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"Yeah, I'll get the van started in a jiff." Finnick's plan was to get back in the front and drive them away, but he stopped when he saw a trio of burly men saunter up to his van. "Uh, Nick?" He pointed past the overmuscled titan. "You've been followed."

"Wait, what?" Panicked, Nick spun around, his traps fighting him in looking up at the intimidating polar bears that basically materialized behind him. "Oh, uh, hey guys! Was Mr. Big not finished with me yet? Did I, erm, forget something while I was in there?"

None of the white-furred ursines said a word, neither the tall one nor the shorter pair flanking him. Kevin, Raymond, and Koslov merely stared down at the red fox, expecting him to still get their message. They knew he would.

"Ah, I see you fellas don't talk much, huh?" Nick nervously chuckled. He was about to turn around and gesture to the fennec for an idea, only to stop when he saw the track pants they wore each tented by some of the largest natural cocks he knew existed. His eyes immediately flicked up to the three bears with a strained smile on his face. "But you do still know how to effectively communicate!"

Koslov snorted, his erection practically in the canine's face given his great height.

Nick gulped at the silent proposition, clasping his hands together as he tried to formulate a plan to get him out of the situation as quickly as he could. This deviation already cost him a lot of time and all he wanted was to move on from Tundratown. The decision ended up being made for him as he felt two sets of paws push him along, yelping when he saw the shorter of the polar bears usher him to more open spot for the three of them.

That left the largest of all staring down at Finnick, who had to hop out of the back of the van just to see the bodyguard's face. Despite his swollen stature, he could actually look directly through the ursine's legs due to his height, but his eyes stopped short on the twitching pole bulging out the fabric of those pants. His first thought was that the bear intended on stuffing him hard - which he was totally down for - but a quick glance upward revealed how flustered the larger man was, only exacerbated when he wasn't prevented from groping the polar bear's turgid endowment. It put a predatory grin on his face. "Oh, I am _so_into this!"

The pair of shorter bears led Nick to a bit of a clearing, more than enough space for the three of them to romp around in. Neither of the other men had said a word the whole way, leaving him a bit unnerved as to what they had planned. "So, you fellas do anything interesting lately? Maybe you went out for a day of fun with your families or something, or, you know, with each other." His anxiety skyrocketed when he heard nothing in return. He tried to force a smile onto his face, but his nervousness brought it as far as a grimace as his gaze continually swapped between the two bears. "You are more than welcome to speak up whenever you want. I'm not here to judge you."

Neither Raymond nor Kevin did. They instead started the process of undressing, both removing their sweatshirts and exposing their burly upper bodies to the fox, who's flagging erection suddenly sprung back to full mast as if he didn't just drain his balls. They then did the same with their pants, chucking them off to the side somewhere and revealing that they went commando while working, a trait shared by all the polar bear henchmen. Their rock-hard pillars begged to be touched, which they insisted the vulpine do.

Nerves had Nick afraid to act on their urging given his tumultuous dealings with them in the past, but a quick yank bringing both hands onto their members immediately quelled any apprehension he felt about the situation. "Just wanting to jump into it. I can dig it!" He chuckled, his hands working over both of them at the same time. Shifting his head back, he observed how the ursines reacted to his touch, a blissful expression adorning each of their faces, though that only lasted for so long, which he wasn't prepared for.

Now thoroughly getting across their desires, Kevin and Raymond each grabbed one of the canine's bulging arms and hoisted - a feat only possible when the two of them lifted at the same time - and managed to get the fox suspended in the air, their own sumptuous bulk tensing as a result. It was easier said than done given how red in the face they both got.

Nick couldn't make heads or tails of their plan, but his natural foxy curiosity told him to let this play out. He had to admire their persistence as not even he would want to move something as heavy as himself. After a brief moment of his feet not touching the ground, he soon found himself sitting down at the bears' behest, a yelp escaping his throat as his ass felt how cold the snow was. In spite of how the chilly air around didn't seem to faze him, that didn't mean he was impervious to the rest of winter's arsenal.

But it was exactly what Raymond and Kevin wanted from the vulpine. The pair of them exchanged the briefest of looks before descending on the confused colossus, their hands instantly getting to work massaging his immensity, both of their faces lighting up as they got to really feel it for the first time. It was the start of their fat cocks dribbling with need.

Finnick, meanwhile, had an entirely different experience with his bear, on his tiptoes as the now naked ursine had bent over and started smooching him. The two of them felt the intensity of desire pound through their heads, inundated with the need to empty their sacs. His schlong stood at attention the entire time, dripping with the urge to plow the henchman like he'd had done so many times in the past. It was a craving shared by them both.

Koslov grunted into the kiss, his thick lower lip quivering as the position he was in made his pucker wink with anticipation. He pulled away from the embrace, his eyes meeting the fennec's and explaining everything. Each quick movement was caught by the shortstack, instantaneously translating his longing in conjunction with his shortness of breath.

It put a self-assured grin on Finnick's face as he read everything the ursine's face told. Knowing it was time, he swaggered over to the other man's rear in a way that only someone with several hundred pounds of beef could, coming face-to-face with a set of ass cheeks that even put his friend's to shame. He whistled in admiration, feeling how thick they were for himself and liking it. The thought of the other hunk railing him played in his mind as he thought of how best to tackle this.

"Hmm..." He scratched his chin as he regarded the polar bear's rear end. While he had no issue topping a man significantly larger than he was, his problem became how he'd do that in the first place. He figured his best bet was to try and use the other man's body to his advantage. It took him a moment, but he managed to clamber on top of the ursine's meaty calf, careful not to succumb to gravity's effects on his tremendous form. Now standing on both for stability, he found himself eye-level with the henchman's back door and licked his lips in anticipation. Oh yeah, he'd remember this for a good, long while.