The Show Off

 I got a trial membership at the gym downtown. I had heard good things about it, and had even been suggested to check it out by an anonymous fan on my DikDok page. They thought I'd be impressed. I'm a bit nuts over being healthy, so I had to check it out.

I gotta admit, I was impressed. There was a good number of gym bunnies doing their thing there. The atmosphere was upbeat and the gym members were reaffirming each other constantly. The gym even provided a 'selfie room' for those who benefitted from tiktoking their journeys towards the bodies they were looking for.

I noticed a bear, not that there was really a way not to. He was doing chin ups in the "See me" part of the gym - an area in the middle with some simple equipment positioned for everyone else in the gym to be able to see. The bear was pulling his massive frame up to the bar effortlessly, and I walked around, admiring him. He had a pelt like toasted marshmallow, with a creamy untoasted vanilla chest and belly surrounded with a cinnamon powder frame on his arms and legs. There was a brown chevron of fur on his belly that pointed down, directing the eyes straight at the frickin' massive bulge in the bear's shiny, overladen blue speedos. 

*CHK* my phone's camera went, and I glanced up to the bear, wondering if he noticed I had taken a picture of him.

He had. He looked down at me, sweat on his brow and cheeks, and gave me a friendly grin. "You wanna take pics? Okay, but lemme get in a GOOD position for you."

My feline tail flicked behind me as I smiled and nodded, acting bashful, and he let himself dangle, loosely, before flexing ALL of his muscles. He lifted up his knees, to the side, and tightened his arms, so that his biceps and pectorals flexed out in awesome muscular superiority, but best of all, his thighs lifted up and forced the waistband of his speedo to lift up as well. The slight shift in tension was all it took to give me the PERFECT picture.

The dude's left nut, this massive grapefruit of a nut, just comes sliding out of the side of his skimpy underwear. It seemed to flop out, like it had been compressed in those skimpy shorts and now that it was out in the open it was able to fluff out to its true size. *CHK*

The nut flopped to the bottom of its sack, and that caused it to pull on the shaft just above it. I had already seen the big, domed mushroom of the cock's meaty cockhead bulging out against the shiny fabric, and now I saw it in person. The limp hose was as thick as my wrist, and it just flopped slowly out, the ridge of the glans catching against the seam of the flimsy swimwear before the whole folded over soft mass just flopped down. The bear didn't even flinch when that three pound dick whacked against his dangling nut, just flexed even harder. The white skinned shaft was so thick and fudgy looking, with that beautifully perfectly formed cock head. Beautiful.

"Cheeeeeeeeese!" He said, and I dutifully took another pic. There are a lot of dudes packing muscle, and a lot of dudes packing dick, and usually they're only trying to show off one or the other. This guy really wanted to show off both. *CHK*

That suited my interests perfectly.  He had a lot to show off. I waited a few extra seconds, to see if his last nut would flop out into the open as well, but with that whole speedo to itself it seemed comfortable just hanging out. I got one last picture, then walked around a bit more. I did some treadmill walking, glancing over to the bear as he talked and horsed around with some other members. Dude was completely confident, friendly and outgoing, and was at ease with himself that it took one of the employees of the gym pointing out his nudity for him to laugh and tuck himself back into his skimpy suit. Slipping out was just a normal thing for him.

While he went on to do chest presses, I uploaded the pics I had taken to QuikPik.net. No location data, no name, just some nice pics of the bear with his junk out. I put the starting bid at $500, and by the time the app had updated the listing, the bidding was already up to two grand. 

I didn't want to come across as too creepy, too noticeable, so I avoided the bear when he went into the showers. I didn't take a pic of him standing in there, with his beefy cock just hanging out, or how he came back to the locker room with a towel around his head and nothing hiding his fat meat between his thighs. I didn't have to. He was taking pics, himself. Sending them to someone, maybe? Or uploading them to a website of his own. I was careful not to be in the background of any of them.

Following him home was easier than I could have imagined. Everything was going so smoothly. The bear didn't even take a car, he walked home from the gym. Strutting down the sidewalk, still wearing just his gym shorts and a tank top. He said hello in a friendly way to the people he passed; I made sure I was on the opposite side of the street.

He lived in a nice house, and with it getting darker out, I was able to settle in the tall bushes of the neighbor who lived across the street. Their house was dark, no cars or furniture in the yard, so I knew that nobody would be coming home and interrupting my stake out. I peered through my digital binoculars, streaming to my quikpik page as I watched him go in the front door. I saw a glimpse of someone there, but then he walked in and the door closed. There were lights on in various rooms of the modest single floor house, and I peered between them to see if I could make out anything about them. 

I was looking at the large double wide picture window when the curtains on it were flung open, and there was the bear, already stripped naked. The smaller gray wolf, smaller than me even, was in the house with him, and I saw him look at the window, directly at me, before rolling his eyes and covering his face in embarrassment. He said something, and the bear laughed, resting his hands on his hips and waggling his waist at the window, as if taunting some imaginary dog with a chew toy. He gestured dismissively and turned back, moving into the room - a dining room - and sitting down for dinner.

It looked like a nice meal. I checked my phone, as the video finished uploading. $9,000. This bear was popular. Some of the comments were linking me to his onlyfans page. Someone who was already a member of his showed me some of the stats. Dude loved posting pics of himself naked. Sometimes in public. Pictures of him at local monuments, pushing his shorts down and sticking his tongue out, letting the whole world see how big he is.  Pics of him facefucking the wolf. A video of him jerking off, then flopping his meaty dick down on a cutting board as it squirted out a cup or so of thick bear pudding. Caption of "Got Milk?!" with many comments below, everyone simping for his big 'bull' dick.

Yeah, he liked showing the world what he was packing, and he had no interest in being careful about it. No wonder there was so much interest in being the one who could say they paid me to cut off his big, fat, meaty bear dick. 

Other windows were opened, the bear taking more pics of himself for his onlyfans, as the wolf cleaned up the dishes. They watched some TV, and the wolf reached down to cup the bear's fat cock, but the bear swatted his hand away. Ten minutes later, a video of him doing just that showed up on his page, with "No touchies until Saturday! Hubby knows I'm saving up for the BIGGEST LOAD EVER!".

An hour or so later they went to bed. The bear opened up the bedroom window, pulling up the screen and sticking his head out. I heard him say something about the smell of spring, as he turned back to the bed. I could just see in the darkened room.

I posted to quikpik, announcing that the deadline was in five minutes as they would be sleeping soon. I added a picture of the bear hanging dong out the window, but the price was so exorbitant now that I Didn't imagine there would be any late night snipes.

A few minutes later, I peered through the window, and saw that the bear was already sprawled in bed. I could hear the snoring from across the street, and I could see from the window that the bear was erect. I didn't realize that their bed was literally right next to the window on the ground floor.

A soft buzz on my phone, and I checked it. There was a final bid, right before the deadline, from a freshly made account; "wuffhubby2023". No profile picture. I processed the agreement, and waited for the payment to come through. Peering back through the binoculars, Taking another telescopic shot of the bear's erection. I saw that the wolf was on his phone, and peeked closer. Interesting, I saw the familiar red banner of quikpik as the little guy fiddled with something. There was a moment of pause, as I prepared to cancel and bail, but then I saw that the payment had gone through. The wolf looked at the bear's huge cock, reaching out to give it a gentle caress. It seemed almost... sad, like he was saying goodbye to an old friend. Then he curled up and fell asleep against the big bear's chest, tucked up under his arm.

I waited thirty minutes, for the police to show up, or for either of them to shift and get comfortable. However, there was nothing to impede my little trip. I skulked across the street, walking carefully on the soft grass up to the bedroom window. There were no streetlights, just the moon to see by, but being a feline, making my way through the dark was no issue. 

I could smell the bear's musk by the time I reached the window, which was at about waist height. My shadow loomed slowly up over the frame, and across the thigh-to-belly region of the bear. He was not wearing any blankets, and his erection jutted stiffly up into the air. Even dead asleep, he was announcing his size to anyone who would notice. Well, he had certainly captured MY attention. 

I leaned over the window sill and into the room. My go pro was filming everything, and I quietly thanked my guardian angel for the luck. The bear's bed was right there, I didn't even have to lean in all the way to wrap my hand around the meat of his big, hard, hot cock. Fuck, it really WAS beautiful, and I enjoyed carefully skinning down the skin from the head, watching the precum bubble up at the top. The bear wasn't kidding, for him to be leaking this much in his sleep, he had to be backed up.

I reached down, cupping against one of the bear's beefy nuts. Fuckin' heavy. Damn. And the bear just left the window open, practically inviting the world to come and admire his masculinity. Well, I would certainly be doing that. 

If you're interested in watching me garrote the bear's massive package off, you can subscribe to my DikDok account, obviously, but I will spare you the details here. I've done enough of them by now that you can imagine the basics, the way I looped the cheese wire around the root of his package, the way I pulled my hands apart and the metal strand sank right through his flesh, and the way I take the pinched flesh and seal it with a wipe of the flesh seal, trapping everything inside until I can get it taken care of. Barely any blood, very little risk. I'm only mentioning it, because, as I was pulling my hands apart, to take this bear's huge package for myself, I glanced over to the wolf, and for the briefest second, I thought his eyes were open. It looked like he had been watching me steal his husband's cock and balls. That's ridiculous, though, of course. Right?

I picked up his dick and I remember feeling how heavy it was. I don't know if you've ever picked up gold bullion, how it feels so much heavier than it might actually be, because of the value of it. Certainly THIS package was worth more than its weight in gold, if the recent bank transaction meant anything. To someone, anyways. 

I tapped the precum slick cockhead against the window, lazily tracing my first name's initial against the glass in a precummy smear, and then tapped on it firmly a couple times. Just as I expected, the wolf husband's eyes opened, though I couldn't tell you if he just woke up or not. I waggled the massive, purloined cock and balls of his husband at him, waving goodbye, and then vanished. As I skedaddled, I heard the mutual shouting, one deep and rich and bear-itone, and one much higher, howls of shock and horror at the realization that Mister Bear was gonna need new gym shorts.

Some time later, back at my home, a machine I 3D printed with some schematics from the internet beeped in the basement. I went down, sipping at my evening whiskey. The finished product lay steaming in the output tray. I touched it, to make sure that it was firmly set. It was. I picked it up.

The bear had weeks of sperm stashed in those nuts, and now each one of those had been permanently frozen in a synthetic, transparent silicon resin. It was amazing; the cock was entirely rubbery to the touch, with no waxy after-touch or anything. Holding the bear's cock and balls in my hand, it felt like they were still attached to the bear. I took them to my shelf. There was a stallion, his cock two feet long and aiming for the ceiling, flared in an orgasm that had unfortunately never come for him. A bear's heavy tackle, still wearing the golden rings that he had been wearing on his bachelor night, the day before he would have started his life as a father and husband to his best friend. And the interesting, inverted equipment of a black kangaroo, who had unfortunately done nothing wrong but been on the metro with me one crowded night when I was doing a speed-run challenge. I hadn't expected him to be packing quite as much as he was, and he hadn't been expecting that hand job in a dark tunnel to end with the feeling of his entire package being sliced off. Life is full of surprises.

The bear's junk stood up between the other three, jutting just as it had from between his legs, but now, instead of being shown to the entire world, it would only be shown to me.