[BearBeat/Fic/Pit] JerBearMaine: When Fantasy And Reality Collide

It actually took me a full whole day to recuperate from JerBear‘s post about asking me if I would like to be in his wrestling videos.   Not only would that be a dream come true, but it will probably be the cause of my heart attack (or as I told JerBear, “hard attack” — er, um, “lol”?).

Honestly, I’m just not sure how to react when the very bears I lust over for actually respond to me.  My brain just can’t seem to calculate and analyze such repercussions.  But I am so glad that JerBear is so down-to-earth and such an all-around very nice bear and man that it makes talking to him all the much easier.

I’ve decided to share my “fantasy wrestling fiction” that I’ve sent to my Fantasy Idol.  And with it are pictorials of the ever woofy and sexy wrestling bear stud god, JerBear…

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The Twink Versus JerBear
-JerBearMaine BearFic-

The Twink shows up in the ring, excited at the upcoming match.  JerBear, who’s only wearing black wrestling briefs and revealing his sexy belly, walks in the ring with an extremely cocky demeanor.  He looks at the camera and flexes his oiled-up muscles.  Sweat and oil co-mingle as they roll down his glistening bearish physique.

JerBear has a few choice words against his twink opponent, and as he does so, he flexes his muscles at him.  The Twink responds by kicking JerBear multiple times on his belly.  JerBear “oofs” and “aahs” from the barrage of kicks.  He ends up trapped in the corner of the ring with his arms resting on the top ropes while The Twink unleashes a barrage of gut punches.  JerBear endures the punishment while his moans of pains grow into a hypnotic crescendo.

The Twink then ceases his gut-punching, while the weakened JerBear continues to hang and rest on the ring corner, his glistening sweat’s even more pronounced than ever.  The Twink then flexes in front of JerBear, mocking his massive opponent, kneels down then unleashes a flurry of rapid gut punches.  JerBear’s legs react as though he was sprinting, while we see his gut quickly jiggle from the furious punching.  The Twink tires out as he kneels down then lays his exhausted head on the weakened and tired belly of JerBear.  The Twink’s head moves in tandem with JerBear’s heaving, breathing stomach.

The Twink slowly climbs up the seemingly-defeated mountainous body of JerBear.  The Twink then puts his left hand on JerBear’s left chest then begins to use his right fist to gutpunch him.  The punches are lazier and slower, as The Twink was on the brink of complete exhaustion.  JerBear attempts to escape by moving his hips forward only to be brought back down by a slow and hard punch on the gut — which happens multiple times.

The Twink realizes that despite his unceasing attacks, JerBear appears to have some strength left. So he decides to kneel down again and headbutts JerBear on the groin.  JerBear moans in complete agony as he holds on to his groin while he slowly walks to the middle of the ring.  The Twink laughs then pushes JerBear from behind.  JerBear falls in the center ring, still holding on to his manhood, groaning in pain.  The Twink watches JerBear in glee as he circles his fallen opponent.  He then puts his right foot on JerBear’s belly.  JerBear could not even try to remove this smaller man’s foot away.  The Twink then steps from JerBear’s one side to the other side.  A loud “OOF!” comes out from JerBear’s mouth.  The Twink then does it again and again, stepping and moving from left to right and right to left, all the while mocking and laughing at him.  At this point, JerBear is just lying on the ring with his arms outstretched, his big belly heaving from exhaustion.

The Twink then stands between JerBear’s legs, kicking them in opposite directions so that he has enough room to kneel between them.  He starts to toy with JerBear’s crotch by massaging it at first then pretending to punch them repeatedly.  JerBear can barely move and the only movement he can make was occasionally lifting his head to see what’s going on.  The Twink then makes a disgusted look at the unresponsive JerBear. He then grabs both legs with each hand, lifts them up, and starts to threat JerBear with stomping on his groin.

JerBear, realizing what was at stake, lifts his arms out and starts to plead with his attacker.  “No, no, no, no, no,” he begs.  The Twink just smiles then unmercilessly stomps on JerBear’s gut repeatedly. The helpless JerBear cannot do anything else but respond in kind to each and every successive stomp.  As for The Twink’s finale, he lands a long stomp on JerBear’s big gut.  The Twink then smiles devilishly at JerBear, lifts up his right foot then land it on JerBear’s balls.  JerBear’s body reacts with his outstretched arms and shoulders going up about two inches from the mat while his face contorts from the sudden pain on his groin.  The Twink lets go of JerBear’s legs but they continue to stay up.  It’s as if a photo has been taken as the image of The Twink stepping on JerBear’s crotch has been frozen in time.

The Twink then steps in deeper on JerBear’s balls, weakening JerBear and finally making his body relax and dropping his full body on to the mat.  A resounding thud is heard as JerBear’s shoulders, arms, and legs fall.  The Twink, satisfied with his job of dominating this big bear of a man, sits on JerBear’s stomach, while his two thighs wrap around JerBear’s sweaty, heaving belly. The Twink begins to alternately punch JerBear’s left and right chest as he mocks his easily fallen opponent. The Twink then puts both of his palms on JerBear’s beefy chest and begins the count.

1…2…

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Well, okay, so my story does not really end.  But, really, would you want it to end?

And, also, for the record.  I tend to not imagine myself as the “beater of bears.”  I tend to be on the sidelines looking in.  I just don’t see myself even pretending to wrestle with a bearish man.  I’d definitely let him manhandle me though.  Lol.  The perfect death, I guess.  Anyway, I’d much rather hug and enjoy his body than beat it up (fantasy-wise, of course).  Still, I can’t deny the fact that seeing luscious bear men like JerBear getting dominated is definitely erotic and arousing.

Lol.  Will I one day be in his video?  I would love to, yet I’m nervous and scared at the same time.  Let’s see what happens.  -_^

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  1. Nice post, very verbose, and I’ve noticed also how engaging JerBear seems to be for his many fans…

    I’m like you in that I’d rather hump than hurt… but for someone who likes that gut so much… why no claw?

    It’s the most worshippy you can get and still feign wrestling, just imagine your fingers squished deeper and deeper into that heaving sweaty, fatty abyss until they reach the strong, thick muscular wall that holds all that jiggle into a tight, yet doughy, heavy physique.

    I woulda done the same with those mounds of meat on his chest during the pin, squishing the beefiest part of those breasts and feeling those perfect man-boob nipples prune in my lecherous hands. Squeeze the two tits together a bit maybe so I could feel the muscular effort rise from his thickened wells of pectoral strength imprisoned in their jigging shell.

    Finally, I would rub my dick all over that sweaty gut during that leglock, pushing against the rhythm of that strained heaving, taking detours to stroke over the lovely handles that spill so abundantly over the oblique muscle squeeze if his signature trunks. Even though I’m not a dick guy, definitely give him a rub here and there for two reasons: gratitude for betraying his typical heel tendencies and allowing me to use his girth, and to play with his breathing as I thrust into his beer belly, give me some more resistance for my rod.

    That said… it is hard to type with one hand.

    Keep up the good work.

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