Good Lumberjack, Bad Lumberjack

Part 1

The rain sounded like pellets against the nylon walls of our tent. I was naked under some covers. We shared a sleeping bag. Bear had just stood up a moment ago. Our tent was big, but Bear was tall, so he had to stoop as he was moving towards the door. He just finished the last of the zipper and said:

“I’ll be just a jiff” he said in his charming British accent.

Bear definitely wasn’t your typical “bear” type. He wasn’t round, overweight, nor was he a furry omnivore. He was a 6’5” muscular ex-special forces. Even though he retired from the service, Bear kept in great shape! I loved watching him work out. He only used his body weight, and sometimes when I was around, he would ask me to sit on back whenever he did push-ups.

He worked as a lumberjack now ever to make due, but he didn’t really need the money. When he left the service, they gave him a huge package (even though he already has a huge package!). No, the reason he worked as a lumberjack was that he only felt at home outdoors. He was masculine as you can imagine: stoic, strong, tall, muscular, and he always knew what to do.

If you were wondering about his name, he earned his name during his time in the service. When they were camping out in the forests during a tactical mission, an aggravated grizzly bear pounced on one of Bear’s mates. Bear fought off the grizzly bear before it did too much damage. His friend only lost an arm, and Bear had this long scar on his right shoulder blade. I loved when he told me that story, it was so exhilarating imaging him risk his life. More importantly, I loved seeing the scar, it reminded me that he was a MAN. No matter how you hide it, all MEN are primal animals underneath. And all MEN must be served by a sissy in order to keep balance. It is the natural law. Those who are born “men” but fail to become the alpha must submit as a cum slut hole for the alpha male.

I was a shrimp, nobody cared about me, I was bullied all throughout school because my body resembled a girl. I was 5’5”, Asian, scrawny, with a feminine looking face. At first I hated this aspect of me, but I learned that it was my destiny to be born as an Asian sissy so that I can please the sissy desires of the white male. It is not by chance the white male became the dominant race, it is because they are superior in every respect. Their brains are smarter. Their bodies are taller. Their muscles are larger. Their cocks are bigger.

Picture this: A small, smooth skin Asian boy laying in bed with a tall, muscular alpha white male. And he was holding me, making me feel like I was his. I was his, my destiny is to please alphas. And the alpha chose me. He had been making out with me for the past hour, stroking my sissy clit, edging me, then stopping always just before I would come. I would put my palm on his hair chest, pulling on his hair and staring at him, asking him to let me cum by the way I was looking at him.

I was on my back, thinking of the day I spent with Alpha earlier today. We spent the day fishing (well, Bear fished. I was tanning nude on the sand bed), skinny dipping, and hiking. Ouch. My ankle got sprained a little from the hike and it still hurt even now when I moved it a little. Bear took such good care of me at the time when I first told him I was hurt. When he heard my little cry, he quickly ran back to me (He was always ahead, always leading and making sure it was safe before we went deeper into the forest), and kneeled on the ground as he assessed my injury. His hands were so big. He put my foot on his knee so he could inspect it closer, and he rolled up my khakis. He felt the bump on my ankle and I twitched a little.

“That’s not looking so good, we should go back.” He said.

“Oh, but you wanted to go to the top today.”

“That’s okay honey, I can always do it later. I don’t want to risk your health.”

Then he looked at me so intently. He rolled up my pant sleeve up to my knee, and he felt my smooth lower leg. His warm, large, callused hands running through my leg made me feel like the sissy slut I was. I bit my nails and looked at him. He romantically picked me up. Bear didn’t want a one-and-done deal. He could have always that, but he didn’t want it. He wanted to properly groom his sissy sluts.

“Come on, let’s go back down.”

He carried me in an arms carry position about two miles down until we reached back to the campsite. I was resting my head on his beating chest the entire time, listening to his breath, feeling his chest move as he breathed, and smelling his perspiration—I can hear Bear unzipping the tent door now.

He enters the tent completely drenched. He tosses the waterproof nylon bag in the middle of the tent. He quickly zips up the door. I loved seeing him turned around. I was a bottom, but I still loved seeing how an Alpha looked from behind, the wide back, the muscular ass, and his strong arms.

“Well, aren’t you going to get dressed? I’m waiting…”

“Yes, I will.”

He moved in a stooped posture to the cooler on the other side of the tent and pulled out a tallboy, closed the cooler lid, sat down on the cooler, then cracked open the can. Even sitting, his head was nearly touching the top. He was already erect, but he didn’t stroke himself.

I got out of the sheets and stood up. I was completely naked. Seeing Alpha look at me that way, muscular, drinking his beer, rain trailing down his neck, chest… it made me feel like a beta sissy that was only good for one thing: pleasing the Alpha. He didn’t keep his eyes off me. It made me feel like the prettiest girl in the world, and such a princess.

End of Part 1

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