Long Form Roleplayers

Tobias:
I just moved from Los Angeles to San Francisco for work. The new gig started off well. I've unpacked what I need for the time being and get my leather gear out. I had been big man at the Eagle in LA and one of my priorities in my new town is to establish myself as the alpha of a new home bar. I've done this before and it usually means taking out the reigning king.

I gear up and head to the SF Eagle, seems like it makes sense to pick up where I left off. It's a warm night, especially for the Bay Area. I'm in the jeans that show off my butt, boots, and harness that frames my bulky pecs.

I enter and look around, reading the dynamics of the room.

I see a handsome, burly bear of a man holding court at the end of the bar, drinking a beer. The energy in the room swirls and eddies around him. He's probably been big man here for quite some time. That's about to end. I look him over and my package fills my codpiece. I want a fight with this guy.

Masked Bear:
I love Fridays I get off work and have a couple of days to relax. After work I go to the gym to work out and get my muscles pumped and my juices going. A quick bite to eat and then head home to get showered and changed into my fave outfit on Fridays. Because on Friday nights the local leather bar is buzzing with action. All the hot men of San Francisco and all around come out to play at the SF Eagle. I have been going there for a couple of years and I've become well known there. Many of the hot men that hang out there know I don't enjoy BS from guys and quash down any newbie that thinks they can own the place. They soon find out quite roughly that there is one king at that place and that king is me.

I take my gear out as I stand in my bedroom completely naked. I put on my leather jock and then black leather chaps with a codpiece that fits like a second skin. I put on my black leather gloves and wrap a pair of leather bands around my biceps. I slide on some black wool socks followed by my big size 11 shiny leather boots. I put on a black leather vest and finish off with my leather cap. I look at my 5"11 220lbs furry frame in the mirror and enjoy the reflection. I feel my bulge stir in my leather jock strap underneath already. I walk out of my apartment to find my Harley bike. Hop on, turn on the engine and zoom over in less than 30 minutes.

I park my bike and enter the bar which is packed with alot of hot studs. A few waves, smiles and acknowledgement and nod back at them. I look around and see quite a few potential men I'd like to know better and quite frankly fuck all night long. I notice many eyes on me which feels great. I casually walk over to the bar and my fave hot barmen Nick is working tonight and give him a big kiss and then he hands me a big beer and quickly take a few big sips of the cold refreshing cold beer. A few hotties are already around me sizing me up and smile back at them. I also have a nagging feeling I'm being stared at but not in a friendly way. I look around the room and notice this hot furry man staring at me. I stare back at him giving him a look that means what are you looking at bitch. I feel my cock tightening under my codpiece and go back to drinking my beer and admire the young men around me that are almost fighting for my attention.

Tobias:
The bear and I lock eyes for a second from across the bar, shooting attitude for days. Then he turns dismissively away to soak in the adoration of his fans. I think, what an arrogant son of a bitch. I'm standing here, 6', 239 pounds. I know I look good in my gear.

I swagger up to the bar, flirting with the bartender as he gets my beer. Damn, that nose ring is sexy! I bring the stein under the best spotlight at the front of the bar, gradually crowding out the guys who don't realize that this will be my territory as I deserve. Now highlighted, I pretend not to notice all the eyes in the bar beginning to turn toward me. I know that fresh meat is always noticed in a bar full of regulars, but it's not often it's prime beefsteak like me.

Did that sound conceited? Too bad. I know exactly what my audience appreciates. I raise my beer for a sip, making sure my 22" bicep is flexed as I raise my arm. Even your fans begin to turn to take notice. I suppress a smile, that's what I wanted to see, the reigning king's sycophants distracted by me. I look across the crowded bar for your reaction.

Masked Bear:
Lots of action going around at the bar tonight. Alot of hot meat to choose from that is certain. I smile at all these men chatting with me and flirting with me and must say I enjoy the attention they bring towards me. I drink my beer and look at Nick and we wink at each other. I look down at the bar and notice this new guy flirting with bar man Gage. My eyes darting on this new guy. I look around and notice that quite a few guys are eyeing up this new guy.I look around me and some of the guys around me start to pay attention to someone else than me which doesn't make me happy.

I look at him almost posing in his leathers, showing off his muscles, fur and biceps to everyone. I struggle to get my men's attention back to me. I am starting to lose patience which isn't a good sign. Nick the bar man looks at me and sees my upset look and becomes concerned. I point at the guy showing off and he looks at him a bit too long for my taste and then looks back at me shrugging his shoulders as if to say he doesn't know him. I finish my beer and walk over to Gage and stand next to this guy and order another beer. I stand in front of the new meat, this way i'm blocking his view and not many can see him with me in front of him and all eyes are back on me as it should be. I grab my beer and flex my 18" gun and show off my big furry chest as i take a swig of my beer.

Tobias:
I grin as I see how much I've already gotten under his skin. I'm only an inch taller than him but almost twenty more pounds of muscle, I am hardly invisible. Even with his back to me, I can see him tense. With both of us mere inches apart, the chatter in the bar begins to subside as the two hunks in the bar are in the same line of sight. The barback is getting more concerned, he's seen the bear in this mode before and it usually means trouble. The bartender and I have been exchanging glances so he hasn't noticed the dynamic. I decide to poke the bear even further. Leaning across the bar, I say to the bartender, "Another beer, please. Mind if I ask your name, handsome?" He smiles as he pours another Anchor Steam from the tap, puts it in front of me. Leaning forward, he says, "I'm Gage."

I put a ten on the bar and slide it toward him. "Are you allowed to give new guys in town a kiss to welcome to the bar," I say, giving him my lopsided grin, knowing the bear can hear me. Gage grins and replies, "Well, it's not against the rules...." and leans across the bar. Timing my move until you flex your gun in an obvious move as the bear takes another swig, I put my size 15 Wesco boot on the footrail to boost up and forward to kiss him. I "accidentally" swing to my right, slamming my shoulder into the bear's back hard as your beer stein nears your mouth. My 239 pounds knocks you forward, your beer sloshing down your furry chest and belly, soaking your vest, jeans, and boots.

Masked Bear:
I stand in front of this new hot shot who thinks he can over take this place. Even though you are taller and outweigh me I still try to over shadow you when all eyes are on us. I grab the attention of a few hotties as I casually drink my beer, raising my arm up and showing off my bulging bicep. Nick keeps an eye on me and I smile back at him, giving him clear signals that everything is under control and he doesn’t need to be worried. Although knowing Nick i'm sure he is still worried.

While I'm working on some cuties, I hear behind me this hot head chatting with Gage and making some advances as if he was flirting with him. Me and Gage dated for a bit. Even though we have stopped dating I am still on edge when a guy flirts with him. I try to focus my attention on the hot boys looking at me but I can't help myself to eavesdrop on those 2 chatting. In the corner of my eye I notice them kissing each other. My fists are clenched tightly as I witness your flirtatious behaviour.

I try to calm myself down and try not let this big boy get under my skin. I take a swig of my beer and then feel this big shoulder hit my upper back hard and stumble forward a bit but also spill most of my beer on my face, furry big chest and my leather gear. I am fuming and pissed now. The crowd looks on and what was a noisy crowd as turned suddenly into a very quiet crowd as all eyes are on me. The men that know me don't dare to laugh. As i turn around I notice Nick looking nervous and bring both his hands on the top of his bald head. I keep turning until I'm facing this big asshole. "YOU FUCKER look what you did, you clumsy fool I'm going to make you pay for this and teach you a lesson you will not forget anytime soon and make sure you pay the bill to have my leathers cleaned" I notice Gage backing away from the bar looking nervous.

I'm thinking to myself I need to make a statement in this bar and show everyone who the king is and put you in your place once and for all, like I've done in the past with other men who thought they could walk in here and act like they own the place. I will make sure when you leave this place you will think other wise and walk home licking your wounds and nurse your ego. I knock off your leather cap off your head and watch it fly over the bar. I grab your beer and pour it over your head "That's much better, you look good all washed up bitch!" I laugh as i pump up my guns and furry big pecs. My fists remain clenched if you decide to fight back,

Tobias:
After I knock you forward, successfully splashing your beer down your front, I get the desired response. You turn, losing your temper and raging at me, I'm not particularly paying attention to what you actually say. Something about clumsy this, pay for that, teach me a lesson. I know you need to huff and puff in front of your crew - who are soon to become MY crew. I thought I would have to further provoke you to paint you as the villain in this piece when word spreads, but you even do my work for me. You knock my cap off and it spins in the air, Gage reflexively catching it as it falls. And then you take the beer I set down to hoist up on the bar and dump it over my head. Perfect. Now when the tale is told, you came at me after I "accidentally" bumped into you.

I barely react. I turn my head to Gage, "Nice catch, handsome. Why don't you keep that one? I have others," I ostentatiously wink at him as his apprehension grows. I run my finger to get some of the beer off my face and lick it off. Looking at you now, I say calmly, "Somehow I knew you drank cheap beer." I take the five that I was about to tip Gage with and slap it down on the bar in front of you. Without dropping my smile, I say, "Here, that should cover what that piece of shit you're wearing is worth."

Now I let my face get hard as I step forward, bumping my wet furry pecs against yours. "I take it you're the big man in the bar." I look you up and down, "From the look of you, you've held that honor for a VERY long time." I pull myself up to my full height, accentuating nearly half a foot height difference. "You're going to have to get used to a new alpha coming to town. I'm younger, hotter, and stronger. I like this bar. And it's going to be mine."

"I believe the traditional next step is for me to do this." I step back and slam my huge paws of hands hard - really hard - against your broad muscular chest, knocking you back. My jeans begin to tent as I anticipate the imminent battle between me and this hot musclebear. The men at the bar step back, giving us room to fight, seeing the two of us face off under the big poster over the back of the bar.

Masked Bear:
My fists are clenched and still fuming. I have a slight smile on my face when I watch the beer I poured on your head dripping down on your body and leather gear. I know deep down there is anger but you try to brush it off by bringing humor in when you wipe the beer off your face and lick your fingers. Telling Gage he can keep your cap and then wanting to give me 5 bucks for my gear which is worth alot more. I keep controling my anger as best I can even through your digs at me. My fists remain clenched throughout and keep an eye on you. I can feel the crowd becoming tense as they can tell something is brewing. The bar men look nervous also.

Your comic face turns dramatically into a more stern face. You approach me and slam your big furry pecs into mine, forcing a grunt out of me and back away a couple of feet. I keep glaring at you as you taunt me about being the new alpha in town and being cocky about being younger and so on. I look on as you try to intimidate me with your height and weight advantage. I remain quiet and dont get phased by your taunts and your intimidation tactics.

I just roll my eyes and wave my right hand in front of my face as if I'm saying to you to stop blowing lots of useless hot air at me. When I hear your comment about the traditional next step I know we will be going head to head and get ready for it although not sure how you will strike me first. I watch your big fists rising and bring mine for protection but not expecting the palms of your hands to slam my big meaty furry chest and if i'm honest with myself, you hit harder than I expected it. OUGHHH I back away a few steps. My big furry chest slightly aching but manages to absorb your hit well. I look at fists raised and pumped, muscles bulging and notice your bulge getting bigger and tighter behind the crotch of your jeans. I lick my lips and feel my own bear meat going rock hard. I fantasize for a couple of seconds as i think what a hot pair we would make in bed but then concentrate back on the task at hand. The crowd disperses to give us more room.

I notice you take a look at the big poster with the 2 leather bears. I look at it very quickly and then look at you as I casually march forward all pumped up. "I hope there is more power behind all those muscles for show after your first shot at me" I snarl at you and get closer to you and swing my big arms forward and slam the palms of my hands onto your big furry chest , knocking you back near the big poster. The hit and the touch of my gloved hands on your chest was like a jolt of electricity through my body right down to my groin. I feel my hard cock stir.I give you a sly smile and await to see what your reaction will be. My fists are raised and my pumped muscled bear body is ready for you.

Tobias:
The bar patrons crowd back, expecting this to escalate quickly. But they all want to see what will happen when the alphas go at it. None of them can ignore the bulges of our ample packages growing engorged in our jeans. I smile a bit at the look of mild surprise on your face at the power with which I shoved you. You pretend not to be impressed as you come back at me but the look in your eyes is more wary than it was a few seconds earlier. Your arms come up and shove me hard in return, displaying as much force as I did. I stumble back a few steps. I return your smile as I realize this may be a bigger battle than I expected. For a second, I wonder what it would be like to pull you to me by your prominent nipples and kiss each other deep.

"C'mon, Tobias" I think to myself. "You picked a fight with this guy, not asked him on a date." Besides, two men like us? If we went home together, there would still be a struggle for dominance in bed. We may as well settle it here and now. I watch you as you wait for my next move. I start walking toward you and raise my fists. Time to get serious. I aim my Wesco-booted right foot at your left leg with a snap kick, followed by a right jab at your bearded jaw. If I can pivot to my left before you counter, I'll aim a hard left uppercut to your ribs under your vest, still dripping with your beer.

Masked Bear:
I sense the crowd is now focusing their attention towards us more. I have a crooked smile on my face as I keep my eyes on you, of course I can’t miss your ample bulge in your tight jeans. Your face and big chest are still dripping with the beer I poured on you. The smirk on your face is slowly changing as you now sport a more serious and determined look on your face. My gloved fists bugging and stand on my guard. I watch you raise your fists and march towards me. I think we have reached a point that I was looking for. What better way than to fight another alpha that is clearly trying to take over my well groomed pad. I must put you in your place but I know full well this will not be easy but think about all of the benefits I will be rewarded with after I bring you down hard.

Masked Bear:
I see your boot coming towards me and manage just in time to shift my leg slightly to hit the side of my lower leg instead of a full on kick. I can still feel it but saved myself some intense pain but as i shift i’m not ready for that fist that connects with my jaw UGFFF spit flies out of my mouth. I had to slide back and bring my fists up to cover my face. My tongue rolls in my mouth to detect any sign of blood. There isn’t, I shake my head and give you a smile to rile you up a bit. You come out with another fist aimed at my right side. I shake my head “Oh no you don”t” I bring my right arm down and block your fist while I shift my left side and come out swinging with my left clenched fist and land a left uppercut under your chin bammmmmm I grin when the fist connects. I charge forward and grab your waist. Our wet torsos touch which stirs my bulge. My arms tighten around your waist and lift you up to show you my strength and continue to rush forward dragging you with me. I know I can’t hold a guy your size for very long. I rush forward and see some of the patrons sitting around tables move away. They quickly understand what I’m aiming to do. I march forward and prepare you to land your body on one of the wooden round tables.

Tobias:
My kick catches you without much effect as you shift but that was not my intent. It distracted you from the real attack and I take great pleasure in seeing your head snap to the side, spittle flying, as my fist introduces itself to your jaw. I can’t say I’m surprised that you’re tough and trained enough to quickly recover and block my follow-up punch. Deflecting my fist, your uppercut slams my head back but before I can stagger back, I feel your beer-soaked muscles slam into me and my dick jumps again at our contact. You charge me backwards and hoist my bulk enough to slam me on the table.

You throw me down, my back hitting the cheap table with my weight and your momentum. The table collapses under me, the tabletop snapping off underneath me and the pedestal stand rolling away. I hit the floor with the wooden disc underneath me, knocking much of my wind out of me. I instinctively pull back my powerful thighs then kick out hard, aiming the soles of my Wesco boots at your furry, muscled gut, intending to knock you back, spine-first against the bar ledge. I turn to my side to spin up to a three-point stance, considering a charge as I gasp in air. I glance over to see where the tabletop and stand landed, should this battle escalate to a war with weapons.

Masked Bear:
My eyes light up as I watch you crash onto the round wooden table. The table collapses into pieces and watches you drop down in rubble. You look upset as you lay on your back on the tabletop. The pedestal rolls away. A light bulb lights up as I watch it roll. Not paying full attention to you as I receive a big kick of your boot with those powerful thighs behind it OUGHHH air rushes out of me and bends forward and back away a couple of feet. I watch you prep up on your feet with one fist down on the floor among the rubble. I see you look at the pieces of the table. I see your brain working and show you a wicked smile. I rub the boot print left on my furry abs. More patrons back away a few feet almost forming a circle. Nick and Gage look at us with worry.”Put the broken table on my bill Nick” This is not the first time this happens to me and not the last i’m sure.

As you're in your stance getting ready to attack. I look around me as I think of my next move. My boner is so confined in my leather jock, I bet many can see it. I pretend to walk away and turn my back to you and give a patron that has a surprised look on his face a big grin and then spin on one boot and land a hard kick to your chin that knocks you back down on your ass on the round table top. I march over to you and grab you by your harness. I flex my bulging biceps and pull you back up to your feet and bring your face close so I can land a big wet kiss on your lips. I then rush forward and drag your body backwards until your back connects with the wall with that big poster of those 2 leather beasts staring at each other above us just like we are doing now. I release your harness and swing an elbow aimed at your face.

Tobias:
You absorb the kick and I watch you recover quickly. As you turn away from me, I charge, aiming my shoulder into your side to slam you hard against the bar. But you pivot fast and your boot smashes hard into my face. I bite my own tongue and taste my blood as I stagger back and drop. You pull me back up and unexpectedly kiss me. Two thoughts go through my mind, “I could fight this guy forever” and “DAMN! I want to make this fucker mine!” Our eyes meet and my dick jumps in lust and anticipation. Your elbow comes at me but my forearm blocks it. I push off the wall and aim a headbutt to the bridge of your nose.

Masked Bear:
I growl and lick my lips, tasting your blood from your lips. My mind is already on us rolling in bed and fucking all night but this will have to wait for later. I swing my elbow towards your face but your forearm blocks it and then you rush forward and land a headbutt to the middle of my face. UGFFF I see stars and back away. Some blood runs from my nostrils. Does that slow me down, hell no, the taste of blood drives me. I take a moment to gather my wits and shake my head side to side meaning you got to do better than that. I wipe the blood from my nose and glare at you but with lust in my eyes. I grab you by your harness and pull you forward and bring my arm around the back of your neck and bend you down making you face the floor as I bend you in 2. My arm is tight around the back of your neck. My free hand slides over your muscled butt in your tight jeans and takes a feel of your left butt cheek before I slap it hard. I grab the waistband of your jeans and walk over to a table and lift you up in the air and flip you down and make you land on your back on another round table top. Another table breaks into pieces as you drop down among the rubble. I walk in a little closer and flex my guns for the crowd as I bring my boot up in the air and aim a boot to stomp over your pecs.

Tobias:
We’ve now made each other bleed. You take back control and show your power, gripping me, slapping me, hoisting me, and slamming me down again, destroying the table as my muscled bulk impacts it. My back arches again from the pain of the crash. I see you showboat to the crowd, popping a flex, and a growl rumbles in my throat. Arrogant with your seeming advantage, you lift your heavy-booted foot to strike. My arms snap up out of the ruined remains of the table and grasp your ankle, my muscled bi’s and tri’s flexing as I stop your move. I twist your ankle hard, hoping to take you down to the floor, stinking of spilt beer, with me, if not taking out your leg.

Masked Bear:
I look at the bartenders and they both look worried and pissed about all that furniture I'm breaking. I will reassure them that I will pay for it. Beating up this stud who is trying to become the top alpha of this place and take over my position while I break furniture is really worthwhile. I watch you trying to come out of the rubble from the broken wood table and hear you moan. I bring my size 11 boot and just about land a heavy stomp on your pecs when your bulging arms come up and grab my boot and make me hop on one foot as you twist my foot. I try to kick my foot free but as you twist it harder I stumble back and land on my ass hard OUGGHHH I’m winded and my ass aches. I’m still trying to kick my foot free until I finally manage to free my foot. I then bring back my boot and strike with a stomp to your jaw, knocking you back. I get back up to my feet and shake that foot you twisted to get it to work. I bend forward and grab you by your hair and pull your head up and bring your head between my monster quads while you are on your knees in front of me and squeeze your head. “Let’s crush that idea of you attempting to take over my domain here.” I shout at you. I hear you moan and watch your strong sweaty back flexing as your harness gets tighter around your upper body.

Tobias:
The fight has been going back and forth, both of us doing and taking damage in rapid succession, but I think I’ve been mostly on the receiving end of it. I land you on your ass, your bulk hitting the floor hard. But you free your leg and I see your boot hurtling toward my head. I try to drop back but there’s little room to move on the beer-smeared floor. I don’t take the full impact but enough that it knocks me back and I see stars. Before I can recover, you’ve scooped me off the floor and locked me between your muscular quads. A headache doesn’t begin to describe what my brain feels.

It’s time to show you why I spend so many hours at the gym. I wrap my muscular arms around your thighs and squeeze. It increases your pressure on my skull but it gives me needed leverage. I use my glutes and back to raise my body. I get my right foot under me, engaging my huge quad and giving my left leg to plant itself as well. Firing both thighs and my back, my grip on you hoists your mass off your feet. I charge and swing you down with all my strength, slamming your spine on the edge of the bar.

I use the impact to pull my head free. I stagger back, my pumped muscles dripping with sweat. I pant, trying to fill my lungs as much as I can. I look at your condition, seeing if I have enough time to advance on you, raise my arms, and bring my fists down on your muscled belly.

Masked Bear:
I keep crushing your skull between my big quads. I'm sure you are starting to get a headache. I hear you grunt and grab the back of your harness like I would be holding onto a leash. I get set to land some hard chops to your broad back when all of a sudden I hear a loud grunt. You wrap your arms around my lower thighs and hoist me in the air. I’m off the ground now and I’m amazed at your strength. Holding my big 220lbs weight in the air is no easy feat. I land a couple of punches to your back “Put me down bitch” I shout at you. I hear you grunt loud again and lift me up higher and charge forward and seconds later you swing me backwards and land on the edge of the solid oak bar that doesn't budge. I cry out in pain among the sounds of glasses and bottles rattling.

I slide down the bar and land on my ass on the dirt covered floor. I rub and arch my spine to find some relief. Your head popped free from between my thighs. I hear you pant and straighten up. Both of us are covered in sweat. I lick my lips and still taste my blood from your earlier shot to my face. I look up and see your arms go up and then bring them down as you aim your fists towards my belly. I think fast while I'm still regrouping after that hard hit to my spine. I locate a bar stool closeby and slide it in front of me to be used as a shield. Your fists land on the wooden stool almost breaking the stool in 2. I use the stool to push you back and roll away on the floor a few feet away from you as I toss the bar stool a few feet away. I get back up on my booted feet and keep an eye on you as I stretch out my aching spine to get it to work.

Tobias:
Gage pulled everything back out of reach as you hit the bar, glasses shaking in front of the patrons at either end of the bar, everyone in the middle having drawn back out of range of our brawl. My double hammer comes down but the fight has slowed me down. When you pull down one of the stools under them, my fists and forearms crash onto the stool. I cry out as the impact sends pain up my arms into my shoulders. You shove me back with the stool and I scramble back to shake my numb arms back to life, as you rise to your feet. I never thought this would be an easy fight but you’re even more formidable than I’d given you credit for. We face off again, I look at your bruised, bleeding, swelling face and know that mine must look the same. My thick uncut dick engorges as I look at your magnificent body. I grin at you, I pant out, “You are one tough motherfucker! Ready for Round Two?” I raise my fists and advance.

Masked Bear:
I watch you at a distance get back up and shake your arms to get them to work again. We look at each other and admire each other's bodies. I feel my uncut meat throb under my gear. I lick my lips and take a good look at this big man. I see definite possibilities once we settle our differences. I watch you grin at me and I do the same. I shake my limbs to get them pumped and ready. “I was thinking the same thing about you man. Did you say if I was ready for Round 2. Man I was born ready to face a big piece of beef like you” I give you a wink. I bring my fists up to bring my guard up. We circle each other in an area of the bar that is mostly empty of furniture and where patrons are at a distance. I then go on the attack and make a move to your right but at the last second I change sides and slide past your left to destabilise you. I make it past you and stand behind you and slide my arms under yours until the palms of my hands rest on the back of your neck and trap you in a full nelson. Our skin slides against each other and it feels electric. Bolts of energy run through me and make my balls and dick jump. I exhale a hot breath to the back of your head. My furry pecs rub your upper back. My bulge rubs your bubble butt and whispers in your ear. “I bet you're as hot in bed as you are a hot fighter.”

Tobias:
As heated as the battle is, the quick exchange of flirtations between rounds signals to us both that there is more involved here than a simple turf war. You move with deceptive speed to slip behind me and pull me into a full nelson. The body contact thrills me, your strong hairy pecs pressed against me make my dick bulge in my jeans. I know I have to break this hold and take back control of the fight but I’m in no rush to leave the feel of you. When you whisper in my ear, picturing us in bed together, a wet spot forms where my cock leaks.

After enjoying the contact for a few seconds, the patrons are treated to a gun show as our arm muscles bulge, straining against one another. When it’s clear that you can match my power, I take a different tack. I reach behind my head and grip your hands so you can’t adjust your hold. I engage my core to pull forward, creating space between us. I twist in your grip, my sweaty body making the hold more difficult for you to maintain. When I get my hips turned, I plant my right leg behind yours. I release my grasp on your hands as I buck up and back, sweeping my leg forward to take your legs out from under you, counting on your own bulk to break the hold.

Masked Bear:
I breathe deeply and keep rubbing my body against yours. My bulge enjoys your bubble butt for sure. My arms and biceps are flexing as I try to keep you in my full nelson hold. You are proving to be a very tough opponent. I admire your tenacity. The feel of your skin on my fur feels so good but I must keep my hormones in check, I still have business to take care of with you. Namely proving I am the main man of this bar. I’m breaking a sweat as I struggle with you to keep the full nelson on you. I push you to the right and then the left to add more pressure and slow you down.

No matter how much I try, your muscles continue to bulge and slowly crack open my full nelson. You pull on my hands behind your head and slowly break my full nelson apart. I don’t notice until it’s too late that your boot rests behind my legs and as my nelson hold slips away you sweep me off my feet. I try to re-grip your body but the added sweat makes it harder. Losing my balance my big body stumbles back and drops on my ass. I gasp when I connect with the hard floor. I am both impressed and annoyed at how you broke my full nelson hold on you. My hard cock throbs in my leather jock. Patrons look at me on the floor and are amazed just like the bar men. I jump back to my booted feet and dust off my butt. I circle with you and bring my arms up to test your muscles. “Come on tough boy let’s see what you got” I snarl. My big furry pecs bounce out through my leather black vest.
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Tobias:
I can’t help but smirk as I see your embarrassment of having been landed on your butt once again. But I expended a lot of energy with that counter and I’m dripping sweat and panting. You get back up, with nothing but your pride severely injured. You challenge me to a test of strength and I flex my harnessed pecs back at you. I raise my arms and we both advance. We grip each other and instantly try to muscle the other around. Our thighs are fully engaged as our dance takes us slowly circling one another. The force presses our muscular bodies together, chest to chest, both of us grunting with the exertion. Faces merely inches apart, the strain is visible in both our expressions. You look extraordinarily handsome this close up, even with your face contorted with our struggle. I growl softly so only you can hear me, “I’m taking this bar away from you, then I’m taking your ass.”

Masked Bear:
Our fingers are entwined together as we pull into each other to try and gain control and top the other man. As we both pull into each other's bodies I check you out from up close now. I really like what I’m seeing. I look at your big guns bulging. Your big pecs pushing your harness out. Your bigger quads trying to help you to stay up on your feet. Never came across such a built guy with bigger quads than me before. I notice your light red erect nipples. I lick my lips and wish I was close enough to taste them. The sign of fatigue must be showing on both our faces. We keep bouncing in circles and not gaining much ground on each other. Both of us grunting and breathing heavily and then hear you whisper. I jerk on your arms harder and shout back “Like hell you will on both counts bitch” Is my swift reply. This threat fires me up to find that extra boost of power to drag you in closer and bring my knee up and land multiple knee shots to your abs as I attempt to bruise your core and crush more air out of your lungs.

Tobias:
My comment fires you up and goddam! The anger on your face is so fucking hot! It was also a foolhardy move. You fire your knee into my core, the first time I’m unflexed and it knocks the wind out of me, but I flex to resist your subsequent attacks. OK, time we get rough again. I muscle up and out, throwing off the grip on my arms. I fire an uppercut into your abs to return the damage and follow up with a right hook at your head. This is the most energetic and painful courtship I have ever had!

Masked Bear: My first knee shot sinks into your unprotected abs. The second knee hit you're more prepared and decide to let go of my hands. I can see in your eyes that you are fired up. Your fist comes up towards me and lands into my gut OUGHHH air rushes out of me. Been a while since I received such a big punch from an opponent. Before I can back away enough from you, your fist comes out swinging again and connects with my cheek. UGFF My furry face is slightly distorted and I feel my head swing to one side.

Through the pain and the stars I have enough wit to back away far enough from you to catch my wind and give me a chance to feel my sore abs and face. My cheek has already started to get swollen. In pain this fires me up more and charges forward to grab you in my arms and lift you up in a big hug. The feel of your body against mine is like a live electric wire but keep going and slam your back into one big solid oak wood column. I keep crushing you between my furry bulky body and the column. Our pecs and bulges touch again and feel my cock react. I want to avoid a head but so I hide my face over your left trap muscle. Unable to resist I sink my teeth into that trap muscle and get a good taste of your skin between my teeth.

Tobias:
My strikes do some damage and I see you stumble back. But you get your wind and my follow-up is quickly countered by your bear hug. Hoisted in your arms, I’m hit hard into the column. I grunt at the impact and then by being crushed against the column. A few stray splinters dig into my back but damn, the feel of your bulky body against me both painful and arousing. I aim for a headbutt but you’ve protected yourself. When you bite into my trap, my dick jumps as I momentarily flash on what we could do to, with, and for each other sexually.

Published: 2021-11-27, viewed 82 times.