lysol Spray, but with a mushroom head rimming out 1/4 inch all around. And think piss slit like a hole you could fit in one of those new bronze coin dollars with the bitch on it. But glory of glories - the fucking cock is UNCUT - not only uncut, but overendowed with foreskin - Bruno has at least an inch of overhang even AFTER he is fully erect. He plays that 'skin for all its worth (a fucking lot!) and uses it very creatively during the long blowjob sessions he makes me submit to. There are a lot more ways to pleasure and enjoy a cock with that special extension. His balls are fat and hairy, real low hangers, and bounce around in his pants legs as he walks.

We last left Bruno taking over the session. I'm naked, cuffed, collared, blindfolded. He's naked except for his loose-fitting, wide-belted workout shorts (he doesn't work out). Bruno lays back on his bed - "Crawl over here, bitch." "Up on my body - on your hands and knees - 69 style - now rub your balls over my chest and belly - I want you ignited." Good gawd, the effect that hairy body has on me! While I'm luxuriating in that thick jungle mass, Bruno slips open his belt, slaps my ass hard to flatten me on his belly - then grabs my asscheeks and thrusts me under his raised waistline, headfirst. That's how I first come face to face (face to cock) with his bearmeat. While I'm stunned, he both raises his crotch and pushes my face down onto his package, girating it roughly to grind it in. "Eat it, pig!" "Feed on me!" My Bruno Bear pours a slug of popper on his shorts near my nose, takes a snort himself, and plays "rape the pig's suckhole". I'm in his shorts to my neck, playing "rape the bear's cock", furiously swallowing and expelling that choice sausage. With each popper snort, Bruno slaps my ass hard with the wide leather belt he had taken from his shorts, driving me down on his cock. I hardly notice or care. At each withdrawal he holds my head by the ears and grinds his wet meat and soaked furry bush in my face. All the time I'm sneaking glances at his balls as they slap my chin - meaty lowhangers as I mentioned, hairy as the rest of him.

Bruno, my LordBear, reads my vibes and knows what's on my mind. (Remember, through all this I'm totally helpless, blindfolded and cuffed.) Bruno makes his move - spreading his thighs, he grabs my asscheeks again and slams me a foot further forward into his shorts. My nose and mouth end up buried in his ball sweat, an orb on each side. Instinctively I lick at them, collect his ballhair in my mouth to chew as cud later, suck up one ball for tongue massaging, then the other one.

No bear stud is satisfied with the "lick one-lick the other one" approach - Bruno grabs his ballsac in his fist pushing both balls to the fore and jamms athe matched pair in my mouth. They crowd in - I'm like a squirrel with a mouthfull of nuts (only I'm a fag with a mouthful of bearnuts) - his hairy ballsac is like glued to my inner mouth - but his balls float around in their fluids as my cramped tongue laps at them. The sac contents swell up to crowd my mouth - how the hell will I ever get them out again? BearMaster knows what he is doing - he pushes my head away from him as far as his arms can reach, stretching his ballsac to the max - then he jams my mouth into his under bush - over and over. "Ride it, my fucking pig!" "You're going for a ballfucking hot ride!" BearMaster locks his thighs around my head in a deathgrip, grinds his crotch into my sucking mouth, and ballfucks the living hell out of his fag. As the popper fades, so does Bruno. One hand grabs his sac again, the other hand spread across my face - a quick jolt from his muscular arm plucks his balls from my mouth and out they plop. Bruno finishes by having me sniff and lick that sweet, tender area behind his balls while he recoups - his sweaty hair there is at least 2 inches long. I sneak tongue flicks at his hole, buried in its cave guarded by a mass of dark hair, but Bruno is not fooled.

We both collapse in exhaustion, his balls warm and soaked with my saliva. "That was fucking hot, fag - let's take a break." Mr. Bear flips my body over somewhat tenderly, face up, my head still in his shorts. He reaches for a beer he had been nursing, sips, and spreading open the fly of his shorts, feeds me sips. We empty the can - Bruno teases me to suck it but I can't - it's slightly fatter than his fat cock which I can just manage.

Part 3. The BearMaster Furs His Cub

Bruno, my BearMaster, rolls over atop my belly. "LittleSlut, 'Bear wants some titty." My wrists were uncuffed but refastened to the headboard - above my head and both together, so Master can rotate me at will as he picks parts of my body to play with. There's a pause, under my blindfold I tense, knowing what to expect, but not when. My nipples engorge and stand taunt and proud. "Fucking nice ones, BearSlut - I'm gonna enjoy these- they'll make a good feed." I thrill and fear in anticipation of his assault - Bruno is a serious tit torturer and I'm a fucking titpain slut. What have I gotten myself into this time answering a stranger's ad?

Bruno is straddled over my crotch, his full weight of 200+ lbs. of bearmeat holding me prisoner. He massages my belly up and down, back and forth, sandpapering my flushed skin with the thick hair of his pungent balls - marking me like the pig I am - not much cock feel from him yet as his is usually smack up against his belly in a stiffened upward and inward curve - his piss slit nuzzling his belly button. But now and then I feel that hard muscle on the underside of his cock as it flaps against me - any whore knows the feel. He has me off in another world and the fucker knows it. By feel only, I "see" his furry nakedness teasing me, attacking me, driving my fetish for bearfur to the limits of endurance.

Bruno alternates brutal with tender, the rough bruising of my tender skin crushed and scraped by that sweat-and-saliva-matted bearhair pummeled into me by his full weight - followed by the lightest brushing of my welts and skin burns by only his fur ends - what a fucking erotic thrill! I had never been carried to the fartherest edge of lust like that, experienced such intense eroticism, with such expertise.

It was more than I could endure - my emotions blanked out (oh, to have had a surge protector then!) - my eyes welled with tears of satiety, I gasped for breath, I drooled spitcum. "Please MasterBear..... I.. .....can't.........take.......any more!" And Bruno had gotten no higher yet in his game than my navel.

Bruno lay his full weight down on me, chest to chest, pleased with his work so far - another move to prove that he was the BearTop and I was his BearPig. I strained at my tied wrists fruitlessly craving to hug that BearMan who possessed me - I HAD to bury myself in that huge body of furred bearmeat somehow. My legs wrapped tightly around his back above his ass, my burning crotch buried in his furry belly.

He tenderly rubbed his beard grissle over my cheeks, 'stached my lips, and nuzzled my ear - "Please, BearMaster, have me - FUCKING HAVE ME!" was all I could whimper. "Not yet, LittleSlut, not yet - you're only halfway there." "The best is yet to cum, my whorepiece."

"I'm hungry for slutnipple." I swear my nipples were dripping titcum at the prospect of being bearhandled by that lusty brute - or was it his saliva?