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Coach Petrov

Jan 2025 Flavor of the Month: Vodka!

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Tyler was usually a pretty easy going guy when it came to most things. The hyena was a fairly good student, didn’t have to try too hard to maintain his grades to keep in sports, and he could always run with the star players back at his high school. So when he landed himself a sports scholarship in lacrosse for his first pick of a school, he jumped at the opportunity to get in. He had settled into his dorm just fine, his roommate a nerdy rabbit that seemed pretty chill. He got a good night’s sleep for his first day of practice.

The excited hyena almost skipped his way to practice at the crack of dawn. He found it hard to find someone to give him directions so early in the morning, but he didn’t mind. Tyler was ready to get to work and be amongst the best. The college freshman was just under six feet and had some bulk to him, and being bulky in a full contact sport was important. He had a nice little gut over his abs, a healthy layer of fat that softened his bulk, but that didn’t mean he was lazy or slacked on his training. Some of his buddies from back home shared one of their men’s fitness magazines that talked about bulking. He was currently starting to cut his bulk, so he would be bigger by the time the winter set in for him to bulk up again.

The sun had filled the sky with the pinks and blues of morning, and long shadows were cast by the tall brick buildings. Tyler was fairly certain he was in the right place, but he was still green, so he decided to ask one of the professors coming into the building.

“Hey? Is this the practice building for the lacrosse team?” Tyler asked one of the guys.

The group of guys paused, all of them turning to face the hyena. That’s when the little yeen noticed something. They were all wearing different versions of the same university hoodie. Some wore it regularly, others were bundled up with the hood over their ears, but one of the biggest guys, a wolf who had cut off the sides of the sweater into a large hooded tank gave Tyler a beaming smile.

“You’re in the right place, my dude!” The wolf shot him a thumbs up. “You the fresh meat?”

Tyler blinked. That thumb had to be larger than three of Tyler’s own fingers! The wolf was massive, his pecks pushing out of his hoodie, his nips pushed down and solid from the cold. Steam wafting on the cool morning air from his hairy pits. His obliques rolled like thunder into a rounded muscle gut that had cobbled abs. He had to be at least seven feet tall, his mane thick and wild, his beard thick, and tight against his face, and yet he looked young and full of life.

“Holy shit…” Tyler let the words fall from his mouth before he could stop them.

“Yeah,” the timber wolf chuckled, nodding to his other teammates that were other various obscene sizes, yet all just shy of their pack leader. “We get it. We’re big.” The wolf’s statement elected a few low chuckles and soft ‘yeah boy’s from his pack.

Tyler thought he was decently sized, but these men were beasts! They had to be juicing! There was no way anyone under the age of thirty could have a body like that without being on a serious kit. Tyler couldn’t help it, he glanced down. The weight of their size was too much to keep his chin up. He felt the need to almost fall to the floor and bow, to pay respect to such massive men. Though, averting his eyes only made things worse.

The wolf was wearing some athletic booty shorts, his thighs practically bursting out of them, the outline of his jock clearly visible though his shorts, and the definitive smell of man was stronger the more he looked down. Tyler quickly averted his gaze lower only to set eyes on the largest sneakers he had ever seen. It only made sense that this bruit would have fucking clown shoes when his dick was the size of a salami!

And it wasn’t just the wolf, it was all the men! None of them quite as big as the wolf, but all of them were beastly in size, covered in body hair, musk wafting off into the cool morning air from their pits or necks like their bodies couldn’t contain the testosterone coursing through them.

“The name’s Reese,” the wolf jabbed his thumb at his chest before jabbing it behind him. “These are your teammates.”

“H-Hi…” Tyler blinked. He was sure he was going to pass out. There was no way he could train with such blatant beasts of men. “I-I’m Tyler.”

“Hey there Ty,” Reese smiled warmly before walking over and wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “Let me show you the lockers so you can get settled in.”

Tyler knew Reese was talking to him, but he was pinned right next to the beastly wolf’s pit. It was hot and humid, thick with a manly odor like he had just gotten done with a workout, but Tyler could smell the soap and deodorant this beast was wearing. He had just showered and still smelled like this!?

“One of the assistant coaches will get your locker set up for you once you pick one,” Reese continued to be helpful, guiding the hyena into the lockers and showing him the ropes, but Tyler’s head was still reeling from the moment he laid eyes on his new squad. Tyler just nodded and gave simple responses like he was afraid a complicated answer might anger the roided out wolf. He knew about the effects of roid rage, so he wasn’t going to poke the bear here. He felt like a fucking toddler looking up at an older sibling. He couldn’t help but retreat, to shrink away from such effortlessly oppressive masculine might.

“No worries little guy,” Reese smacked his back and the yeen thought he was going to lose his breakfast with how hard it struck him. “We’ll get you into fighting shape! But get in line for coach. He likes to eye the fresh meat before we get to practice.”

“He what?” Tyler shook his head, but he realized that all the other freshman were getting the same speech from their respective bulging teammates. It was like they were fathers sending their kids off to school. Tyler nodded as it sunk in and the smallest little guys came up to the wall and stood there while the other guys shot the shit and sat on the benches.

Then, it all changed when coach entered.

The door to the office slammed open, and what emerged could only be described as a freak of nature. Petrov was a polar bear, and he was the polar bear that put all over bears to shame. He was nearly eight feet tall, his ears brushing the ceiling on the upswing of his steps, his monstrous feet shaking through the solid concrete flooring. His fur was white as snow and his nose was black as coal, his eyes like glaciers. He wore a track suit in the college’s signature red and white, his broad shoulders eclipsed everything else, and yet he refused to lean in or change his gate, no matter how hard he slammed into a wall or dented a locker. A gray, jagged scar split his lip, his permanent sneer almost making it split.

Tyler was terrified. Those were the eyes of a killer, those were the claws of a beast, that was the body of a monster, and in motion he could hardly believe it. He kept eye contact, even as Petrov’s eyes glanced over him. It was for a fraction of a second, but the message was clear when Petrov looked away. He needn’t say anything as his eyes flashed to the next recruit.

Not a threat, disappointment…

Petrov didn’t even bother taking out a pen as he carved a mark on his clip board with his thumb claw. It was like punching a train ticket in his monstrous mitt.

Tyler now knew why Reese had called them fresh meat. That beast looked them over and assessed them like they were flesh on a hook, noticing every flaw and scowling if he found anything lacking.

“You are not men!” Petrov finally spat out, his deep, guttural voice rang true in his Russian accent. “You are boys.”

Tyler had never felt more accurately assessed in his life. Next to these paragon of men, he looked like he should be playing in the sandbox with the other preschoolers.

“Yes,” Petrov nodded, satisfied with his assessment, and yet he still held a scowl on his muzzle. “Boys. Boys unfit to hold your own dicks, let alone crosse!”

Tyler’s mind skipped a beat as those words rang through the locker room. He half expected there to be a couple of chuckles, some jokes made at their expense, but no one dared to speak while Petrov spoke. Not only did he hold his new recruits in an icy, fearsome fist, but he also held the other players’ unwavering respect.

“But follow my lead,” Petrov put his hands behind his back, his pectoral shelf pushing against the fabric of his windbreaker and causing it to strain. “And I will mold you chintzy ice cubes into sculptures of greatness.”

Petrov pivoted and nodded to the other players. It was clear, a promise that he could make Tyler and the others into these beasts of raw, primal power. He looked back with the shadow of a smile on his lips, his thick stubble making it hard to tell.

“You do as I say, at all times, and you will have body of polar bear,” Petrov started, punching his fist against his chest was like a hand smacking a meaty drum. “Heart of lion, and balls of bull!”

Tyler’s brow furrowed at that. He had been in the locker room enough times to know when something was sus. He wasn’t getting a red flag from the coach, but rather a rainbow one?

“You,” Petrov nearly growled the word, his eyes snapping to Tyler as his sneer warped the scar on his lip. “What is name?”

“I-I-I…” The fact Tyler could muster up the power to stammer out words instead of clamping up with fear was a feat in itself, but Petrov’s scowl grew darker.

“I-I-I don’t have time for your stammering like bitch in ice water!” Petrov’s voice rose. It was like thunder ripping through a storm cloud. “NAME!”

That wasn’t just a command. That was a barking order. It rang through him, his spine tingled in fear, and it took everything in him not to piss himself, but Tyler managed to force it out.

“Tyler!” The hyena yipped. “Um…Sir…”

Petrov’s eyes narrowed as he leaned in and snorted in the hyena’s face. The smell of coffee, aftershave, and a hint of vodka steamed up Tyler’s face.

“I am not an ‘um Sir’ mister Tie-me-up,” Petrov was growling the words in the hyena’s face, twisting his name into a laughable parody. “I am your Coach. So get that straight or quit. My grandma has balls bigger than yours, and I won’t be disrespected by a pup who never got his dick wet before!”

“I-I’m not a virgin…” Tyler’s pride somehow wormed its way into the conversation, only for Petrov to crush it with a single phrase.

“Is that question?” He rumbled out, faux sincerity creeping into the rhetoric.

“No sir…” Tyler’s face was burning red. He glanced around at the other players, they were all looking at him like they expected him to do something or get eaten by the bear. It was only a split second that Tyler looked away, but once his eyes were back on Petrov, he knew something was wrong. Those glacial eyes only narrowed further in disappointment. Then Tyler blinked and realized his mistake.

“I mean, NO COACH!” Tyler barked back, straightening up like some nutcracker soldier and refusing to look the bear in the eye.

The room was silent for a long time. Only the stifling miasma of man that never left a locker room hung in the air. Then, finally Petrov moved, standing back up and looking down, finding Tyler’s gaze and locking with it. The hyena dare not move.

“Good, it can be taught,” a slight smirk split Petrov’s lip. Tyler had never felt more relief than in his Coach’s smile. Petrov continued to stride down the line of fresh meat. “Let this be lesson. You mess with bull, you get the balls!”

“YES COACH!” All the players shouted out, everyone against the wall flinching.

“Now, pair up,” Petrov nodded. “Team captains, find respective pup and teach them de ropes. Drills start in five minutes.”

Tyler gasped as soon as Petrov had left the locker room. They yeen hadn’t even noticed he was holding his breath.

“You doin’ okay?” Reese asked as he came up to Tyler and put a hand on his back. “Don’t sweat it pup. Coach is an intimidating dude. Once you get on his good side, he’s a great guy though.”

“Does…does that mean I’m on his bad side?” Tyler felt dread gripping his chest.

“I think everyone is,” Reese shrugged guiding Tyler out to the field. “At first anyway. Though, you impressed him.”

“I…I did?” Tyler looked up at his wolf captain.

“Yeah, you pitched a tent instead of pissing your pants,” Reese beamed. “Sounds like you’re already on the right track.”

“I what?” Tyler looked down and immediately put his hands over his crotch. “Shit!”

“Don’t sweat it dude! Look,” Reese gestured to his crotch, his massive bulge straining as a light dark spot was forming on his shorts. “I can’t help but chub when coach gets all riled up like that. Rrr FUCK! He knows how to motivate his boys.”

Reese shook his head through that growl, his mane fluffing up as his fur stood on end. Steam rolled out of his fur as a miasma of musk that caught the sun’s rays.

“You ready for some real practice pup?” Reese stopped them and crossed his arms and glared down at the hyena.

“Y-YES Captain!” Tyler straightened up. Reese’s bulge twitched.

“Good boy, Coach will love you. But there’ll be time for that. First, we practice.”

***

The next few weeks were brutal training. Tyler was definitely getting bigger, he could feel it in how fatigued his muscles were when he woke up every morning. He had gained a few pounds of muscle and even his gut was starting to show a shallow set of abs. Though he didn’t quite understand just how this training was going to make him into one of the other beastly players.

A few of his fellow freshman quit half way through training, but Tyler refused. Every time Petrov looked at him with distain, waiting for him to quit, pushing him further, he would push back with greater resolve.

“Come on now! Knees to chest bitch! My grandma’s chickens had stronger legs! Get lead out!”

“Yes Coach!” Tyler shouted, continuing his drills, sweat dripping from his brow, his jersey soaked through from the strain.

“Not fast enough! First game is in two days! You need to be faster and throw harder if you want to be anything more than glorified fluffer for other star players!”

“Yes Coach!”

“You suck dick with that mouth!? Speak up! Get cock off brain and answer when I call.”

“YES COACH!”

Their first game was fast approaching, and he wasn’t even on par with the smallest of the seasoned players. How could they be so beastly? This couldn’t be the only training they had. They had to be juicing! There was no other explanation.

But Tyler never saw any drugs used. If anything, he caught a couple of the guys fucking in the showers, but Tyler didn’t give a shit about that. If anything, he found it hot. Though, some people were staying behind with Coach in his office. Maybe he was giving them something special?

Whatever he was giving them, it wasn’t new equipment. Their clothing looked tattered and shredded, and despite their monstrous size, it still sagged and hugged in odd places. Even their shoes looked like they were in tatters. Could they not afford new equipment? That couldn’t be right. This was the most prestigious college for lacrosse in the country! Something didn’t sit right with Tyler.

Then their away game came, and it all became very clear what was happening. It was a late game, the field illuminated by the floodlights, the players all in position and ready to tear ass and take some names, but something was odd. The usual care free expressions on the team’s faces were replaced with brooding, snarling muzzles. They looked like they were drooling.

Tyler sat on the bench, watching his team mow over the other; knocking them out of the way, tearing up the field. It was an absolute slaughter and Petrov glared at his team from the sidelines.

Then the other team scored and Petrov snorted, a duo of steamy streams fogging out of his nose.

“Is time kid’s gloves come off,” Petrov pulled a whistle up to his lips. In all the time Tyler had been practicing under Petrov, he never once blew a whistle. He didn’t even blow hard, but Tyler could hear it. It was soft, it was potent, and he could tell all the other players heard it because they paused, their ears twitching.

Suddenly, the players became even more voracious, even the ones he was sitting next to were pressed up against the chain link like rabid dogs as they barked and snarled, their claws threatening to tear the fence. The change was explosive, the players nearly erupted form their clothing, their bodies hulking out as they expanded and swelled with raw power. Their loose fitting, tattered clothes made sense now. Foot claws ripped out of shoes, jerseys rode up to expose massive muscle guts, their thick cleavage and hairy pits exposed from the neck’s blowing out and sleeves tearing off.

And all their cocks were pressing their cups against their jocks.

Tyler looked on in disbelief as the other players seemed oblivious to the change. Even the people in the bleachers continued to cheer and shout as if they weren’t seeing the whole visiting team just hulk and become monstrous were-beasts!

“You want to join the team Tie-me-up?”

Tyler looked over to Petrov, his coach smirking out at his team as they tore the other apart. Several opposing players were pulled and replaced due to broken bones, and more flags for excessive force were thrown, but ultimately it didn’t matter as the other team was practicing using their crosse as tennis rackets while the others scrambled to try and keep up with the beastly players.

“You are simply visitor in on my field,” Petrov continued pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. “You want to be on front lines? You must be willing to give up your humanity.”

Tyler was speechless, his body racked with fear, but he had never been more hard in his life.

“Looks like little Tie-me-up has spoken for you,” Petrov smirked, taking a deep breath and letting the wind take the smoke away.

“Hey! You can’t smoke here!”

“FUCK OFF!” Petrov didn’t even look over his shoulder at the person shouting at him. He didn’t need to. They scurried away like a cockroach caught in the light. “Watch, and be amazed at pure power and raw talent I have cultivated.”

Tyler looked out at the men. Reese had completely lost his jersey, his eyes like a rabid beasts, his protective padding was dangling off him by shredded straps, his chest heaved, his pits and mane rolling off steam as he snarled and pounded his way across the field. The audible difference in their footsteps was blatantly noticeable. They were more like Coaches’ footsteps!

“You ready to join real team?” Petrov’s voice was deeper than before. Tyler looked at him, the beastly polar bear’s veins were throbbing, his eyes glowing with power. “You ready to become part of pack?”

Tyler couldn’t contain the response. It had become second nature to him over the past few weeks.

“Yes coach,” Tyler said, nodding before clearing his throat. “YES COACH!”

“Good, now be good faggot and get into locker room. Half time is upon us, and I don’t think other team is fond of mercy rule.”

Tyler felt like he was having an out of body experience, floating behind his coach as he lead him back into the visitor locker room and into the opposing coach’s office.

“Does…the other coach want you in here?”

“You think I give two shits about what that fucker thinks?” Petrov said, unzipping his coat, his massive chest fully exposed. “Take clothes off. That is order.”

Tyler started removing his clothes, but he never took his eyes off of coach. The polar bear ditched his clothes until he was only in his underwear and a massive gold chain that looked far too large for even the bear that hung over his pectorals.

“You like? I make by melting down gold Olympic metals,” Petrov smirked, bouncing his pecs and making his chain rattle. “You don’t have bad body. You’ll make fine addition to pack.”

“Are…are you…”

“Speak plain, or get the fuck out of my office,” Petrov huffed. Even though they both knew it wasn’t his office, in that moment it was his, and Tyler wasn’t going to disappoint.

“Are you a werewolf?” Tyler just let it out.

“Of course,” Petrov nodded. “I am superior being. You know this, all who look upon me know this, and I wish to share with you to replace outgoing captain next year. Now, get on knees.”

Tyler didn’t even know what to say, he simply fell down, his knees hitting the ground as Petrov sat in the large chair. The opposing team’s Coach was a hippo, so it was large enough to support a fat man, but Petrov’s muscled ass permanently changed the craters in that seat. He gripped his underwear and pulled it down, kicking it over and having it smack Tyler in the face.

Instantly Tyler knew what that musk was that was rolling off all the boys. It wasn’t just their own virility. It was the mark of their alpha! He could smell it deep in his bones as he pulled those briefs off his face. He gazed up on Petrov’s glorious package. It was black as obsidian, and had to be at least a foot and a half of hard, throbbing cock, a duo of lemon sized nuts hung over the edge of the chair as Petrov leaned back.

“Now, is process. Suck my dick Tie-me-up.”

“Yes coach,” Tyler didn’t realize it, but he had already been marked. From the moment Reese wrapped his arm around him the first day, he was presented to coach as a new pack member. And now he couldn’t resist his alpha, even if he wanted to. Tyler crawled forward. He almost didn’t believe they were real until he felt their heft in his hands. Those massive balls were heavy with seed, seed he now craved. He always thought he was bi-curious, but now any thought of pussy went out the window. All he wanted was that dick.

He gazed, the thick pubic fur wafting his musk through the air and causing Tyler to moan. Just as he did, Petrov put a hand on the back of his head and guided his muzzle to his cock tip. Tyler gripped it, his hands just barely unable to grip all the way around it.

“There you go, now take essence, suck my fucking dick. Show your Coach some fucking respect and lick it like proper tail-raiser.” Petrov’s accent rumbled through Tyler’s chest. The hyena’s eyes were foggy, lost in the thick miasma of musk as he bobbed up and down, slurping on that cock head and rolling his hands up and down.

“Fuck yeah. That is right!” Petrov lifted one leg and slammed it on the desk, his massive toes flexing in pleasure as he leaned back, putting his hands behind his head as his bench warmer worked his dick.

Tyler felt the salty, bitter essence of man trickle down his throat. His entire stomach rumbled as he felt himself changing. Not in size, but definitely on a fundamental level. The image of his beastly teammates rolled across his inner eye and he redoubled his efforts. He sucked, slurped, slobbed and glorped on that massive polar bear knob. Tyler did to Petrov what his girlfriend did to him behind the bleachers back in high school; swirling his head and tongue and slipping his hands over that fuck log to make Petrov moan in approval.

“You are surprisingly not bad at this,” Petrov smirked before gripping Tyler by the hair and peeling him off his dick. “We will teach you better soon enough, but you have enough essence to be stretched now. Turn around and present yourself to your Coach.”

“Yes Coach!” Tyler spun around, his thick cheeks spread wide for the bear behind him.

“Is only appropriate answer to Coach,” Petrov stood, his feet making the floor rumble, his toe claws clicking against the tile as he squatted down, his massive cock in line with Tyler’s hole. “Now, prepare to be fucked like bitch in heat.”

“Yes COAAAOOOOOOO-FFFFFACK!” Tyler screamed out as his ass was forced open by a powerful thrust. Petrov sank into Tyler with almost no resistance, the essence inside him making him stretchy for the final change.

“That is right,” Petrov smirked and thrusted forward, his hips smacking against Tyler’s ass. “Take like a good slut!”

“YEEEEES COACH!” Tyler screamed as Petrov smacked into his hole over and over, his heavy balls coming to smack up against Tyler’s hard cock.

“OH fuck yes. Tight virgin ass is mine!” Petrov snarled, his chain swinging forward and back as he rocked his hips forward, his toe claws digging into the tile as he picked up the pace. “I can feel it. I can’t contain beast much longer.”

Tyler didn’t know what Petrov meant by that, but that dick slid over that beautiful love button in his hole over and over again, making him moan in pure pleasure as Petrov slammed away. Suddenly Tyler wasn’t on the floor anymore. He was being lifted up, and pulled off of Petrov’s dick. The polar bear turned the hyena around and slammed his back against the wall, the various trophies and pictures of the other coach clattering to the floor. Petrov snarled, his eyes glowing bright as his body started to change.

“You’ll make fine bitch!” Petrov snarled, thrusting forward, his teeth cracking and getting longer, his dick sinking deeper into virgin territory as he slammed away. Petrov showed excellent control as drool dripped from his cracking and expanding maw. His body lurched upward, his shoulders ballooning out as his massive arms thickened with power. His double peaks rose higher, thicker, if the polar bear flexed, the ball of muscle would rise above his own head. Silvery hair rolled over his forearms and burst forth from his chest, his chain riding up and looking like a regular size in his were-form. His dark nipples poked out from a forest of body hair, his back getting thicker, the tectonic plates of his back becoming less defined as hair rolled down it, the rivers of scars from other players scratching his back getting softer. His ass cheeks ballooned out, flexing into Tyler’s sweet hole as he pounded. His thighs doubled in size, becoming gargantuan redwood thick teardrop hamstrings. His calves cracked and expanded, becoming the shape of diamonds and also as dense. His feet crept further across the floor before lunging out to support the massive beast above them. Becoming almost too big. His abs didn’t move out, almost becoming a tight six pack before each brick bulged, launching forward and slamming into Tyler, and pinning him further against the wall with the largest muscle gut he had ever seen. Then, each ball surged larger ballooning out to the size of melons.

Then Tyler felt his stomach being filled with hot and angry cock.

Tyler’s belly bulged with each thrust, each slap making his gut jostle as the beastly Petrov had his way with him like he was some flesh light for him to bust his nut into. The oppressive smell of the locker room was drouned out by the fresh, powerful musk of the alpha Petrov, his man stink dripping off him and he snarled and rutted Tyler’s hole.

That dick must have doubled in size! It was huge! Three feet of bitch destroying cock was sliding into Tyler’s guts and he felt pure pleasure, his body burning up, sweat dripping down from Petrov’s pecs as his chain bounced and smacked his forehead form time to time.

“Da! Da! DA! Take it pup! Take my cubs!” Petrov’s words were mixing between English, Russian, and some sort of beastly grunts. “FUCKING TAKE IT RUNT!”

“YES COACH!” Tyler screamed, his little seven incher spewing his load as Petrov slammed home. His massive melon sized balls lurched, sloshing and glorping as they did so, thick jets of cum surging into Tyler.

Tyler was burning up, covered in the sweat of his coach as his gut distended with the hot load, gallons of cum gushing into him, but for some reason, he never felt full.

“You’ll be a fine bitch and a fine player Tie-me-up,” Petrov grunted, his thick lips coming to make out with his player. “Now, change.”

Petrov gave a soft whistle, the sound rippling through Tyler as his body started to surge. His veins pushed up against his skin, his muscle lurched, his body becoming bigger. The room was already pretty tight, Petrov having to hunch down to fuck Tyler properly, but as Tyler grew, expanding larger, rapidly becoming a beast, Petrov pushed back, crashing a wall down into the showers, pipping exposed spraying water as they made out through Tyler’s transformation.

Tyler grew, his muscles flexing, his pecs lunging forward, his bowling ball shoulders crashing outward one at a time before evening out. Thick, dark hair sprung up between his pecs and his abs grew deeper as the hairs formed between them. His ass cheeks crunched before bursting into thick globes of muscle, his hamstrings extending, his feet getting thicker and broader before he was able to latch them around Coach’s waist. Tyler’s dick throbbed, growing into a two foot monster, his bloated cum belly flexing into a large muscle gut to house all of Coach’s swimmers.

Then his eyes flashed open, his body rushing with the need to dominate, to eviscerate his enemies.

Petrov pulled out, a thick gush of polar bear cream sloshing out of Tyler’s used hole. The bear stood, his head having to bend at an angle even with the high ceilings. He had to be nearly twelve feet tall, an absolute beast of a man.

“Now, get that tight ass in the game. Show me what Mister Tie-me-up can do.”

“YES COACH!” Tyler’s voice boomed!

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