Reader Request: Bear Model Spanked

I had a request! And since I rarely get comments, I aim to please! I wrote this story for a pal into spanking."Karl Kodry" is based on him. Now that I've re-read it for the first tim in awhile, I've realized it's pretty hot!

Bear Model Spanked


"Karl Kodry? KARL KODRY!?!?"

"Yeah, that dude in the red singlet. The editor wants to devote a whole issue of WOOF to him."

Andrew stared balefully at the image. It was of a beefy bear-type. Barrel chest, big bouncy buns, thick legs and arms, and a boyishly handsome bearded face with a twinkle in the eye. All wrapped up in a skintight spandex wrestling singlet, making his bod look painted. Just sexy as hell. And Andy knew him. He knew this guy. It was Karl Kodry. The man who was now with Andy's ex. Now – Andy and Eric had split before Eric had gotten with Karl. It actually wasn't Karl's fault at all that they had broken up. But Andy could be a petty sort. Sure, he was already in a new relationship. He and Eric just hadn't worked out. But Andy HATED to lose. And truth be told, Karl's extreme hotness made Andy a little uncomfortable. Word was that Karl was actually a nice sort, almost nerdy in his friendliness and earnestness. He had been a linebacker in college, and had even come out senior year, and had a huge fanbase even though he didn't go on to the pros and took a job as a coach at his alma mater. Even straight guys had lauded Karl for his bravery and prowess on the field. Blech. Andy rolled his eyes. Karl needed to be taken down a peg or two. Just for fun.

"So we're shooting at 10 tomorrow. I can be in to..." his assistant was saying until Andy interrupted him.

"Uh no. Actually, I'll handle this one alone cuz' I need you to scout locations for the Heath Jordan shoot. You CAN do me a favor, though. I've got several different styling and scenario ideas for this Karl guy, just not sure which one. I need ya to go to the props department, costume department, the party store and the supermarket for me."

His assistant grinned.

"Wow, he's getting the full treatment, huh?"

Andrew returned the grin with one of his own that would make the Grinch duck under a table.

"Yep."

****

Andy had set up the various areas of the studio for today's events. He was just finishing up when the downstairs buzzer rang. He answered it, and a gruff but friendly voice said it was Karl and that he was here for the photoshoot. Perfect, Andy thought. He said hi and buzzed him in.

Karl Kodry was just...imagine the perfect musclebear specimen. That's him. But he had an aw shucks, bashful quality about him that made mens' hearts flutter. He came in sort of nervously, snug jeans, workboots, backwards baseball cap and a cutoff t-shirt that showed off his biceps. A shamrock tattoo emblazoned one bicep.

"Hey, I'm Karl." He shook hands with Eric as he looked around, noticing some of the set decorations. "Wild, man." And chuckled.

"Andy. We're really happy you could make it, man. The editor really wants you as coverbutt...I mean boy." Andy said. Ooops.

"I'm happy to be here. It's been a tough year, and I could use the cash. So I'm yours."

Oh you have NO idea, Andy though evilly.

"So your assistant said just wear casual stuff, this ok?" Karl asked, nervously gesturing to his manly cut-off t-shirt. There wasn't a trace of artifice about him. A lot of "bears" spend hours trying to look as casually masculine as possible. Andy could tell it just came naturally to Karl. He was sorta jealous. Andy was no slouch in the looks department but Karl was just...KARL.

"Well, actually, I have a lot of costumes for you to try on. See we're going to do something fairly arty today. I have a bunch of scenarios I wanted to shoot. Some of them might seem a little...silly...to you. But if you bear with me, I am going to make you look hot and I just know we're going to get a ton of great shots for the magazine. Also, some of the other men's magazines regularly contact us for model suggestions...so if you play your cards right and cooperate...I mean, enjoy yourself, we could probably get you the hookup."

Karl's eyes widened at the thought of more modeling gigs. He could be bashful, but a coach's salary just wasn't cutting it. He wanted to buy his own place, and start saving for the future for him and Eric. This could be great. Ok, whatever they ask of me, I'm doing it, he promised himself.

"So we're gonna play with you in scenarios that kind of challenge your masculinity. Come over here with me..."

Andy walked him over to....a nursery? It was true. It was a movie set that looked like a little baby's room. Pink and blue on the walls. Stuffed animals. A playpen. A crib. A rocking chair. But everything was enlarged adult size. Karl looked around, disbelieving.

"Uh..." he started.

Andy cracked up.

"I know, I know..." we're going to dress you as a little kid and take some really cute pics. It might challenge you, but it's going to be adorable. Trust me. I've laid everything out for you in the dressing room. Go in there, and change, and come back out and we'll get started." 

Suddenly Andy was sort of firmly shoving Karl towards the dressing room, not giving him time to protest. He closed the door behind him, and Andy could feel something stirring in his pants. Oh, this was going to be funny. And hot.

***

"Uh, dude?"

Andy turned, and had to lock every muscle in his body to keep from laughing. Karl stood there, not the masculine ex-football playing musclebear, but as an overgrown fetish baby. His top half was ENCASED in a cottony halfshirt that read BIG BOY across the top. It didnt fit him, it was almost like a bikini top on him, and his beefy bear belly stuck out under it. On his butt was a giant puffy diaper with crinkly gathers at the thighs. It rustled when he moved and made his butt look HUGE. There were blue mittens on his hands without fingers which means that he was going to have a helluva time getting undressed since he had gotten those on. On his feet were booties that matched the mittens. The crowning achievement was a propeller hat on his head that was strapped there. The propellor spun lazily whenever Karl moved his head, seeming to mock him.

"This is a joke right? Am I on some kind of reality prank show?"

Just the one in my pants, Andy though. Oh, and the one that I'm shooting for myself on the hidden cameras I have around the studio.

"Hah ha ha, no you look great. This is going to be so cute, and cool. C'mere."

Karl, blushing, advanced onto the nursery set. Andy noted with delight that the diaper was so big, it made Karl bowlegged and required him to WADDLE.

"Man, this is weird. The diaper is sort of on my butt and junk, man. It almost feels..."

"Snug?" Andy asked, suppressing a laugh.

"Well, yeah. Dude, I'm waddling. Look, I'm not sure I can do...this is kinda.."

"Ok, let's take some preliminary shots. Here." Andy passed Karl a giant lollipop he had hidden from view until now.

"Uh, oh man, you gotta be kidding. Am I being hazed?"

Yep, Andy thought and oh, his dick was twitching. Luckily he had worn a loose dress shirt that covered his crotch.

Andy took several pics of the embarrassed Karl in his adult baby get-up. He made Karl lick the lollipop, do cute shy poses, and even made him do one where he grabbed his diapered butt as if he had to go potty really bad. Jesus, these are gonna be so funny, Andy though. Especially when they get online.

The potty pose had really thrown Karl for a loop. He felt like maybe this wasn't what he wanted to be doing.

"Andy, look, I don't want to be a pain. But this baby thing is weirding me out. I feel pervy. I'm gonna get changed, now. Can we just do some regular shots?" he asked and started for the dressing room. Andy quickly moved to follow Karl, crouched down and pulled two threads, one on each of Karl's baby booties. Karl felt something shift in them, as he took another step, something pointed was jabbing into his sole!

"OW! OW! What the hell?" The other foot too, something had been released in the booties. Standing on his feet HURT all of a sudden! He awkward went down on one knee and then the other, then sat down on his big puffy diapered butt.

"What the fuck is going on?" he asked, angry but still fearful. He knew his face was turning red because there was a full length mirror right in front of him, depicting him to himself as giant blushing bearbutt baby.

"Oh, yeah, see, I'm .... good at certain things. I can engineer some interesting stuff. There's some pretty pointy pebbles that I had hidden in a cloth compartment in your booties, and i just opened em'. So, uh, walking is going to hurt. Better just to sit on your fat ass or crawl, dude. Heh."

Karl's eyes widened.

"Fuck that. This shoot is over. You're some kind of goddamn freak!" He moved to take off the booties, but realized with a jolt that he couldn't. His satiny baby mittens were too..satiny...and they rendered him fingerless. And they just slid off the booties. He looked up at Andy with panic in his face.

"I can't get em' off! I can't use my hands! Get me outta this!"

"I know. That was kinda the plan. See, Fat Ass, uh, well you're going to do this photoshoot. You're going to do every single thing I say, wear whatever I want, and do whatever I want so I can get the perfect pictures of a big butted baby bear. Or else."

"Or else what?"

"Well, I know for a fact that your boyfriend really really likes the good life and you can't make that much on a coach's salary and we have a TON of contacts at WOOF. I can make you a popular and high-earning bear model like THAT. Oh, and I've been recording this entire day so far on hidden cameras. I wonder what your friends, family and coworkers would think if they saw you in that getup."

"I...I...." Karl didn't know what to do. There he was, STUCK In a humiliating baby costume. He couldn't even stand! And it was true, he loved Eric but was always afraid he was going to lose him because Eric had a taste for the finer things in life. And him being the gay defensive coach was one thing but this psycho could make it look like he was some sort of kinky adult baby! He could edit film and photo anyway he chose! He was screwed. God, he was sitting there in big puffy diaper, clenching his big hairy buns in humiliatiion and frustration.

"I...I... nothing, dipshit. Your overgrown ass is mine. Now, did I hear you call me a freak.?"

Karl froze.

"Look I was...upset. I'll do whatever you say..ok? Just let's do this and get it over with..."

"Well, it's not going to be over with anytime soon. I have your body and mind for a whole day of fun and games. Now crawl over to that rocking chair," Andy said devilishly.

Karl went to stand, but winced as a pointy rock impaled his tender feet in his booties. He groaned inwardly and began crawling like a little baby over to the rocking chair in the fake nursery room. He knew that his already big bear butt looked GIGANTIC as it pointed upwards in his white diaper. Oh, this sucked! That diapered butt made a perfect target, as Andy demonstrated by placing one foot on his butt and SHOVING Karl towards the nursery set-up.

"DOH!" Karl yelled in surprised as he felt his butt booted and scrambled and skittered for balance. Around the rocking chair were some bowls of baby food. put aside for props. Guess who landed bearded face first in one? Strained carrots.

SPLORCH!

"MMPPGGHHRH!" Karl said through his baby food bowl.

"You suck!" he told Andy as he reared up, and Andy roughly wiped his oranged glopped face with a dish towel, laughing uproariously.

"Sorry, man, I couldn't resist! Your butt is just so big in that diaper. Perfect target. Baby doesn't like his num nums? Heh."

Karl grumbled, as he kneeled, wiping his face off. What a revoltin' development this turned out to be.

"What now?" he asked, noticing a camera set up on a tripod in front of the chair, an open basket of some sort that he couldn't see into beside the chair, and a remote control for the camera on a sidetable beside the rocking chair.

"Well, you did call Daddy a 'freak'....that was naughty." Andy said, his eyes amused but chilly.

Oh shit, Karl thought.

******

Minutes later, Andy was comfortably seated in the big rocking chair, with a big beefy baby over his lap. Karl had never been so humiliated in his life, or so he thought. Here he was, a former defensive lineman and manly man, with his hairy body, dressed like a toddler with a PROPELLOR BEANIE and DIAPER on, butt up and over another man's lap. And he HAD to go along with it. He was STUCK In this baby outfit due to these damn mittens on his hands! 

The only way to get out of this humiliating predicament was if Andy let him out. And he knew what this position was for. Oh please, he wouldn't, would he?

"First off, you said 'goddamn' which is a swear word, Junior. We need to take care of that dirty mouth." Andy reached for something in the bag of tricks beside the chair.

"What do you mean take care of...MMPPRGHGGHGHGH!!" He was cut off by the giant bar of soap in the shape of a dildo that was stuffed in his bearded mouth. BLECH! It tasted awful! 

And it was shaped like a dick. Karl was very into dick normally, but not in this situation!

"Mmppghghgghrhrrh?" he asked, pleading.

Andy, who was kinky as hell and had done this before, was good at gag talk, knew exactly what he had said.

"How long do you have to keep that in your big mouth, buttface? As long as I say. Hmm, what else do we have in here. You know you've been looking a little peaked since we started our little modeling session." Andy was rummaging in the bag with one hand but also doing something to the back of Karl's diaper with the other. All of a sudden, Karl felt air on his buttcheeks. The diaper had a butt flap! AND ANDY HAD OPENED IT! This guy was some sort of sick genius! He hadn't noticed any kind of seam when he put it on!

"Now, we need to keep you in tip top shape and a healthy baby, little Karl." he said mockingly, as he stared hungrily at the perfect set of buns in front of him. Big, beefy, bouncy with some great muscle tone. A nice coating of hair, Andy loved it when he discovered that the combination of humiliation and having to hold a soap dildo in his mouth was making Karl's rear end, clench and flex, bounce and wriggle. And it would be bouncing even more before this part of the day was over. Andy made sure to click the remote for the camera several times during their play. Still shots of this would be almost as sexy as video.

Karl clenched his asscheeks in frustration, being barebutted like this, dressed as a baby, and in a spanking position...he had never felt more humiliated. But something else was happening too. All this delicious (well to Andy) humiliation was making him....hard? Karl had a submissive side that he had never expressed to anyone. Not even Eric. It was a deep, dark, secret. Oh please don't let him see that my body is betraying me by getting off on this, Karl though – moaning with humiliation inside.

And yes, you guessed it, Andy produced a big candy cane thick thermometer. Perfect for taking the rectal temperature of big jock bears. Karl felt a chilly glob of vaseline being poked around his buttcrack and then into his hole. Andy took the soap out of Karl's mouth. He wanted to hear pleading.

"Please, dude, I'm not sick. Please don't do this to me. You can't...I'm a grown man..." Karl wailed, his body shivering with embarrassment.

"If you don't behave you won't get the toy! And hey, at least I used lube..." Andy reasoned, as he slowly and firmly slid the thermometer into Karl's butthole.

"OOOHHH!!!" Karl moaned, as the rounded glass implement hit home, he actually felt himself squirming and trying to relax his buttcheeks to accept the humiliating thermometer. He was subconsciously willing his bod to accquiesce to the humiliation!

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHH!" Andy laughed. The dude looked so silly (and hot). All done up in baby gear, STUCK in baby gear, with a big glass thermometer stucking out of his butt and waving hello everytime Karl shimmyed his buttcheeks to get comfortable. He was helpless.

"Good boy, no temp. you're right as rain," Andy cooed. As he slowly slid the thermometer out of Karl's ass, leaving Karl feeling almost empty and deflated. Karl slumped across Andy's lap. Was this EVER going to end?

"And like I said, if you were good, you get the toy...." Andy reached into the bag for another devilish tool to further humiliated bear Karl, whose muscular, hairy thighs and legs ending in baby booties kicked helplessly .

Andy waved something in front of Karl's handsome, but blushing and soap-foamed face. It was a rattle. Ok..? It made a rattling noise.

"You...uh...want me to hold that?" Karl asked cautiously, looking back over his shoulder at his tormentor.

"Yes, but not how you would think," Andy said as he unveiled the other end of the rattle. Which ended in shiny plastic dildo.

"NOOOOOOOO!!!" Karl groaned, as Andy used the remaining lube to his advantage and popped the specially designed rattle into Karl's waiting butthole.

And there is stood, a gaily ribboned, blue baby rattle, sticking out of the backside of a big beary man. Oh, and Karl didn't need to ask. There was more.

"You were a good boy, so play with your toy now." Andy said as he flipped a switch on the top of the rattle.

"Oh, no...oh please n-n-n-n-n-n-n-no..." as Karl felt the dildo stuck in his bum begin to vibrate. To twist. To oscillate. To turn. To throb in his butthole. To activate his prostate. And the rattle was rattling! It sounded like a 1000 rattlesnakes as Karl was made to dance and wiggle his big beefy body on Andy's lap. Andy, who couldn't stop laughing at Karl's predicament. As he was helpless to the rattle's ministrations. Karl become a bucking adult baby bronco on Andy's lap.

"Ooooo! oooooo god! h-h-h-h-help! t-t-t – ttt-ake it outttt! PPPPLEEASE!!" Andy begged as his butt wobbled and bobbled like two hairy jello molds with the humiliating baby rattle sticking out of it. All you could hear was buzzing and rattling (the rattle), pleading and moaning (Karl, who was hard a rock and throbbing now due to his prostate being massaged by the fiendish device), and laughing (Andy). Karl's bobbling buttcheeks actually clenched around the rattle. Despite his abject mortification, his body wanted off. His body wanted to GET off, rather.

"Oh....FFFFUCK YOU, ANDY!" Karl bellowed. He was close. He could feel it.

All of a sudden, the rattle switched off. And was plopped out of his ass.

"Wha-?" Karl asked wearily. God, he was so close to cumming! That bastard! BLUE BALLS! This exercise in humiliation was draining.

"Did I hear you use naughty words? AGAIN?" Andy asked like a stern father but grinning.

"Oh, please, I didn't mean-....not, the soap dick, not the soap dick again...that tasted.."

Andy took something out of the bag, something new. Karl stopped begging for a second to look at it. It was a ping pong paddle. Karl's heart sunk. He had been in this position for a reason after all.

"I think I need to make a lasting impression on you about swearing being unacceptable. big boy."

Andy began rubbing the paddle across Karl's hairy buns. Karl covered his face with his hands. This was really happening.

"Now, everytime I smack your bum, I want to hear 'I am a big fat assed baby who loves getting his butt smacked! Ok?"

"Fuck that." Karl said, finding some spirit within him somewhere. Which was quickly doused with the first spank.

SWACK!

"OWOWOWOWOWO! Ok Ok, Im a big baby who loves getting his butt smacked!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"What are you?"

"Fat-assed! Oh god, Im a fat ass! Im a fat ass baby who likes getting his butt smacked!"

SMACK SMACK SMACK!

"Good boy. Hee."

And on it went. Karl's ass bounced and flexed under the stinging slaps of the ping pong paddle. Andy unleashed a symphony of smacks on Karl's defenseless hairy buttcakes. Karl wiggled and wobbled jiggled and joggled. He moaned, begged, cried, wept, and finally came, creating a pool of jizz in his humiliating diaper that Andy made him suck dry later.

SMACK SMACK SMACK! Man, those buns bounced, turning rose, then pink, and then a nice cherry red.

"Wow, an actual apple bottom." Andy said with relish as he paddled Karl's ass good. Karl had the best butt for spanking that Andy had ever seen. And he made such wonderful gyrations with his ass when he was trying to escape his spanking. The propeller on Karl's humiliating toddler beanie spun as if excited.

"YEOW! I'm a- OWCH! FAT ASS! Baby! OOOOO PLEASE!!!" SMACK SMACK SMACK, as Karl blubbered and finally shot his huge load. He finally collapsed, laying absolutely defeated and spent, red ass high, across Andy's lap. The spanking was the goal from hour one. Andy felt pleased with himself. A job well done.

Well, almost done. Andy did always want to use the adult size baby swing. You know the one where babies bounce in a doorway in a seat with bungee cords? Yes, he made Karl get into that. And spanked him swinging. Karl was like a nude assed pendulum in baby clothes not believing this was happening to him. SMACK OW SWING SMACK OW SWING! He couldn't escape the paddle! His ass was forced was to come back for more! The footage of that was going to be AMAZING on humiliatedguyz.blogspot.com.

***

Karl walked gingerly out of the dressing room. Andy had helped him get the bondage mittens off so he could get out of his humiliating baby costume. God, pulling his briefs and jeans up over his big spanked ass hadn't been fun. He winced as his buttcheeks shifted. What was he going to tell Eric about why his ass was so red and he wouldn't sit down?

"Karl, you were an EXCELLENT model."

"Thanks," Karl said sulkily, as Andy passed him his check.

"Well, see you next week."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, well, you're coming back next week for round two. Or else, I don't hook you up with my contacts, and you go on YouTube."

"But...but..."

"Exactly!" Andy said grinning, as he slammed the door in Karl's face.

END