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Wrestling was a guilty pleasure, Eric had loved his entire life. His father had taken him to see matches from when he was eight until he passed away when the Dalmatian had turned twenty. It was something life had told him not to talk about. Any conversation he started, with none wrestling fans, always went the same way. The pitiful look, the soft sigh and the most annoying sentence anyone could say, issued in the most condescending tones, "you know it's fake don't you?"

Oh how he hated it when people told him that. He had to bite his tongue from giving any one of a number of bile filled retorts. If he was in a patient mood he would explain; it wasn't fake it was pre-determined there is a huge difference. However, normally he would just nod his head and tiredly reply that he knew it was fake and he didn't care. Nobody batted an eyelid at people watching hour after hour of, so-called, reality T.V or god horrible soap operas. Just because he watched big burly guys beating each other senseless in a fight with a storyline and pre-determined winner made him somehow less than them.

Not that it stopped him from watching; there was something about it. The mixture of amazing athletics, god-awful writing and laughable acting just hit a spot inside him. It spoke to the eight year old boy sitting on his father's lap shouting and cheering for one perfectly sculpted male to beat another.

Of course he'd turned out to be gay in high school; he found out when he signed up at high school to do some wrestling. Super lightweight class, he had the body of a sprinter, slim and slinky, his hips slightly feminine. His green eyes often thoughtful, he was quiet and shy around most people. It had been a rough puberty, especially when he realised why he was looking at the other boys so much.

It had happened during wrestling practice; it had been on his first day of training and the coach had asked the captain of the wrestling team to show him a few grapples. Everything would have been fine, except for the captain of the wrestling team, Troy. Troy was a pony few years older than him, seemingly sculpted from black marble. The equine's ebony fur had shone with a rainbow glaze as he approached the young dog. The horse's perfect physique had showed through the tight wrestling singlet and the young puppy had gasped as he felt two huge arms reaching around him to demonstrate a hold.

Then the entire team had started to laugh; just as the horse's muscles showed through his tight singlet, the young puppy's desperately hard cock had stood out, to his shame and their amusement. Troy had suddenly let him go and Eric's face had burned as he blushed so fiercely the pink had shown through his white fur. That had been the last time he tried out for any sport. He hid with the few friends he had; that incident had really shown him who his friends were. They were the ones who told him they didn't care if he was gay and that someday he would look back on that incident and laugh.

He was still looking forward to that day almost seven years later, it still stung him to think about. He had bumped into Troy at university almost a year ago; the pony was still fucking hot. They had enjoyed a coffee and the pony brought up the incident with a laugh. Eric had tried to laugh along, but looking into those brown eyes he had just felt his cock swelling again. He sensed that the pony had wanted to say something more, but before he had been able to coax anything out of him Troy's phone had gone off. The pony had made some excuse about an accident and pressed his number into Eric's paw asking the dog to call him and they could try again for coffee.

He still had that number, at home and in his mobile with a third copy saved on his laptop just in case. Not that he had called him. He had been too scared. What if he had been wrong? The pony was probably just being nice to the gay guy he'd embarrassed once.

Of course the truth was he was just scared and he knew it; he had always been a timid guy. The one time he had tried to be a normal boy ended with the entire school laughing at him. His sexual encounters so far were limited to three drunken one night stands. The most fun had been the last guy, a slightly mature bull with a bit of a beer belly.

He'd approached Eric while the puppy was doing his usual wallflower routine. A confident smile, buying him a drink or four. Before he knew it the big bovine was mooing in his ear as his cock was pumping him full of spunk. He'd even stayed to cuddle for a few hours before saying he had to go before his wife started to wonder where he was. That had been a bit of a letdown, the guy had seemed so confident and yet he was a closet case, Eric had contemplated asking the bull for another night. After all the sex had been good. The bull had known what he was doing and Eric had come twice.

He'd loved how the big bull had taken charge, told him how he wanted his cock sucked and then, when he was ready, just bent the puppy over and went right to fucking. It was the hottest thing he'd experienced so far, some big beast just rutting him for his own pleasure. However, he had realised after the bull had left he hadn't given him a number to call him on. He had hung out in the same bar for a few weeks, but the bull hadn't shown.

Then he'd found out something at work which made him forget all about the bull. His part time side job was working event security at the local arena. It was poorly paid, the free entry to events allegedly making up for the shit pay packet. Still beggars couldn't be choosers. It was evening and weekend work, mostly, so it fit in with his studies. It gave him just enough, on top of the money his parents sent, to go out once in a while.

Most of the events were sports related, it was a football stadium after all, but the occasional music gig and a couple of conventions had been kinda fun. The conventions had been business related and he'd enjoyed them the most. Quite people in suits talking, changing card; not getting drunk, throwing up, punching each other...well ok one fight but still better than the average football game. Plus there was free crap everywhere; he had filled his pockets with a years worth of free mints, sweets and even snuck a couple of half bottles of beer. The greatest of all finds had been the free multi tool. Eric didn't know the first thing about home repair but he was man enough that he still felt that giddy, manly, thrill from picking up a tool that was 'eight-tools-in-one'. Oh yes look at this object in all it's multi-functional glory, and gasp in awe!

However, when he had heard what the next event was his jaw dropped. The WWE was due in and not just for a house show, for a pay per view. Summerslam, no less, the second biggest event of the year and he would be working it. For the weeks leading up to it he followed the build up shows and the dirtsheets with a renewed passion. His favourite wrestler was on the card, for a 'I Quit' match.

The White Mountain had been someone both he and his father had loved, a giant polar bear wrestler. Real name Kurt Barnard, not exactly a name that had star burned right through it. His father had liked him for being an over the top wrestler of the eighties. Eric respected him for his devotion to the fans. The bear had spent decades perfecting his craft, working in Japan doing some of the most extreme matches ever, barbed wire death matches, C4 explosives matches and any other insane hard core match you could name.

It was rare that the bear would come out of a match without donning the crimson mask. His white fur was perfect for showing the blood; it gave a stark contrast. Of course these days the company had decided to aim at kids more than adults. So the bear rarely got involved in anything half as violent as he once did. Instead, he'd been reduced to a comedy gimmick in his last years as a wrestler.

Part of the puppy hated seeing his hero this way, but somehow the bear made it work. His comic timing was near perfect, years of telling a story in the squared circle had given him a flair for the dramatic. No matter how menial the part he had a way of making it memorable. The last few weeks had seen a storyline building between him and a new bear wrestler. A young upstart with a perfect physique and no respect, at least on screen. The older bear had been trying to put him in his place and it had led to the booking of an 'I quit' match.

Instead of sitting back home enjoying the action he would... be stuck outside in the car park making sure only vehicles with official badges got to head to the huge underground staff lot just under the stadium. He'd been fucking livid when he had learned where in the stadium he would be working. Of course he hadn't found that out until he'd arrived. He wanted to be backstage; he wanted to see his heroes in the fur. So close he could smell them...and hey, there would be lots of big hunky guys there, nobody could blame him for sneaking some looks.

He tried to consol himself with thoughts that he would still get to greet some of his favourite stars as they arrived. It was a thought that had kept him on his feet for the first few hours of his shift. Until he realised that, while all the buses and trailers he was letting in were almost certainly carrying every single wrestler inside, all he got to see was their drivers. So far the most exciting thing had been a half glance at the Viper sipping on a Pepsi as his trailer drove passed the poor spotted puppy.

It was as he heard the fireworks of the show kicking off that something inside him snapped. This had been a total disaster. Not only had he not seen a single star up close, he was going to miss the entire event. The canine fumed as he stood outside. He knew he was due a break and he intended to use that to at least see the 'I quit' match. He could hear the entrance music of each wrestlers as they started their matches. All he had to do was wait for the familiar sound of the White Mountain's entrance music and take his break.

It was an annoying two hours later that he finally heard the musical sting he had been waiting for. He waved to his colleague to let him know he was finally taking his break, the match would no doubt last longer than his break but he didn't care. He worked his way passed all the wrestlers' trailers and in through the backstage entrance, only to run into a dead end in the form of two security guards.

They weren't stadium staff; they had been brought by the WWE. A stupid pair of hulking gorillas, quite literally. They towered above the dog, dwarfing him and making him feel like a puppy again; as their brown eyes saw nothing but someone with no backstage pass and a silly event staff t-shirt. "Sorry dude, no pass no access."

"Come on, all I want is to see the 'I quit' match, then I'm back on the gate for the rest of the night." Eric whined softly trying his most pitiful puppy dog eyed look. The guards shook their heads unimpressed. "We're all on the same team here, right?"

Their snorts and laughs of derision demonstrated that they clearly thought that they were so far above his team that the very idea there was a connection was ludicrous. "Buddy, you ain't even close to being on our team, now I suggest you go back where you came from and pretend to be a real security guard."

His cheeks burning with embarrassment as the two males, both easly more than three times his size, laughed at him. "Who would pretend to be a security guard, I'm working on my degree so I don't end up a total deadbeat security ape like you two morons." He spat and then regretted it as the smiles faded from the primates' faces.

The larger of the two guards took a step towards the pup and Eric whimpered involuntarily. The grin returned to the brute's face as he leaned down to grunt, "get, or we will make ya wish ya had, little puppy!"

Some deep rooted survival instinct told Eric he had pushed his luck further than any sane person would. With one last sad glance at the entrance to the stadium he turned and beat a retreat. His heart sank as he realised he had given up his evening for nothing, well not nothing; minimum wage... at least he would be able to buy himself some cheap beer to watch Summerslam when he got home. He knew he would be too tired and depressed to watch it that night. He just hoped someone didn't spoil the results for him before he was in the mood. It wasn't too likely, all his wrestling friends were online so he could just leave the internet off for an evening. Well not exactly off, he planned to download some porn and enjoy a little stress relief.

It was as he was walking back to the gate that something caught his eye, an image of a white mountain on a trailer door. Something inside the dog made him stop; this was his trailer, the road home of his boyhood hero and star of more wet dreams and pawing fantasies than the dog would ever admit to. He had come all this way and not gotten to see him live. Eric took a step over to the door without even realising it.

The dog glanced around, nobody was looking, he could steal a quick peek. What would be the harm? He had wasted his entire evening, surely a little peek was the least he was owed, or so he reasoned. His heart raced as he reached out a paw to the door; it would probably be locked anyway, he thought to himself. Then he pulled the handle down and the click of the catch opening made his heart jump.

He cast his eyes around again, there were people around, but nobody was looking in his direction, he could sneak in and nobody would know. He paused just for a second and then his curiosity got the best of him. Besides, he realised that the absolute worst case scenario of him getting caught would be losing a part-time job that he only just tolerated.

Stepping inside, he immediately picked up a masculine scent; the musk of a real male filled his nostrils. His heart raced faster as he smelt it, his sheath filling out a little more in his pants. The trailer was lavishly furnished, a thick plush white carpet. A comfortable looking sofa next to a table and on the other side a spotless in-built kitchen unit with a rather large fridge, with wine cooler unit and ice dispenser.

On the table lay a towel, obviously used and discarded. Eric felt a little bit disgusted with himself as he breeched the privacy of another, but he couldn't stop himself picking the towel up and taking a deep sniff. The raw brutal musk of a powerful male hit him like a thunderbolt, his knees went week and he felt dizzy. He sat down and let the towel fall from his paws. His pants were uncomfortably tight and his mind was telling him to get out. He'd had a look, and a sniff, he should get out while he was ahead and heady with the scent of his hero. That smell would fuel his paw fantasies for weeks and months to come.

However, despite the warnings in his head a certain part of him, lower down, didn't want to leave, not yet. Instead, he found himself walking through into the bedroom of the trailer. It was just as lavish as the other room, with plush carpets, huge bed, huge wardrobe. The bed had silk sheets that were rumpled and again he could scent the musk of a real male. His cock was painfully erect and it took him a few moments, of staring and basking in the sheer thrill of sneaking into his hero's bedroom, to realise his paw was rubbing his cocktip through his pants.

Gasping in shock he forced his paw off his cock, but could already feel the moisture of his pre soaking his paw pads, his pants were almost certainly wet with his excitement. With a little electric thrill of danger running down his spine, he unfastened his pants and pulled out his cock. It wasn't anything more than average, but it was his and he liked it. Hell, the bull had seemed to really enjoy it, he'd spent ages just sucking on the canine shaft before bending the pup over and taking what he wanted for a second time.

The trailer was silent, except for the half-gasping pants of the spotty puppy as he stroked himself, the slupring sound of a wet cock being pawed. He moaned and breathed deeply, getting in more and more of that wonderful manly scent, deep musky, earth and wood all rolled together. His paw squeezing on his hard shaft as he realised he could be caught any second, jerking off in some famous person's trailer. He could be the funny news article of the week, the ones he always laughed at, wondering how those people ever did something so stupid. Now it was his turn and he knew the answer; because they were given the chance.

His balls began to tingle and his cock began to ache in that special way that he knew meant it wouldn't be long. Part of him knew he should stop, or at least grab a tissue, instead he stood there in the room proudly pawing faster and faster; his desperate pants and moans of pleasure the only sounds he could hear. His heart racing in his chest as he knew any second the door could open, any second he could be caught.

With a cry he felt his balls rising and he knew, even if the door opened, nothing could stop him now. He bit down on his lip to keep from screaming out as his cock began to jet, stream after stream of pearly white splashing onto the carpet. He rocked his hips, his paw working desperately fast as he drained himself, his balls beginning to ache in that wonderful recently emptied way.

Gasping and panting, he let go of his spent cock and just stood there, pants around his ankles, streams of his cum soaking the carpet and his cock dripping into his underwear. He just basked in the moment drinking in the presence of the place, the place his hero laid himself down and probably many others down with him. The bear had never married and was rumoured to be quite the rat hound. Rat's being the wrestling equivalent of groupies, young eligible women who went looking to score with wrestlers just because they looked hot.

His senses beginning to return, the dog flushed with embarrassment, realising where he was and what he had done. He grabbed his pants and pulled them up, wincing as he felt his own cum sticking in the fur on his legs. Looking around he spotted a shirt on the floor, the sheer size of it left no doubt in his mind that it belonged to the bear. However, it was crumpled on the floor and clearly worn. He dove to his knees and grabbed it, using it to scrub the lines of canine spunk off the floor.

Chucking the shirt into what he hoped was the dirty laundry hamper he turned to leave. Only to freeze as his heart stopped and his blood turned to ice. The door in the other room opened and he heard a deep booming, yet familiar, voice say, "well you tell Vince that's it! I ain't doing a match like that again unless he lets me do it properly. Did you hear the fucking boos? The White Mountain in an "I quit" match and not a single drop of blood spilled. I don't give a shit if it's the PG era, I ain't disappointing my fans like that again, even if it means I don't wrestle anymore. I have standards, damn it!"

Of course the bear would have to be in a bad mood; he could just imagine what the brute would do when he found a horny homosexual canine in his trailer, the dog's seed staining his expensive carpet. The dog panicked and looked around desperately, he froze for another moment poised between hiding places the wardrobe and under the bed. However the sound of approaching footsteps broke the deadlock in his mind and Eric opened the wardrobe and stepped inside with the rows of shirts and a selection of suits.

He just hoped that the bear would be needed to record some sort of post match interview, so he wouldn't change and would have to leave soon. That was his only hope of getting out without being caught. He pressed himself to the back of the wardrobe as he heard the door slam and the bear grumbling to himself. He felt the trailer rocking as the huge bulk of the bear walked through.

Thumps echoed into the dog's hiding space and he stifled a whimper as the bear entered his bedroom. Holding his breath, the dog peaked out through a tiny gap in the doors and was treated to the sight of the hulking bear pulling off his wrestling tights. The dog could practically taste the musk of the sweaty beast from where he cowered. His cock showed no signs of his fear as it began to swell again standing out proudly, despite his predicament.

Despite himself, the dog found himself leaning forward as the bear stripped. He seemed even bigger in person, all the time he had watched him on the screen he had known the bear was big, but he was matched against equally big opponents. In person the bear was a pure wall of muscle, standing easily two or more times the dog's height. His barrel stomach was heaving as he breathed heavily and muttered to himself. His nose was twitching, but Eric didn't notice as his eyes were drawn to the sheath and huge snow globes that dangled between two gargantuan thighs.

Eric covered his muzzle with his paw as he gasped, he had never seen a sheath so big outside of porn. The dog's mouth began to fill with saliva as he imagined sticking his tongue in that sheath, the strong taste of male flooding his maw, the feel of heat as meat that large filled his mouth in a way no-one had ever done.

So engrossed was the dog in the wonderful visual feast in front of him, that he wasn't paying attention to what the bear was doing. So it wasn't until the bear's paw pulled on the door handle that he realised the jig was up. He practically squealed as the door opened and he found himself staring up into the face of his hero. The bear raised an eyebrow and reached passed the dog to grab a robe and pulled it on himself, then closed the door and took a few steps back to the bed.

The Dalmatian stood as still as a statue, staring at the closed door. He was sure the bear had seen him, of all the reactions he had expected, from shouting to breaking every bone in his body, doing nothing was one that hadn't occurred to him. The dog waited in the dark trying to think of his next move, however, all he could think was how he was going to be fired and arrested, but probably in reverse order.

"You planning on staying in there all day?" The bear's voice sounded calm, and yet there was a definite growl and threatening edge to it.

Taking a deep breath the dog faced the inevitable and reached out a trembling paw and pushed the door lightly. It opened to reveal the bear sitting on the bed, he had put the robe on but left it to fall open. The dog tried not to look but couldn't help it, the huge furry tube lay flopped over the two huge snowballs. "I just... I..." Eric started to attempt to stammer an explanation but didn't get far before a deep and slightly angry sounding voice interrupted.

"Son the stadium outside is packed with sixty eight thousand five hundred and twenty two people. Now you could take every single one of them to a different hotel room, then I could visit them one at a time, and rock their worlds, and I still wouldn't have used up one tenth of one percent of all the fucks I do not give over what your excuse is," the bear snapped loudly and firmly, his tone radiating the pure confidence that comes from knowing just how much of a shit kicking you could give and take. "You ain't the first rat that snuck into my trailer, granted jerking off over my carpet is a bit of a novel twist, though this one chick did use the handle of my furbrush to get off... it was a nice brush too, had to buy a new one, I couldn't get the smell of rabbit snatch off it."

"I'm sorry... I just... I mean ... I... " stammered the dog as his entire face felt like it as on fire, the embarrassment burning fiercer than a forest fire. "I'm... not a rat."

"You broke into my trailer and jerked off by my bed, you'd better be a rat otherwise you are some weird guy who breaks into random dudes' bedrooms to jerk it... being a wrestling rat is way better than that." Kurt replied with a slight shake of his head and then a sly smile, "Seriously of those two possible guys you could be the rat is the better one, trust me it has a far happier ending for you."

"Well I suppose.... I mean I am a huge fan," the dog admitted with a shrug of his shoulders.

"No, you boy are a slinky thin fan, but you are easy enough on the eyes," the bear replied as he licked his lips, his huge tongue glistening in the light of the trailer. For the first time the dog noticed a hunger in those dark brown eyes that stared at him. "It's been a disappointing evening for me so far, but I suspect you are going to help it pick up."

"I... am?" The dog's voice held just a trace of doubt, he could already feel his body letting him know what he wanted. He was being offered the chance of a lifetime, he wasn't sure what was even making him doubt. If someone had asked him what he would do if the White Mountain had asked him to spend the night, the last thing he would have replied was hesitate. Well second last thing, after refusing.

"You're not married or in a relationship are you?" The bear asked in a casual tone as if to imply it wouldn't change the outcome, he was just fishing for information on what the possible complications might be later.

"No... not really," Eric replied and was shocked at his own reply, he wasn't in a relationship, he had sort of liked the bull, but hell he'd been married and so far in the closet he was Aslan's bitch.

"Not really? That sounds interesting, you got some arrangement, fuck buddy sort of thing?" The bear asked as he reached over to the small side table and pulled open a draw to pull out a bottle of lube with a glance at the dog. Giving a deep snarl, he lowered his voice to say, "Lose the clothes, or I will rip them off you and make you walk home naked. You wouldn't be the first rat I did that to."

The commanding tone of the bear went right through the dog's ears and straight to his cock. It throbbed inside his pants as his paws began to pull his clothes off quickly, hopping around as he pulled his pants and underwear off replying, "No arrangement, there's this horse..."

"Oh a horse, lucky you, cause after I am done with you tonight you will need someone as hung as a horse to feel a thing," the bear sniggered as he reached down to caress his sheath. Eric noticed with hungry eyes the white tube had stood up and was inflating, a thick black tip poking out.

"He... gave me his number, I haven't called him yet," the dog replied as he squirted a dollop of cold thick gel onto his palm. He couldn't help but wonder why he was bringing up Troy right there and then.

"Oh... so it's not a not really, it's a not at all. You should call him, you know in a day or two after your arse has recovered," the bear observed with a smirk as his paw continued to stroke his growing and swelling maleness, the jet black length standing out against his snow white fur. Eric whimpered a little as he watched the male stroking himself more and more, with each stroke the length seemed to grow.

"I... he gave me his number a year ago, I don't think I can," the dog replied, his cock screaming at him to stop telling the bear random stupid, really depressing, facts about his dating life and to start servicing the black wonder just dangling inches away from him.

"Uh huh, I don't really care, I just stank up a stadium so bad the crowd didn't even really boo; they just went silent. Now I'm going to make you make more noise than any man ever has and after that I'm going to get very drunk. So finish preping that, slinky, tight ass of your's cause I am going to play with it," the bear snarled deeply. As much as the dog hated how he was being treated, his cock was throbbing and aching at the thought of submitting to such a powerful, virile male.

Eric gulped as he beheld what was about to be put inside him, over a foot of thick throbbing bear meat. Veins criss-crossing and standing out as a rivulet of glistening, clear pre trickled down to the plush, white fur of the bear's scrotum. He didn't reply; instead the dog just did as he was told, reaching behind him and moaning as his slick fingers touched his pucker. Eric had a selection of toys at home, including a horse sized and shaped dildo he called Troy. It was his favourite and he used it regularly. The bear's cock was easily a rival for the toy and yet all Eric could think was how badly he wanted to feel it inside him.

With a slurping sound fingers slid out of his now prepared hole and he looked at the bear meekly. He felt like the bitch he always knew he was, deep inside. The bear eyed him, grinning and oozing self-confidence. Kurt had bent many males to his own pleasure, he was a male who was used to taking what and who he wanted. He had the physical strength to best almost any male and enough wealth to make even several, rather delicious looking, straight males consider spending a night with him.

The polar bear licked his lips as he looked at the submissive canine, the dog's slender figure a wonderful contrast to his broad, masculine frame. The dog's feminine hips swaying a little where he stood eagerly awaiting whatever the bear's pleasure would be. Eric's pink spear shaped cock, a nice average length dripping pre onto his carpet, adding insult to the injury of the cum stains from earlier. Not that the bear gave a shit about any of that; all he cared about was sampling the delights of the beautiful canine rump swaying in front of his eyes.

"Alright, get over here and lay down, you little bitch," the bear commanded as he slid over and patted the bed next to him. The dog didn't hesitate; he jumped onto the bed, the mattress proving to be soft and the silk sheets feeling cool against his body. This close to the bear, the musk was overpowering; all worries about his job and about his love life faded away. There was nothing but him and the bear, and nothing he wanted more that to feel those powerful arms around him, that powerful body above him, dominating him, taking him. For once he would let go and let someone else have control of his fate, if only for a little while.

As the bear leaned over and sniffed his neck, Eric's heart raced as he felt the warmth of the bear's breath and bulk wash over him. "Mmm you smell good," the bear rumbled in his ear. Eric felt a warm sensation tingling on his neck as the bear's warm tongue lapped up it slowly. "You taste better, I wonder how good you feel..." rumbled the bear as he reached out and Eric gasped as paws the size of shovels stroked down the dog's naked body.

"Oh yeah, nice and trim; I always had a thing for skinny bitches," growled the bear into his ear as his paws continued their rough exploration. Eric shivered as he felt the bear's claws raking through his fur; lightly tickling his skin. He wanted to reply to but thick bear lips were pressed to his, and then his mouth was filled with hungry bear tongue. It pushed where it wanted, tasting him deeply as he desperately suckled on the thick muscle. The bear's musky and meaty flavour strangely addictive, he found himself swallowing again and again.

As they kissed, Kurt pushed the dog onto his back, his paws stroking down to the dog's legs; he pulled them apart roughly. After years of taking what he wanted, he knew that the dog wouldn't fight, Kurt could spot a submissive bitch from a mile away and this puppy was one willing sub. He had to admit it was an extra turn on to have the dog just submit, no need to fight, just take whatever he wanted for as long as he desired. He would make sure that the dog left with a smile on his face, and a limp in his stride.

Eric cried out as he felt the bear, three times his size, sliding between his legs. He knew what was going to happen and that there was nothing he could do to stop it, not that he wanted the bear to stop. This was a wet dream come true, it would have been perfect if only the bear cared more for him than just a convenient lay. However, the feeling of a male so much more powerful laying over him, huge paws holding him down... There was no denying that it was turning him on strongly. His cock was painfully erect and he could feel his balls soaking with the non stop stream of pre dribbling he was dribbling. Of course, the bear had been clear about what he wanted from the dog and with a thrust of his powerful hips he found it.

The first touch of the bear's cock against his pucker made the dog whimper with unsuppressed lust. His body was screaming at him that it wanted, and needed, the male above him. As the bear broke the kiss and looked down at him, Eric found himself peering up into two lust-filled eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a cry of surprise, pain and pleasure. The bear had chosen that moment to thrust again, his cocktip forcing its way inside the dog.

Eric squealed, his paws scrabbling uselessly against the bear's chest as those huge ursine hips continued to thrust. The dog's ring was stretched far wider than even the rubber Troy had spread it. The bear didn't stop or even slow down; he kept forcing inch after turgid inch of bear meat into him. Only when their hips pressed together did the bear finally stop. He held still, his full length inside the squirming canine. He leaned down and growl lustfully into Eric's ear, "mmm most bitches can't take all of me on the first try. Puppy must be a size queen too, such a dirty, dirty dog. Sneaking into a bear's bedroom."

The dog blushed deeply and felt a strange sensation of pride in his chest, his ass had never felt so full or stretched. The pain had faded away leaving only the wonderful sensation of warmth and connection with another being. As the bear pulled back out slowly he gasped and sighed, the retreating cock leaving him feeling empty. As he pulled back, the bear continued to talk, his deep voice and strong British accent reverberating through the dog, his words only serving to embarrass and arouse him further, "slutty little bitch, unable to stop himself from jerking his little doggy cock as he smelled the stink of a real man." Eric didn't get to feel empty for long as the bear suddenly pushed forward and the dog cried out as the white ursine's huge bearhood slammed against his prostate.

Cock aching, Eric's paws desperately reached for it, only for the bear to grab both the canine's wrists with one huge paw. Kurt pulled the spotted dog's arms up roughly, pinning them behind Eric's head. "Puppy doesn't get to play with himself until I say so; dirty naughty bitches don't cum without permission," the bear growled loudly into his ear. The bear's hips pulled back and then slammed forward hard, the huge meaty hips smacking under Eric's tail so hard the canine felt the force throughout his body. The feeling of the cock reaming his once tight hole sent pulses of pleasure throughout his body. His cock throbbing and aching with each push of the bear's massive hips, jets of pre shot out over Eric's lithe, furred stomach.

Kurt gasped at the feeling of the tight dog strapped around his cock. With each thrust, Eric squirmed a little and the wriggling sent delightful waves of pleasure surging through his cock. He wanted to take his time and enjoy his newest canine sex toy, but the sensations around his cock were eating away at his resolve. With each passing moment his thrusting grew faster and faster; his huge balls smacking off the dog's pert buttocks with a satisfying smack.

Eric moaned and squealed, pushing back wantonly into each thrust, his body alight with the pleasure coursing through every fibre of his being. He struggled pitifully against the bear's paws, his cock was burning with need, his balls aching with the weight of seed desperate to jet from his body. Kurt chuckled as he watched the dog struggling and yet pushing back willingly onto his cock, "ohh.... mmm yeah that's it bitch, you like it don't you...the feel of a real male....holding you down... taking you, breeding your slutty hole.... it's what you need isn't it?"

Whimpering the dog tried to control himself, but he couldn't stop himself; his body was alive with the pleasure of the cock reaming his ass. He kept pushing onto it again and again, crying out louder and louder. He closed his eyes as his head began to swim, the pleasure of being bred growing by the moment. The ursine's thrusts grew feral as he continued to whisper insults into Eric's ear. "Say it bitch.... say.. oh fuck yeah...say you love my cock..."

As he spoke, the bear drove his shaft hard against Eric's prostate and the canine yelped out loudly at full volume, "YES!!! oh.....oh fuck yes... I love it...fuck yes, Sir!"

"Sir? Oh, I like the sound of that... mmm... puppy knows... how to show respect to... his betters," the bear grunted between savage thrusts. He could feel his own orgasm building inside him, his balls tingling with need and he bit his lip firmly. Pain blossomed in his mind and forced away his orgasm as he continued to rut his bitch.

"Please...oh fuck, please... I need to cum!" squealed the canine as he struggled harder and harder to get his paws free. Pleas falling on deaf ears, the bear had other ideas for the puppy under him. He continued to pound the dog's sweet nut, letting the pressure build inside the dog. Kurt fought against his own need to orgasm, it had been a long time since he fucked the cum out of a bitch.

"Then cum bitch," snarled the bear into Eric's ear, leaning down over the dog, his paw not letting go of the canine's wrists. His other paw was gripped tightly on Eric's thigh, pulling him back into each thrust as the bear's legs braced on the bed. Kurt closed his eyes and let go of every ounce of self control.

The dog cried out, as his mind going white. He couldn't think, couldn't speak, couldn't perceive the world around him. His entire being and essence was distilled down into just the twelve inches of bear cock reaming him. He howled out at the top of his voice. With each savage, animalistic thrust, the pressure inside Eric's balls grew, driving him insane with the need to release. The bear rutted without pause or any sign of an end, breeding the dog without mercy or remorse. The polar bear's cock pounded

the canine with the power that only a muscled and trained bear can muster. Thrusting savagely, the clap of the bear's hips slapping against his echoed in Eric's ears. He could feel Kurt's two huge, overfilled balls rapping delightfully off his ass.

The pressure from his wrists disappeared as the bear suddenly reared up, his paws grabbing the dog's ankles. Eric squealed as he was yanked savagely into every thrust, his paws scrabbling uselessly on the sheets and bedding. He was too lost to the pure pleasure to have the presence of mind to finish himself off; the pressure had built to a boiling point.

Kurt roared out in lust, his deep voice resonating out of the trailer as it rocked from their actions. He gave up any thoughts on controlling the dog, on making him cum hands free. All he cared about was that tight ass around his cock and the burning need in his loins to reach his peak. He rutted with bestial savagery, bucking violently, paying no heed to the whimpers of the struggling canine.

Blood pounding, the bear's roars ringing in his ears, the savage fucking forcing his entire body to convulse, Eric felt himself pass the point of no return. His back arched and he howled out at the top of his voice as his cock began to jet ribbons of pearly white seed over his spotted form and the silken sheets.

As the dog howled and came, his body writhed and twitched around the invading bear cock, squeezing and massaging the invading length as never before. Roaring in triumph the bear slammed into the dog one last time as his cock throbbed, painting the spasming insides of his bitch with jets of bear jism. He continued to rut as he emptied every last drop of his aching swollen balls inside the canine.

Eventually the bear flopped down on the bed next to the dog, his cock pulling out with a slurping noise, as copious amounts of bear spunk oozed out of Eric's ass, soaking his balls and staining the bedsheets. The two lay next to each other panting and trying to regain control of their senses.

Years of hard training and wrestling gave the older bear the edge in recovering and he sat up first. He didn't say anything; just walked to a small cupboard, opened it to reveal a crystal decanter filled with amber liquid. He poured a splash into one glass and practically filled another glass. Wandering back to sit on the bed he handed the small measure to the dog.

Eric took the proffered glass, his paw trembling as he still struggled to regain his composure. He had never felt anything like that before. He had heard of coming without touching himself but no matter how hard he had tried with his toys, he had never managed it. Taking a sip, he was amazed at the smooth taste of the whiskey the bear had given him.

Kurt took a far bigger sip on his drink and then sighed, "I think I'm done, thirty-eight years of hitting guys with chairs; now I am not even allowed to don the crimson mask without someone asking me about what that says to children, or how it helps merchandising sales. They want me to take a legends contract and stop wrestling anyway, so fuck it, fuck them." The bear took a far bigger swig of his drink, "Thirty-eight years and it ends with a whimper, but it could be worse I guess. I suppose it was the romantic in me, I wanted to end on a high, but the truth is I'm fifty-nine and wrestling is a game for the young and stupid, not the old and stupid."

The dog didn't know what to say, something told him that the bear wasn't really talking to him anyway, so he kept quiet and just took another sip from his drink.

"You like the whiskey? It's Hibiki malt, a Japanese whisky. Damn fine stuff. I got addicted to it when I was just twenty wrestling in Japan." The bear sniffed at the liquid in his glass and took another large sip. "There are worse things to get addicted too, seen a lot of good guys ruin their lives with one poison or another."

The two sat in silence for a few moments sipping at the whiskey, Eric couldn't believe he was there with his hero as he decided to end his career. It was even harder to believe he was doing so right after fucking so hard his ass felt like he had just shoved a traffic cone all the way up there; he knew he would be sore for days but didn't regret it for a moment. Hell, he realised he had never returned to his position at the gate, he was definitely going to be fired, but not arrested so that was a plus. It was worth it, just one time with the hero he had worshiped for so long.

"So who is he?" The bear asked suddenly.

"Who?" Eric asked a bit confused.

"The horse who gave you his number a year ago," Kurt didn't even look as he replied. He just drained the last drops n his glass and walked over to pour himself another.

"Oh just some guy..." Eric muttered in response feeling the heat of a blush on his face.

"Bullshit, you don't keep a guy's number for a year if he's 'just some guy,' you call him," growled the bear without even turning around. "Don't kid yourself or lie to me boy, now who is he?"

"He's... we went to high school together, I always had a huge crush on him," admitted the dog, draining his own glass. The reassuring burn of spirits opened up his sinuses and muzzed up his thinking just a touch.

"Never got the balls to actually call him?" Kurt asked turning around. He noted the dog's empty glass and picked up the decanter, wandering over to pour a large measure into it.

"I... well if he says no..." the dog couldn't even finish the sentence he took a large gulp of whiskey. It burned slightly in his empty stomach.

"Huh," muttered the bear before he sat back down on the bed. Swirling amber liquid around his mouth, he savoured the taste for a moment and then swallowed. "When I was a lad back in Blackpool, that's a town in England, I spent all my days out learning at this small independent wrestling promotion. Giving shows on the pier to just a half dozen fans for beer money."

The dog didn't reply. He had read the White Mountain's autobiography and knew all about his modest beginnings. Part of him thrilled to hear him talking like this though; it was a dream come true to a fan like him.

"There was this Zebra guy Stephen, spelled with a P-H; I used to tease him that was the posh way to spell that name and that made him posh. He was pretty though, always had a thing for the monochrome fur patterns, his stripy ass was just beautiful. He used to get the sweetest dimple on his cheek when I teased him. Oh and his cock tasted like strawberries and grass. I loved him... and I loved wrestling," the bear continued and Eric's eyes grew wide, the bear's autobiography had never mentioned his romances. There had been rumours he was gay but it had never been confirmed, it wasn't until Kurt had started to stroke himself that the dog had realised it.

"I got an offer to go and wrestle in Japan for big bucks, well actually for aggressively small bucks. He told me not to go, said I should stay with him. He told me he would call off his marriage. It was the eighties and you didn't come out back then. You hid and you pretended to like girls while banging guys on the side. I knew that if I stayed with him I would have to come out and that would mean an end to my wrestling career. I wanted to make it big. I told him I had to go, I told him it was something I had to do, that I had to risk it, that I would come back someday and then I left.

It wasn't until five years later that I heard, he hung himself. He couldn't take living a lie. I had always thought I would go back to him you know, go back and take him away from his wife. I didn't realise I was losing him, didn't realise he was losing himself." Eric could see tears in the bear's eyes as he took a sip from his drink and paused in his story. Then he blinked away the tears and continued. "I have always gone after everything I wanted with both paws, teeth and claws. I don't back down because I know if you want something or someone you should do everything you can to get them. If you fail, you have no regrets because you tried. The worst feeling in the world is looking back and realising you were in love and you pissed it away thinking you had time.

Call him tonight, you hear? He might have moved on; he might have a new phone. Call him and if you want him, go for him with both paws, teeth and claws. Don't let go unless he forces you to. Don't look back and wonder "What if?" You understand?"

The dog wiped a tear away from his eye and drained his glass before he finally found his voice and he replied, "Yes, Sir."

"Good, now get your clothes and get the fuck out, I'm tired," the bear didn't even look at him, but Eric didn't dare refuse that tone of voice. He dressed as quickly as he could, hoping the bear cum wouldn't cause too large a stain in his pants. He suspected the bear wanted him gone so he could cry. He felt privileged to have learned something so personal about his hero. He knew it had been shared not because he was special but because he was there when the bear had needed to say it; he had just gotten lucky and yet that didn't make the knowledge any less special in his eyes.

As he walked back to his car he fished his mobile phone out of his pocket. He pulled up Troy's number; just as he had done hundreds of times over the last year. Taking a deep breath, he pressed dial and put the phone up to his ear. He could hear it ringing. As it rang, he thought of everything that could go wrong: Troy could be in a relationship; he could have passed the phone on ages ago; he could have taken insult to never being called and refuse to even speak to the dog.

Eric started to breath desperately fast as his pulse raced and then his breath caught in his throat as the call was answered and a familiar voice said, "Hello, Troy here."

"Hey, um Troy... it's Eric, you know from school?" He winced at the stupidity of his own question.

"Wow, hey Eric, it's been like...forever! I didn't think you'd ever call!" Maybe it was wishful thinking but Eric was sure the horse sounded pleased to hear from him.

"Yeah I know. I wanted to call but... it's a long story; maybe we could meet up, have that cup of coffee we never got to finish and I could tell you."

"Sounds great, you busy Friday evening?"

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