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It wasn't just the flash of a red paisley handkerchief that had caught Trevor's eye. It was who exactly had tucked that handkerchief into the left side of their waistband that was far more captivating.

From across the street, a goliath of a polar bear stood amidst the thoroughfare of fellow kinksters and fetishists. As if that alone did not make him a peculiar sight to see, then it was compounded by the famous summer heat that baked the crowd of event attendees which almost certainly would have been conducive to a man like himself. But there he was, seemingly unconcerned by this stark comparison, even when he himself was clad in hot black leather. Conservatively dressed with a cap, vest, chaps, boots, and even right down to a satchel strapped to his thigh, it seemed the only part of his outfit not fashioned from leather was the red handkerchief prominently tucked on his left side. In the end, even the bear's appearance was as much a sharp contrast on its own between the binary of black gear to white fur, punctuated only by that singular piece of red cloth.

But again, while the handkerchief had certainly grabbed his attention because of this, it was knowing just what exactly that part of the bear's clothing was advertising. In the same sense that a married person might wear a ring or a politician strategize their outfit, the handkerchief was part of a code. It was old, arguably even outdated and redundant in the present day, especially for the event going on around them, but Trevor knew what it meant and as a result, the bear had him entranced.

After all, he wouldn't have tied a near-identical red handkerchief of his own around his right bicep if wasn't in the know.

From an era when gay men could only ever indulge in their desires in secrecy, it proved beneficial to be able to advertise and identify like-minded individuals without ever saying a word. A handkerchief stuffed into the left or right back pocket indicated if you gave or received, while the color in question outlined just what exactly you were looking for. Red, in this instance, was perhaps the most well-known of the handkerchief code as it was commonplace in the fisting community. As for Trevor, he had become almost habitually triggered by the sight of red for this exact reason, zoning in on it like a moth to a flame...

So he inevitably found himself already making his way over to the bear, weaving through the crowd with as much casual indifference as he could feign until there was nothing left between them both. Even as he approached with single-minded intent, however, he caught just a snippet of the bear's conversation with a couple, hearing his deep, rich voice that practically reverberated through his core,

"Did Lincoln ever tell you about our bet, John? 'Cause he seems to think you can take me..." the polar bear lifted his arm, coiling his paw into a taunting fist, "And I'd love to prove him right even if it cost me a hundred bucks."

Though there was clearly more to tell judging by the stallion's rather wide-eyed expression and a loud snicker from the wolf, Trevor's sudden appearance had not been subtle. Whatever was about to come next among the small circle of men almost instantly came to a slow quiet as their attention turned to the newcomer in their midst.

From beneath the cap, the bear stared down at the wolf as if surveying him while making no attempt to hide the small, indiscreet shifts of his gaze as it traveled across Trevor's body. It seemed only fair to let the man take in the sight after already spying on him from afar, and so the wolf stood almost defiantly, unashamed in little but his own hood, harness, jockstrap, and boots that exposed the rest of his muscular frame and scruffed charcoal pelt. From the periphery, he could sense others from the bear's small gaggle of conversationalists doing the same, but they were of no interest to Trevor like the bear was. He had already surmised they were together judging by how the draft horse wore nothing but a padlocked chain around its neck and the wolf beside him was instead unassumingly dressed save for his matching key. The polar bear, however, appeared to be unattached, something which Trevor saw as a good chance he could have his way...

Those chances were certainly helped when the bear's gaze soon drifted across his arm and to their shared handkerchief wrapped around it. No sooner had the recognition lit up the bear's eyes did he finally speak, casually directing his attention to the couple he had just been chatting to,

"I think we'll have to catch up later, guys, it looks like I'm about to have my paws full."

A wry smirk tugged at his lips as he exchanged a farewell with the pair before he and Trevor were ultimately left alone, or as alone as they could be with a crowd idly swelling around them. Even with the bear's fullest attention, there was still a pregnant pause before either of them spoke, almost as though they were sizing the other up before that final last-minute decision was made.

Up close, there wasn't much else new to notice that Trevor hadn't already seen originally. The bear's stature was more pronounced, he figured, as he stood a foot, perhaps even two feet taller than he'd anticipated. But his towering height was complimented by his herculean build as he took the appearance of the quintessential strongman. In spite of a prominent gut, Trevor could tell that his weight was owed to the man's strength, with limbs immeasurably thick and great muscles swelling beneath white fur. Even the man's paws which he had already interrupted a demonstration of were frighteningly huge, where a single digit seemingly had the same comparative girth as his own wrist. That, combined with the bear's handkerchief, was what truly drew Trevor in deep down.

"If you're gonna interrupt people, the least you could do is have the decency to introduce yourself."

The wolf cleared his throat and shook himself alert.

"I'm Trevor. You?"

"Hamish," he widened his smirk into a broader smile, though it lost none of the sly undercurrent that radiated through, "But most people know me as 'bearly full' online, especially for an event like this..."

While the bear gestured vaguely to the scene around them, Trevor was already connecting the dots in his head. That was a more familiar name, one that he'd seen floated around cruising sites and fetish forums. More specifically, he was better acquainted with the online videos that were linked to the "BearlyFull" moniker, some of which Trevor had often returned to when he needed to unload. Videos of those same white, gargantuan paws turning men's tight asses into ruined, gaping wrecks over the span of several hours...

"Holy shit," the wolf scoffed as he arrived at the inevitable conclusion that he was speaking to the owner of those exact paws, "I honestly had no idea. I just saw the hanky." He pointed to Hamish's side, the bear kindly turning in kind to reveal just a glimpse of red tucked into the waistband of his chaps.

"You've seen me in action then?" Hamish said with a raised eyebrow. The wolf simply nodded in reply. "I take it then you've liked what you've seen..."

"Yeah. I mean, obviously," he gestured now to his own bicep, indicating the red cloth wrapped around it, "But I'm nowhere near your level, you might say." The bear let the silence linger as he continued to regard Trevor inquisitively, prompting the wolf to unconsciously fill in what was being left unspoken, "I switch sometimes, so I've given as much as I've taken, but even then that was only on the smaller end of things..."

"So not someone like me?" As if on cue, the polar bear repeated his earlier performance for the wolf's pleasure, only this time he took a much more direct and intimate approach. Closing what little distance there was between them, Hamish lifted his paw to the wolf's face to caress his cheek. Despite the sheer impossibility of it, he immediately could sense from the paw's unyielding size as it brushed along his leather hood and toyed with his muzzle that it was as large as his head. Hell, it could have been bigger as a closed fist, and all Trevor could think about was the fact that he knew those paws had been inconceivably forced into the guts of far smaller men.

He also couldn't shake the nagging urge to become one of those men...

"That's what you want, isn't it?" Hamish cooed, his voice taking on a dulcet yet heady tone that sunk its way into the deepest recesses of the wolf's being only to latch onto that fevered impulse. "You had no idea who I was, yet you came over anyway when you saw my handkerchief." The paw cupped the underside of his muzzle possessively, the polar bear seeming to have cast aside any semblance of flirtatious uncertainty as he took on the role of a charismatic dominant. "You just wanted my fist inside you, didn't you pup?" His face was tilted so that their eyes drew level, leaving Trevor with his first and most intimate experience of Hamish's penetrative gaze that dug just as deep as his voice, "The lil puppy wants the big bear punching his guts."

Despite the thrum around them, it felt as if the world had long since drifted away around the wolf, up until Hamish brought him back to reality. "I'm gonna need a yes or no, boy."

Trevor answered a little quickly for his own liking, but he was no longer in command it seemed as he spoke,

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes sir."

"Good pup." The bear's paw moved from his face to the shoulder, a soft yet unyielding pressure forcing him to turn around, "Bend over then."

Before Trevor could figure out what exactly was happening, he found himself stooped against one of the steel fence barricades that had been set up all across the event. In front of him now was a sea of anonymous event attendees, all of whom seemed unconcerned by the sudden shift into what was quickly becoming public sex. Casting a look back behind him confirmed as much, the bear kicking Trevor's legs wider apart with a paw pushing at the small of his back which together exposed more of his rear to the open air. The bear's bag had been opened now, its contents revealed to inevitably be a nondescript water bottle filled with anything but judging by its viscosity. The wolf watched from over his shoulder as Hamish wasted no time in popping its cap and liberally dousing his paw in a continuous drool of lube. It was almost hypnotic to watch as Hamish expertly coated himself in so many dancing spirals that it dripped to the tarmac.

It was only when the bear finally stopped and propped the bottle on the ground for safekeeping did Trevor realize that he could feel his heartbeat thundering in his chest. That deep, abrupt anticipation was taking hold as it sunk into his gut as if keen to greet Hamish coming the opposite way. Instinctively, he lifted his tail and shamelessly presented his buttocks as things were finally coming to a head... or in this case, a fist.

"Deep breaths, boy," Hamish offered, bringing his lube-drenched paw up to the wolf's cheeks, "Safe word's red, for obvious reasons." He met the bear's predatory smile with a nod, turning back around with his head hung down as he braced for that cold, wet touch. There was an unconscious hiss through gritted teeth as he felt fingers pry at his hole, the size alone of just one or two already putting Trevor at his limit, but he made no complaints as he was deftly stretched. The bear's videos were a far cry from the real experience as they immediately surpassed any expectations Trevor had had in his mind. It was both intense and methodical, where the feeling was just as unrelenting as the rest of the bear's persona. It stroked and slid and sank against his hole with no consideration for any sense of resistance or inflexibility. If there was any, it was eroded away with expert precision, Hamish clearly as much the master of his craft as the BearlyFull legend entailed.

So skilled, in fact, that Trevor almost missed the moment when two fingers became three, but even the indelicate grace of the bear's paw couldn't hide the increased dulled ache that radiated through his ass. The stretch was becoming more pronounced as the wolf was pushed to and then past his limit, and all he could do was tighten his grasp on the rails before him and control his pacing breath. Despite their impossible width, he could begin to feel fingertips diving just enough into him to tap his prostate, each touch earning another leak of pre from his cock. Trevor pulled his jockstrap aside as it would only get in the way of his oncoming erection, even surmising that with Hamish's size he would undoubtedly orgasm to boot.

This, however, did not escape the polar bear's attention.

"Aw, the puppy's getting all worked up. You'd better not cum though, we're not even there yet." There was a scoff from behind him as Hamish goaded the wolf, "If you even can cum that is..."

Trevor might have dwelled on the comment a little longer were his thoughts not immediately interrupted by the bear transitioning to all four fingers. A gasp of air caught in his throat as the wolf was stretched to even greater limits, eyes clenched shut for fear that he might reveal his true state to the onlooking crowd he was sure was watching. But the murmur of voices around him and the sense of people close by were always shoved away as the invading paw worked its way into his hole. It felt like he was taking two men at once with just the bear's paw alone, and yet he couldn't help but remind himself that this wasn't even the full fist. With more to come, Trevor redoubled his efforts to calm whichever part of him still responded and steel himself as best he could. He felt so loose, his hole wrapped and suckling around the girth of the bear's knuckles, with equally fat fingers dug deep into his guts eliciting a rush of internal electricity from just the slightest movement. Hamish languished in taking his time, rotating his paw from left to right and back again as he carefully but firmly stretched the wolf to his extremes.

"You open up like a dream," the polar bear said, his voice almost as distant as the crowd around them, but Trevor heard him all the same, enough to offer a haggard groan in response. "Yeah, thought so, boy. It's a lot, huh?" There was no hiding the move between four fingers to the joining thumb, the wolf stifling a whine as the fist poised itself to enter him. "You can take it. Trust me. You can do it, pup."

The few seconds Trevor seemed to have to brace himself passed all too quickly before he felt the polar bear start to push. One paw clamped itself against the wolf's hip to guide him back, though whether the gesture was meant as a kindness or as control was lost to him. Either way, it served the same end as Trevor found himself actually doing the impossible, his hole continuing to yawn and stretch well beyond what he had believed he was capable of as Hamish fed his fist inside. Sliding from joint to joint, the widest point of the polar bear's paw was fast approaching even at its steady pace, followed by those rough knuckles grinding at his rim.

It felt like it was too much, and for a moment Trevor considered just screaming red to free himself of the unbearable ache. It was if his hole was an elastic band stretched to its breaking point, but neither it nor he seemed to ever snap. Instead, the wolf surrendered to the resolve that Hamish knew what he was doing and that he could indeed take it. While every muscle burned with frenetic tension bristling through him, Trevor rode out each agonizing second in the hopes he could reach the other side. Yet for each second that went by, the urge to cry out rose, all until he couldn't hold it back any longer with a strangled howl to the sky.

It was only then, in that same moment of euphoric ruin, that the bear's fist reached its fullest inside the wolf and what was left of his internal muscles instinctively took over. Trevor felt the abrupt shift as the mass surged inside and the full paw gulped into his ass, sparking an all-new feverish pitch to his dying yowl.

"Good boy!" Hamish proudly declared, playfully swatting the wolf's rump and gently groping his cheeks. "Good fucking puppy."

Trevor might have responded, but any semblance of words escaped him while the best he could manage ended up as jittered, half-strung grunts and growls. The overwhelming pressure was deep and crushing, so much so that his cock hung limply with thick rivulets of pre swinging from its head. There was no outright pleasure in the feeling, yet his body still rode the sensation and bucked on the bear's fist.

"Now I think you've earned this..."

Grinding his fist inside the wolf, Hamish angled and rubbed up against Trevor's prostate, milking him for even more drooling strings of precum. The feeling contradicted anything the wolf was expecting, leaving him with an absent need for release that he couldn't pin down. It was deeply frustrating, his ass enveloped at the bear's wrist with torturous, sadistic stretches from just the slightest shift of his arm. At that moment, he was more full than he'd ever been in a lifetime, and he was torn between the fear of how he'd ever push the fist back out and the apprehension that he'd never feel complete without inside...

In the end, he was betrayed by his mewling whimpers of what could only mean a climax, Hamish savoring the opportunity to torment the wolf by daring to pull his fist back to its widest point. Trevor felt his head growing light as the pressure in his cock released, right as Hamish tore his fist free from the wolf's hole to a guttural cry, all to earn the spent load of an unsatisfying ruined orgasm.

Though it was numb and aching, sore to the mildest touch of the bear's fingers stretching his gaping hole apart, Trevor could sense the deep, open crater that remained of his ass. Exhausted and slouched over the railing, he could do nothing to protest as Hamish moved once more,

"That was only a warm-up, boy." That brutal fist pushed its way with cruel conviction back into the wolf, faster this time and with even greater force, "Again, just a reminder, the safe word's red."

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