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B.B.B — The rapping on the door grew louder and more agitated. At first, Bert ignored it, but it was hard to do so when it was constant. He looked at the clock and sighed. It was 9:50 pm. Technically, his shop is supposed to open until 10 pm, but there are always some stray customers around. Usually, he’d cut them off, but from the sound of that knocking, the customer seems desperate. Bert sighed and stood up. The man was a large and thick grizzly bear that stood tall and mighty. At the prime age of 50s, he was quite the looker. He was proud of his massive build; muscles bulging and a chest that could put any man down. Even the females at the gym were jealous of his racks. Despite sporting an enormous muscled body, he had a typical bear belly. It wasn’t easy to bring that down, for the love of food far superceded anything else. In the end, Bert gave in to being a muscled bear. He opened the door from his office and walked down the area where he and his staff worked. Bert owned a barber shop, and he was pretty good at it. For an enormous bear like him, it wasn’t easy being dexterous, but he made it work. So far, he hadn’t had a single complaint from a customer. Well, most of them are regulars. As of this hour, he had cleaned up the area and didn’t intend to take in any more customers. However, the unfortunate soul outside seemed desperate. Bert looked through the blinds and saw a forlorn lion. Both paws held together, in hopes that the shop owner would open up. The male lion was quite handsome. Bert was immediately intrigued by him and looked him up and down. He had a good bulk to him. The shirt he wore looked like it was a size too small because he could see his muscles pushing out. For a second, he looked around and inhaled. As he did so, Bert caught a glimpse of his wide chest. Yeah, this guy is his type. However, he shook his head. No, he can’t do this. The shop is closed. He’s tired. He needed to rest. But he was thinking with his dick instead of his brain because the next thing he knew, he opened the door. The feline saw the bear and broke into a huge smile. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Bert blinked briefly and cursed at himself. He shouldn’t have done that. “A-Are you open? Please! Please!” The lion was really desperate. “Well, the shop is closed. Didn’t you read the sign?” Bert pointed at the ‘closed for today’ panel. “I know… But please, I need your help. I’m sure you could see the mess on my mane…” The lion tried to straighten his hair, but it wasn’t working. “Please, I have a date tomorrow, and I look like a hobo.” “Yeah, I can see that.” Bert chuckled. “It’s not funny,” the lion whimpered. “Please, I need your help. I know this is last-minute, but could you please help me?” The bear looked at him. Truly look at him, at his sincere eyes. He couldn’t help it. This was a customer in need, and he felt obliged to help. Even though he feels tired, at least his heart was content, knowing he helped. “Fine… Come in…” Bert stepped aside and let the feline in. “Thank you! Thank you!” He walked in happily. Finally, he found someone who could help him. Bert sat him down in a random chair and began inspecting the damage to his mane. There were burn marks around; part of it was singed. Upon further inspection, he saw some of his mane stuck together. This was a disaster in the making. No one should walk out of their house looking like this. “I was doing some house experimentation, but it seemed to have backfired. Now, this is what I look.” “Amateurs,” Bert said while wetting down his mane. “You should have an experienced friend to look after you.” “Heh, unfortunately, I don’t.” “And now here you are. I should thank you for the business then.” The bear smirked. The lion sighed. “I guess. I couldn’t find any shops that are still open. I tried a few, but I took a chance with yours, to be as annoying as possible.” Bert didn’t like that. “You did, and I’m annoyed.” “Sorry,” he apologised. “I couldn’t help it. Besides, I find your shop name unique. B.B.B?” The bear chuckled as he applied some lotion to remove the sticky stuff. “Yeah, I like that name.” “What does that stand for?” “Big Bert’s Barber.” The lion looked at him. “I’m guessing that’s your name?” “You got that right,” he said. “But some of the local calls me other names. Big Burly Bert. Bert’s Brilliant Barber. So on and so forth. Depends on your interpretation.” “I see,” the feline’s voice trailed as he watched the bear work around his mane. “My name’s Bruce.” “Oh, that’s a strong name.” “Eh, it’s a common name.” The feline shrugged. Bert finally finished examining his mane and concluded that he needed to cut a few inches here and there to cover up the mistake fully. It was salvageable and might even give him a new look. Bruce didn’t like where this was going, but at this crossroad, he didn’t have a choice. Either this or walking out with a dishevelled mane that would scare off his date tomorrow. Eventually, he agreed to his suggestion. “Great!” Bert smiled, but stopped briefly. “Um… Sorry but… Are you okay going shirtless?” Bruce blinked for a second. “That’s an unusual request. Why?” “Well… I just cleaned and packed up the neck strips at the back since it’s closing time. So I don’t have any extra left.” Bert explained. “Oh…” the lion said. “That’s on me, I guess. I barged in without an appointment, and it is closing time.” Then he sighed. “I should accommodate. It is my fault after all.” The bear nodded and watched as the feline got to his feet. As if on cue, he pulls his shirt up, and once it is off, he marvels at the lion’s scrumptious muscles. His orange fur complements every bit of that bulging body. There is a slight pattern of different orange hues around the side, and it needed to be his charm. That beautiful chest got him breathless, with a pair of protruding nipples. From where the bear stood, his pecs looked heavy, and they should be. When it came to his abs, Bert merely stared. Now that’s a set of wonderful abs, and he adored every crevice of it. It looked hard and strong, each sinewy muscle accentuated his body further, and the bear had to restrain himself from pouncing at him. Bruce shook his head for a while and placed his shirt aside. “Alright. Now what’s next?” Bert was dumbfounded at this hunk of a man, and he forgot what he was supposed to say. “Um… Just sit back and relax.” “Sure. Mr B.B.B.” Bruce chuckled. “Why do I feel like you’re mocking me?” Bert said. “I’m not. It’s quirky,” the lion added. “Besides, you were staring.” The burly male blushed and looked away. “Sorry.” “Don’t be,” he said. “I’m used to stares. I get them a lot, and I don’t mind it at all.” That was a welcome gesture. No matter, he still had a job to do. Bert rolled up his equipment and began working on the lion’s mane. It was tricky and took several minutes to prep his mane fully. As told before, he shouldn’t expect a full recovery to its original form, but at least it looked presentable. Bert stood beside the lion as he trimmed at the edges of his sideburn. As he did so, his belly rubbed against the man’s arm. Both of them said nothing and pretended it didn’t happen. The bear moved a little and accidentally bumped into a paw. He stopped for a second and contemplated whether he should apologise, but no, he didn’t. In fact, Bert got a bit bolder by rubbing his crotch against his paw. Bruce didn’t move. Usually, some customers would pull back, but not him. Either the lion ignored the bulge, or he was truly dense on the situation. The bear put on some finishing touches and proceeded to the other sideburn. He did the same gesture, but this time, Bert apologised. “Sorry about that.” There was a moment of silence for a few seconds. “It’s alright,” Bruce replied. “Things happened.” “My belly gets in the way at times.” “I don’t mind it, honestly,” Bruce said. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’re one good-looking bear. I know plenty that would kill to have a body like yours.” Bert chuckled as he combed the lion’s mane. “Maybe, but your body is the ideal kind. Strong and defined, strength hidden underneath that short fur. Your pecs are heavy and hard.” That amuses the feline. “Are you coming at me? Hitting on me?” The bear didn’t say anything at first as he continued to work on his hair. “What if I am?” There was a moment of silence. Bruce snips his mane and combs it, making sure it is smooth and that any mistakes are removed. He pulled the man’s hair back to reveal a pair of humongous pecs. Without a word, Bert lowered his right paw and cupped it, giving it a slow massage. The effect was immediate, with the feline purring softly. By now, any straight man would have pushed him off, but not Bruce. No, this man wanted it. Bert noticed that his eyes were closed as he enjoyed the treatment. Knowing that his advances were accepted, the bear was bold enough to rub at his nipples. Those perky tits looked delicious, and he wanted to devour them. Bruce sighed deeply and let off a soft moan. “Are you fixing my hair or am I here for a massage?” The bear lowered his voice. “Can’t it be both?” “Mmm… Please fix my hair first. Then we’ll talk.” Bruce answered. The pleasure of the flesh is present, but logic overcame lust. No matter what, Bert had a job to do. He nodded and worked on his man meticulously. A few snips here and there, cutting through the proper hairline; he was in the zone. However, Bert wasn’t going to let this go. When his body felt the heat of pleasure coursing through him, he needed to quell that hunger. He would press his muscle gut forward so it would rub against the lion’s paw. Bruce reciprocated by flicking at his belly. At one point, he even began to caress his bearish fur gut. The more they teased each other, the harder it was to maintain a sense of composure between them. If his bear belly weren’t enough, Bruce would grope at his growing package. Bert nearly keeled over when he felt the man’s rough paw. They looked at each other and smiled; not a word was said because this was all they needed to know. “A bit more, yeah?” Bert said. “Are you always this friendly to other customers?” Bruce chuckled. “Mmm… It depends. Does the customer want to know more about the term B.B.B?” The bear said. “I thought it meant Big Bert’s Barbershop?” He heard that and couldn’t stop himself from sniggering. “That’s just the front store. It also means… Big Burly Bear.” Bruce shuddered at his words. Somehow, that deep baritone sent shivers down his spine. “Yes, you’re that guy.” “It also means…” Bert swiped a finger underneath the man’s chin and pushed towards him. “Big Bottom Bitch.” That was the kicker. They said nothing to each other as silence fell. The cooling night air lingered, and the only sound they heard was the snipping of scissors. Bert worked on that mane as best as he could, and he knew that the lion felt something. Whenever his thick fingers trailed along his cheeks, Bruce would tense up, and since he wasn’t covered, the bear could see the impending bulge forming at his crotch. That was a sign, and Bert ate it up. He lowered his muzzle and inhaled the lion’s mane, saying it smelled fragrant. Bruce gulped, giving away the secret shampoo stash that he kept at home. The more he talked, the harder it was to keep his large paws off. The bear gingerly groped at his chest, even though that wasn’t part of the service. Bruce inhaled and exhaled, his crotch grew to a large tent, and he squirmed in his seat. This wasn’t part of the plan. All he wanted was to fix his mane, but the night seemed to have turned into a lustful one. Despite that, he wasn’t complaining and accepted it with open arms. If that wasn’t enough, the perverted bear continuously rubbed his crotch against his elbow. It was no longer accidental but on purpose. It took a while, and when he finished, Bert rubbed his bearish muzzle against the lion’s cheek and whispered. “It’s done. Please, have a look in the mirror.” Bruce opened his eyes and looked front. His image reflected through the mirror, and Bert was behind him. He smiled widely and commented on how beautiful his mane turned out. It may have been shorter than before, but at least it wasn’t a mess. “Now that’s a masterpiece,” Bruce said. “I’m so glad to have come here.” “Heh, thank you, but you’re not done yet. I’ll have to wash your mane. I have some specialised shampoo that will work well on you.” “Is it extra? Because I’m running on a budget here.” Bert inhaled the feline’s musk and shuddered. “It’s on the house since this is your first time here.” Bruce gulped and thanked the burly bear. He was escorted off the chair and up to the washing station. The lion was on his back with his mane backwards. Bert began working as he soaped every inch of his mane. A few massages here and there, Bruce was thoroughly relaxed. His eyes were closed, and he enjoyed every second of this. However, the perverted bear had other plans. He smirked while grazing his fingers upon the lion’s pecs. From his vantage point, he had a full view of the man’s massive chest, and the sight didn’t disappoint. There are so many things he’d do on that body, and he wasn’t going to pull back. With soapy paws, he groped at the male’s chest. Bruce’s eyes shot up at the touch, but before he could say anything, he let off a soft moan. His sensitive nipples were getting the treatment they deserved, and Bert was an expert at it. Bruce’s entire body squirmed. The more the bear assaulted his body, the harder it was to keep his voice down. Eventually, Bert couldn’t take it any more. He pulled down his pants, and a thick cock popped right off. Bruce yelped at the sudden meat pole. “Dude!” “You don’t have to be surprised. You want this.” Bert said. “I… I didn’t know this came with the service.” “It doesn’t,” the bear answered devilishly. “This is for personal.” “Fuck… You’re so thick. How many inches is that?” “More than enough to gape and open a hole,” he said smugly. “But I don’t think you’d want that. Besides, this is the B.B.B shop. Bert’s Big Butt.” “You’re just changing the name to suit your perverted ideas.” Bert licked his lips. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. Who knows? Besides, is that really what we want to talk about? Your cock is about to burst from those pants.” It’s true. The muscled feline has been holding it in for the longest time, and he didn’t know how much longer he could stay like this. All the blood flowed to his cock, and he felt slightly lightheaded. “Maybe you’d like to check mine out?” Bert smacked his cock against his cheek, smearing a small drop of pre. “Should I?” “Heh… I would.” All of a sudden, the bear took the nearest towel and began rubbing his mane. That caught Bruce by surprise. The sudden shift in atmosphere was jarring. In that moment, he thought a blowjob was on a figurative table, but it seemed he was wrong. Once he scrubbed enough, he told the man to clean up any stray droplets. This was highly unusual because when he turned around, the bear disappeared. Perhaps the night may have just ended. Albeit abruptly, but no matter, at least he got a good look at the man’s massive hog. Bruce called out to him, asking where he should put the towel. But there was no answer. He called out once more, and finally, he responded. “Back here.” “Where?” Bruce followed the voice. “Behind the curtain and in a room. The door is unlocked.” The lion followed as instructed, and when he saw the door, he turned the knob and walked in. At first, he expected a laundry room, but instead, he was presented with a massive ass. Bert was on all fours, his humongous bubble butt was up in the air, and he spread them. The sight of this submissive ursine made him gasp and growl. His trapped cock could no longer be contacted because in the next second, Bruce pulled down his pants, and was naked with the bear. From the side, Bert saw that raging cock, and was practically begging for the beast to come forth. He wiggled his thick ass, coaxing the man to step forward, and when he did, the bear spread his cheeks. Bruce had never seen such an ass like this before. For one, he expected this burly bear to be the top, but seeing him like this got him heated. The lust in him rose exponentially. “You really are a bottom bitch.” The lion said seductively. “That’s what B.B.B stands for,” Bert rumbled deep. “Now come here and ravage my big ass.” The feline climbed on the bed and marvelled at the man’s tail hole. He couldn’t help but grope about, feeling the muscles and thickness that wrapped around him. Bert moaned happily, telling him how good this feels, and can’t wait to be stuffed by that cock. However, that didn’t come because the next thing he knew, he felt something web slobbering across his taint. The effect was immediate, with the bear shuddering completely. “Ohh!! That’s it! Eat my ass up. Open me up. That cock isn’t going to be easy to take.” Bert growled lustfully. “An ass like this should be worshipped,” Bruce replied. “And that’s the idea, Bert huffed and puffed through each lick. Whenever his tongue pried his hole open, pleasure coursed through him that his eyes rolled back. “Yes! Fuck! This never gets old. I just got licked this morning and fucked.” “Did we now?” Bruce said with a strand of saliva clinging to his muzzle. “You’re quite the slut, aren’t ya’?” “Hmm… The right term is bitch. Remember that.” The lion slapped that ass and wiggled it. “You’re a proud bitch, huh?” “Yes… Yes…” Bert begged. “A proud bitch. I’m that bear bitch.” “You mean burly bear bitch.” Bruce corrected. “Fuck that! Doesn’t matter!” Now the bear’s patience was running low. “Fuck me, right now!” “A man on all fours shouldn’t be commanding for his needs.” “Either that or I’ll charge you full price for your mane,” Bert smirked. “Wait… free?” “Just clean up the hair outside, and we’ll call it even.” Now this is service. Not only did he get a free haircut, but also a hell of a good fuck. The lion nodded in agreement and climbed upon the ursine. Bert saw this and smiled. He was ready to be taken, ready to be fucked, and when the thick feline cock slid in, he moaned as loud as he could. That piece of meat was opening him further, and he loved every inch of it. Bruce panted slowly and watched as his cock disappeared inside that giant ass. A muscled ass like this should be put on display because it’s an artefact of sex. He pulled out for a moment and slammed back in, pulled out and slammed, gyrating his hips as he seesawed deep into the warm confines of the bear. Bert gripped the bedsheets and nearly clawed into them, his mouth wide open as pleasure surged through his body. His thick belly jiggled under the impact as the lion began thrusting rapidly. The pounding of flesh against flesh echoed, and Bert loved the sound of it. He looked back and watched the lion. There was an obvious pleasure written all over his face, but most of all, he loved every second of it. “Fuck me… Fuck harder… You’re a god damn tenacious lion!” Bruce grunted, his hips pumped and slammed as hard as he could. “Shut up, bitch!” He then pulled the ursine’s upper torso up, showing off his wide chest. Without a word, the lion cupped both pecs and began groping at his muscles. That shut the bear up. All he could do was moan like a bitch in heat; he squirmed at each manipulation of his nipples. Bruce was relentless when it came to a man’s chest, and Bert had a stupidly massive rack. If he didn’t know any better, these could be a woman’s boobs, but no, it was a hard and strong man. Bert's whining got louder and louder, his body was going crazy, and his cock bounced up and down, spilling pre all over the bed. He looked back and was in awe at the man’s extreme prowess. “It’s rare that I get to have such a wonderful lion like yourself.” The lion grunted and gave one final slam, burying down to the hilt. “Hah… It’s… Not every day that… I get to fuck a bearish man like yourself.” “Mmm… That’s true…” He took the feline’s paw and stroked along his body. “How does it feel to have a bear like me?” “Fantastic,” Bruce said. “Superbly fantastic. How have I missed this shop? I should come here more often.” “Then you’d be late for date nights.” “That’s true, but at least I know if my dates didn’t go as planned, I could have a bear to fulfil my needs,” Bruce said. Bert growled. “You shit-eating motherfucker. Heh, guess I shouldn’t complain.” “No, you should NOT!” Bruce pulled out and slammed into him. “Nghh!! K-Keep fucking like that, and I’ll cum too soon,” Bert howled. “That’s the idea, bitch.” the lion growled as he fucked the bear relentlessly. Compared to the burly bear, the lion wasn’t as thick, but his length did the job perfectly. He wanted to stroke the bear to orgasm, but he just couldn’t. With the man being twice as big as he was, all he could do was stimulate his nipples, and love nut that he will unload. Thankfully, he was still prime for the night as his stamina fuelled his body, fucking and pounding as hard as he could. Bert felt it all. His sensitive prostate was getting ravaged to oblivion, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Meanwhile, his voice was getting louder and louder, as if he was about to give voice to his impending orgasm. Both of his paws were placed upon the headboard, stabilising himself as the end was approaching. “Cum… Cum… Cum!!” The ursine bellowed, and true to his words, he came. Giant ropes of white splattered across the bed as he unloaded as much as he could. It was slightly embarrassing because he didn’t even touch himself, and yet, here he was cumming like a typical bitch. Ropes after ropes of his seed threw against the bed, coating the sheets with sweat and cum. The scent was pretty strong by now because whenever he inhaled, he could only taste man sex. Meanwhile, Bruce didn’t stop fucking. He knew that the ursine had unloaded because that sweet, tight ass gripped around his cock like a vice. There was no doubt about his orgasm, but at the same time, it was far more difficult to keep himself steady. The lion wanted to cum as well, but stopped himself in time for another hard fuck. “Ungh! You’ve! Gotten so! Tight! Ahh!” Bert clawed at the bedsheets, and this time, he punctured through them. No words could have described this feeling of orgasm that ravaged his entire body. Every handsfree cum was a world of heaven to him, and he wanted more. The lion was the perfect candidate to deserve an ass like his. “Keep fucking me… Fuck me…” He was delirious with lust; sex was the only thing he could think of, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. However, Bruce couldn’t take it. He may have the tenacity of a feline, but he was still exhausted. In the end, the tired feline punched in one last time and stayed there, completely out of breath. “Aww, the kitty is tired.” Bert chuckled. “Do you need daddy bear to take over?” Bruce whined with a nod. “Alright. Roll over and stay on your back.” When he did, he gave off a huge smile. His body immediately felt comfortable. “Ahh… This feels so much better.” Bert saw the male and licked his jowls; his huge body loomed over him like a monster that had found his prey. There’s so much of the lion that he wanted to take. That precious body had seen a sheen of sweat covering his torso. He knew how delicious he looked, but in this way, he saw every valley of muscles imprinted on him. “You are the perfect man,” the bear rumbled lustfully. “Such a divine body. A work of art. Your dedication to body sculpting is admirable. I’m such a lucky bear to enjoy you.” Bruce gulped and blushed. “T-Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself. You’re really hot. That muscle gut look really suits you. I won’t mind coming again. I-If you’re willing.” The bear looked at him. “My oh my. You are a heart throb.” “I try.” “Well, Mister feel-good Casanova, I think you owe me a bucket of feline seed.” Bruce didn’t know what to do because the bear held his hard cock and aimed at his gaping hole. He had been thinking about this for quite a while, and the opportunity presented itself. Without thinking, he lowered his hips and swallowed a few inches. As that cock invaded his tight confines, he uttered a loud moan that sent him a voice of approval. “Yes… Get back in there. I think my love tunnel recognised every inch of your cock,” he then lowered even more, and soon, he was down to the hilt once again. This time, he had total control. “Gonna milk your cum. I want that feline cum. I want you to invade my body with this fucking huge cock.” Bruce groaned when that ass started moving up and down, taking all of him with ease, and the pleasure was immediate. Now that his paws are free, they wandered along the hard muscles of the bear. That touch itself made Bert quiver under his ministrations. Since he had played with his man tits, it was time for payback. He found his pair of delicious nubs and began tugging softly. Bert howled with his head pulled back, his body went rigid as his muscles spasmed all of a sudden. Unfortunately for him, the lion didn’t intend to stop. He kept fiddling with the tip and even pinched at them softly. The more he tugged, the harder his cock bounced. Pre leaked at the tip, pooling upon the lion’s abs, and it was a sight that no other man had done to him. Bert had had plenty of thick guys in his life, but the lion was special. He doesn’t know what it is, but the way he fucked, the way he moved that ass, it was beautiful. If that wasn’t enough, Bruce proceeded to fondle and grope around his belly. He loved it. Oh, he loved it so much. “Ahh! Hah! You… You… hah…! Ahh!! M-More…” Bert whined lustfully. “Play with my tits. Play with my body. Ahh! Yes! I’m a slut… Fuck!” “A bitch.” He corrected. “T-That’s right… a bitch… M-My cock… Please…” The bear was literally begging. His handsome face says it all. He may look like an intimidating man, but when it comes to sex, he’s just a needy puppy. Bruce gave what he wanted, what he needed, and most of all, what he lusted. Both paws wrapped around the bear’s manhood, and slowly stroked it up and down, careful to keep him on the edge and not bust prematurely. No matter how he looked at it, this beer can-sized cock is an absolute unit. No other man that he encountered was this thick, and he loved every second of it. “Don’t tell me you’re about to cum.” Bert bit the bottom of his lips and nodded. “It’s too good.” “You’re not cumming so soon.” “But…” “Control yourself. You may have a godlike body, but you can’t be a minute man.” That’s when Bert growled. “I usually am not, but you’re doing things inside of my ass that no one has ever done before. Your cock is the perfect thickness and girth for me. It’s like riding a bike.” “Mm… That’s flattery, but you still have a job to do.” The bear nodded slowly and got to work. He rode steadily, constantly stimulating his love nut, and it was extremely difficult to stave off an orgasm. By now, the lion’s abs had collected a large pool of bear pre. Bruce swiped a finger at it and licked. That sight turned the bear on even further. He panted heavily and watched the lion. His hips slammed harder and harder, both paws planted upon the man’s chest while his engorged cock slapped against his pre. Their combined musks and moans were a perfect symphony as their bodies blended. Bert stared at the lion below him, tongue rolled out with pleasure, his heavy body speared upon a throbbing cock. He picked up the pace and thought he was going to squeeze his anal muscles to stimulate the feline further. Instead, it backfired. When he clenched, that meaty cock grazed at his sensitive spot, and when he continuously fucked himself, it pushed him to the edge. “C-Can’t!” That was all he had to say before exploding. Thick ropes of his essences poured out like broken floodgates. He shot off more than his body could perceive because, at one point, he felt dizzy and was about to collapse. Thankfully, Bruce was alert enough to sense the bear’s consciousness and hold on to his forearm. Bert was delirious with lust, his brain shut down for a second, and when he came through, he blinked a few times while watching his cock spurting. The thickness of the bear’s fluid spread across the lion’s fur, but it seemed that Bruce didn’t mind it one bit. He smiled at the bear once his orgasm had waned. By now, Bert experienced another round of afterglow, but at the back of his mind, he knew the deed wasn’t done. The lion’s hard cock is still throbbing deep inside of him, and he is about to unload very soon. However, Bruce didn’t want to cum in this position. All of a sudden, he pushed the bear to the side and rolled on top of him. This time, Bert lay comfortably on his back. “Whoa there.” “I doubt I could overpower you in terms of mass and strength, but now that I have you on your back, I get to have better access to your entire body.” The lion said with a grin. “Is that what this is about?” Bert scoffed while raising both arms, showing off his entire expanse of muscled chest. “Gaining control of my body?” “That’s right, and since you’re such a bottom bitch, you’ll stay there and let me molest that delicious body.” “Big bottom bitch… Let’s be clear about that.” Bert growled happily. He was proud of that acronym and wouldn’t have it any other way. “I presume you’ve got energy left to fuck me?” Bruce briefly panted and moaned once his cock was shoved inside the ursine. “I’ll be honest… I don’t have much in me. Besides, I could explode at any time.” “Then do it.” That’s all he needed to hear. Bruce picked up the pace and began thrusting as hard as he could. The pounding echoed loudly, but that wasn’t the main attraction. He had a whole buffet in front of him. Paws moved forth and fondled the man’s chest, watching them jiggle and bounce through each powerful thrust. Every pound was a joy of pleasure; his belly shook like waves, and through it all, the bear’s cock was fully erect. It didn’t take long for him to regain his stamina, and he loved it. Bruce even pinched his nipples to get a reaction out of him. The bear bellowed in pleasure as his body registered the shock. A pair of paws groped and tugged around his chest like a stress ball, and Bert loved it. He blushed through it all, and he wanted more. Every hard slam was rewarded with a moan of pleasure, and Bruce barely held on. “You’re such a slut! An ass like this should be fucked by all.” Bert threw his head back as his body went rigid. “Y-Yes… Fuck me… Use me… Take this bitch. I’m the only bear for you. Fuck this daddy bear. K-Keep going like that, and I’ll cum again.” “Fucking hell! You’re quite the cummer, aren’t you? Such virility in this body.” The ursine panted heavily. “Of course. This body is made to be used. I’m your local B.B.B.” “Grah!! You’re clenching!” “I need your cum, baby… Cum in me. My hole needs to be bred.” And that’s what he did. Bruce couldn’t hold on to it. He’s been going at it for quite some time, and this was his moment. With a roar of pleasure, he gave voice to his orgasm. The room shook briefly when the first shot exploded. Bert felt it. His eyes were wide open when he felt the warmth of cum, and he smiled as wide as he could. “Yes!! Give me your load.” Bruce gritted his teeth, claws out and eyes closed, his body stayed in place while his cock injected the night’s load into the bear. Thick spurts quickly flooded in, and he didn’t dare move. Right now, his cock was extremely sensitive, and all he could do was ride the wave of ecstasy. His balls kept pumping as hard as they could, and once the bear’s warm tunnel was fully loaded, he felt a small trickle seeping out from the side. At first, he wanted to pull out, but all of a sudden, Bert wrapped his thick legs around his waist and locked. “I know what you’re doing, and I won’t allow that.” Bruce said nothing because right now, his mind was all upon his flowing orgasm. He moaned every few seconds, eyes rolled back as his muscles tensed. The spurting of cum continued to a point that Bert felt his belly gurgling. He had experience in taking buckets full of cum, especially from horses,s but this much was far more potent. Seconds ticked to a minute, and soon, the lion finally stopped. Bruce’s body quaked momentarily as his mind came down to earth. His eyes flickered briefly, and he saw the thick bear underneath him. When their eyes connected, they gave off a stupid grin and started laughing. “What’s so funny?” Bruce tried to stop himself. “A haircut for an ass,” Bert smirked. “Didn’t know bartering still existed in this day and age.” The bear shrugged while pulling his leg off, freeing the lion from his deathly clutches. “In here, anything can happen.” As he pulled his limp cock out, cum began flowing from his gaping ass. Bert shuddered at this feeling and tried to push out as much cum as possible. It was more than what he’d expect from an ordinary lion. Bruce was definitely prolific, and Bert wanted more of him. The hefty bear slowly got up and limped a little; his ass got the greatest pounding for the night. “You’re one good fucker.” “Heh, thanks,” Bruce said as he looked around. “Do you have some wet wipes or possibly a place to clean up?” Bert took his arm and led him to his personal washroom. There, they cleaned up as much as possible, but not without worshipping each other’s bodies. The bear was in a constant state of euphoria when Bruce tugged at his large nipples. Not only that, he spreads that ass and slowly fingers him. All of this would have resulted in another round of nightly pleasure, but alas, Bruce had other plans. The lion got himself dressed and examined his beautiful mane. He repeated that this is a work of art, and couldn’t believe the bear could turn a disaster into a masterpiece. “I’ll have to come back here to upkeep my mane.” “I hope you do, sexy stud,” Bert pulled him in for one last kiss. “You’ve paid your debt with me. Now leave before I rape that ass instead.” Bruce said his goodbyes and walked out. He looked into the empty street and back at the signboard. B.B.B was truly an experience, and he’d recommend this place to several of his friends.