| But this was something new. This was not our plan.
"Just one more time," he said, kneeling behind me. "I'm gonna fuck you
like a dog. I'm gonna fuck you to death."
I felt him drop over me, his magnifcent gut weighing me down like lead,
his enormous paws clutching my shoulders like a vise, his hairy arms
scratching my back like steel wool. He plunged his fabulous tool into my
ass. It went in easy; I was wet with inner sweat. I yelled as ecstasy
overtook me. I pushed back hard and rotated my butt wildly against his
stiff pubic hair.
"Fuck me! Kill me!" I cried.
His dick never seemed to stop. I swore it kept on going--up my bowels,
through my stomach, my lungs, my neck, and into my brain. I was filled
with him, his whole huge hairy body from bottom to top.
I beat myself off as he fucked me harder and harder. Soon I felt cum
rushing up the tube in my prick. I squeezed the hole shut to hold it
back, but it flooded through. It discharged like a shotgun. My asshole
gripped his cock with quick, violent jerks. The pulsations drove him
crazy.
"Yes, yes!" he shouted. "I'm cumming, pussy boy! I'm cumming in your
ass!"
This was it. Now the original plan would have to take effect. One of his
hands left my shoulder and grabbed the knife lying on the platform
beside us. I saw it flash past my eyes just when his cannon exploded
inside me with the biggest load of all.
The moment had come. Now it really was time to die. I glanced over my
shoulder to carry the memory of his face with me to the grave. The cold
steel of the razor-sharp blade touched my arching throat.
In that instant, the earth trembled. The rig swayed and nearly toppled
off its platform. My magnificent bear fell away from me, his dripping
shaft ripped out of my tight sheath. The knife flew out of his hand.
With a roar, a gusher of oil surged upward through the rig's tower. It
blackened the sky.
"Untie me, big guy!" I shouted above the thunderous noise.
"Not yet!" He rolled me over and yanked me savagely into his arms. His
pecker, hard as ever, scraped against my washboard belly. "I'm
still cumming, man!"
He bent his head down and drove his tongue deep into my throat. His
unshaven face rubbed my face raw. With a long, loud groan, he shot a
gusher of cum like I'd never seen before. It blasted our chins like
pellets from a BB gun. Satisfied at last, his enormous tool softened and
nestled against mine.
"Chub, my Chub," he murmured,licking his own cum wherever it had fallen
on me, purring like a giant cat.
Meanwhile, the oil rained down, covering us with dark sludge. I didn't
care.
I had the bandit bear. The ransom was paid! We were rich!
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