[The following photos of this “daddy bear” were shared from the Brotherhood Of Bears Yahoo Group. I have no idea who he is though. However, he is definitely such a woofy material that I was inspired to write a story about him…]
Just Another Bad Day
It was a long day at work today. My boss told me that he’d be taking half of my paycheck this week to pay for the damaged door of my cab. What the hell. It’s not my fault my passenger was a tweaked out birdie who decided to kick the door wide open while I was driving 50 down Harrison. Lucky it’s not your whole pathetic check. Guess how much our insurance is gonna cough up for that Porsche you totaled?
Whatever. I just wanted to go home, down a brewski, and watch some infomercials until I jacked myself off to sleep. Yeah, sounded like a good plan.
However, I noticed that my door was partly open and that just completely pissed me off. If there was someone inside, that sucker’s gonna know pain.
I peeked in and saw a big, hairy brute of a man who was only wearing tight blue underwear. This housebreaker and thief was tying up a big box which was probably my useless junk. Upon seeing his massive, sweaty body, I did not know if I was gonna get angry or excited. Suddenly, both conflicting emotions took the best of me and I quickly rushed through the door, completely shocking the big man. To my surprise, I managed to tackle him to the floor.
My right cheek felt his thick and furry belly while I smelled his manly scent. He was completely lying on the floor with his arms outstretched. I planted both my hands on both of his burly shoulders while I pushed myself up.
“Don’t you say a fucking word,” I commanded. The daddy bear had no fear in him as he stared at me while I felt his heaving stomach on my crotch.
“Good. You know, I’m sick and tired of getting pushed around. There is no such thing as karma.” I thought that last line was a good touch. And with that, I grabbed his packing rope while I went behind the big man. I placed my right knee on his back while I tightly tied his wrists.
When I knew that my knot was completely secured, I stood up and walked in front of him. I felt a tinge of satisfaction seeing such a big man completely helpless and under my mercy. His legs were spread apart and I could see his bulge in that skimpy underwear. What a beautiful daddy, I thought to myself.
At that point, I wasn’t quite sure what to do. I really did not want to call the pigs on him. Probably just another junkie or some homeless dude and I did have a heart. You know what? I got no plans for the evening anyway. And with that, I noticed that there were quite a few more ropes left.
I helped the big bear to his feet as my forearms squeezed between his massive arms and chest. He tried to resist but he knew that he could not do much. I then pushed him to the table and he landed on his gut as he made a loud “Oof!” Yeah, daddy, ‘woof’ indeed.
I then proceeded to tie his legs to his wrists. Just like a luau. When I finished, I sat on the floor while I admired my work of art. This was gonna be my entertainment for tonight and I was going to let him go in a few minutes. Hell, I’m even gonna help him pack my junk. Good riddance to them.
I then heard nervous mutterings of a Russian lady behind me. It was definitely my neighbor, dear old Mrs. Sokolov. I guess I’d better explain to her what’s happening.
“What did you do to my son, Oleg?”
I then looked around me and realized that it was not even my apartment. Shit. I guess it’s just another bad day. I looked behind me and I noticed Oleg giving me a sly wink.
Or maybe it’s not such a bad day after all.