The Bear - Sex Stories

The Bear

... him to read it carefully. Matthew was too excited, so ripped through the document for form’s sake, barely skimming the terms, badly wanting to agree.

Finally, he took Hodges’ pen and quickly scribbled his signature on all three copies. Cole signed them next, and Hodge witnessed all three copies, then handed one to Matthew.

With an amused smile, Cole languidly stood up, shook his hand again, and said, “Well, Matthew, I guess I shall see you at the next full moon, then, hmmm?” and left.

~~~~~

The warm evening did nothing to stop Matthew’s shivering as four acolytes, painted and stripped to loincloths, slow-marched him out to the Cross. It was a strange device, a metal X mounted on gimbals so it could be flipped over, hinged at the waist, but with locking pins to keep it in each position until moved. There were straps at the four corners of the X, as well as for the waist and chest.

It was upright when they fixed him to the giant X, fastening him securely to its outspread arms. It faced the entry to the circle.

His head was muzzy from the fruit-flavored drink they had given him in a goblet decorated with a roaring bear, and the world seemed to be spinning around him, while his prick jerked ever higher.

Then the drums began…

.

The Bear snuffled towards him, and Matthew had a hard time believing this was the same urbane,civilized Marcus Cole he had met in a café, dressed in an elaborate, beautifully crafted costume.

The Bear roared, and it sounded ...

... incredibly loud – andreal! Had Matthew been clear-headed, he would have realized that the sound was an electronically enhanced human voice making that sound, but in his present state, he was confused…and terrified!

The Cross tipped slowly backward until it clicked to a stop. Matthew’s prick was now pointing straight up as he lay on his back. The Bear slowly stalked over to him, circled, sniffed, then roared into his face. Matthew turned his head away, yelling and shaking his bonds. Had he looked closely, he would have seen Cole's face through the Bear's mouth – but he was too wrapped up in the fantasy to notice such details.

The Bear sniffed, shuffled slowly to Matthew’s feet, then raised itself and put its heavy forepaws on his thighs, sniffing at his painfully stiff cock. Blunted claws scrapped against his skin, raising goosebumps as Matthew clamped his eyes shut, praying that this trulywas just a performance, and it was Marcus Cole in a beautifully realistic furry suit. Cole's red tongue came out and lapped Matthew's prick, and he yelped at the sensation. A hot mouth then sucked him in, teeth rubbing along his length, and he screamed, his entire body going rigid.

After a time, when the mouth had worked its way up and down his length, his screams transformed into equally urgent moans. But before he could find release, the mouth roughly left his prick, and The Bear dropped down on its front paws.

The Cross slowly rotated on its gimbals so Matthew was now face down, ...