Orlando works as a bouncer at one of the hottest clubs in town to supplement his income as a personal trainer. It doesn’t hurt that all the hottest ladies see him at the front of the club deciding who gets in. He loves wearing his tight shirts and showing off the muscles he has worked hard to get in the gym.
There’ve been a lot of rumors running around town that there is a new gay club coming in. Nobody really knew much about it and Orlando surely didn’t plan to leave his cushy gig. However, someone passed him a card for a club named “Bär” with a note on the back that said, “Give me a call, Jonas”, with a phone number. So much was happening that Orlando didn’t even see who passed him the card.
The next day, Orlando called the number and a deep, masculine voice answered. “This is Jonas, how can I help you?” The voice had a clearly European accent, probably German. “Yes, hello,” Orlando said, “My name is Orlando. I received a card with this number.” “Oh yes,” Jonas said, “I would love to talk to you about a job at my new club. I’ve had some folks out scouting and I heard you are excellent at your job. Would you be interested in coming in to talk?” Orlando wasn’t really sure, but after Jonas offered to double his pay - his interest changed. They agreed they would meet up at the new club space the next day.
As Orlando approached the space, the door opened and a huge man came out. He was well dressed, in his 50s with grey hair and a flat top cut. His grey beard and deep set, dark eyes added to his masculine vibes. “Hello, Orlando. I’m Jonas, please come in”, the man said. It was clear that Jonas came from either a powerlifting or strongman environment. He was absolutely massive. He had a huge shoulder and back and a thick bull neck. Orlando got a good view as he passed him as he entered the door.
As they sat across from one another at the table, Jonas prepped and lit a thick cigar. He poured himself a whiskey and offered the same to Orlando. Orlando refused saying he had to return to the gym in a while. Jonas took a draw on his cigar and smiled.
“I brought you here because I am looking to open the best gay bar in the world,” Jonas stated, “however, it will not be the typical bar or club. Not only will we cater to a specific type of man, I will be hiring an International staff that will appeal to the clientele.” Orlando asked, “What does that mean?” Jonas took another long haul on his cigar, adding to the smoke already in the room and said, “Bär means bear in German, my boy. Assuming you’re not familiar, bears are typically bigger, hairy men. There are all kinds of opportunities here - leather, rubber, and uniform nights, as well. I also plan to have the place designated as a cigar bar so folks can smoke inside.”
“That sounds interesting, but I don’t know that it’s really my scene,” Orlando started, “For one thing, I’m not gay. For another, I may be Latino, but I’m from the Midwest. I barely speak Spanish.” “That’s not a problem,” Jonas said. Orlando interrupted him adding, “I also don’t smoke, so it’s clear that I’m not a good fit for this place.” “Oh, my boy, you think I’m offering you this opportunity?”, Jonas stated, “I chose you for the staff myself. Your choices are not an option. You will be our head of security.”
“I don’t understand and I think I should leave,” Orlando said as his head started pulsing. He tried to stand up, but a sudden dizzy spell made him sit back down and say, “I don’t feel so good.” “It’s ok, my boy,” Jonas stated, “it’s my cigar smoke. It’s a very special blend that I found along my travels. It makes men very susceptible to my words and when you smoke one yourself, it will allow me to make some changes. My words and your mind will help you to become who I wish you to be.” “This is not right…” Orlando tried to pull himself together to make another attempt to leave, but he couldn’t.
“Here, my Bull. Take this cigar and a drink, it will all be better soon,” Jonas said while prepping a cigar and pouring Orlando a whiskey. Orlando held the cigar while Jonas explained to him how to toast and light it properly. He felt compelled to smoke it. As he did, Jonas told him, “I need a head of security who will be a proper task master. He will need to know when to take control of a situation, have no problem being aggressive when necessary, and know how to handle himself in a fight.” As Orlando heard these things, his face and posture changed. His brow furrowed, he crossed his arms and sat up straight, as well as his cigar planted itself naturally in the side of his jaw.
“He will be in charge of himself and others, unafraid to show others he is in control at all times. He will enjoy disciplining others and ensuring people follow the rules,” Jonas continued, “He is in his mid to late 40s, Russian, former military, extremely muscular and unafraid to show it off.” Orlando’s already muscular body seemed to inflate as his chest, arms, and lats gained a layer of light fat of an off-season bodybuilder or powerlifter. His hair receded and greyed. Also, his memory of knowing both English and Spanish started phasing away from his brain with every haul he took on the cigar. Instead, replaced with his native language of Russian and the basic English he learned when he moved to the US.
“Lastly, he is a fireplug of a man. 5’8”, with thick legs, a taught ass, and sizable cock,” Jonas continued. Orlando’s body shifted in his chair as he shrunk from 6’2” to 5’8” and his body proportion maintained his muscularity. His legs spread in order to allow for room for his 8” uncut beer can cock to breathe. The former Orlando asked in a new deep baritone with a heavy Russian accent, “So what do we do next, Boss?” “Well, Valery, my Bull, we need to meet your new General Manager.” Bull took a deep haul on his cigar, exhaling the smoke, then said, “This should be fun. I hope I get to break him in.”
Jonas and Bull walk into another room of the bar. There is a man sitting there blankly smoking a cigar. He looks lost, vacant, as if he is awaiting instructions as the cigar does its work. “Bull, this is Brad,” Jonas said in his German accent, “he is one of the top club managers in the city. I chose him to help make sure I can enjoy myself and not have to be ‘in charge’ all the time.” Bull said, “He is a little, puny man. I could break him.” Jonas laughed, then said, “I promise that will change in the near future. Watch and learn.”
Jonas turned to the man, who seemed to be fighting each haul on the cigar between his fingers. “So, Brad,” Jonas said, “have you calmed down so we can talk more about the club and the ideas you have?” “I still don’t understand why you are doing this to me,” Brad responded. “Because I can, young man,” Jonas said, “We need you. You have an excellent eye for talent and all of the clubs you have worked with have been successful. You are a perfect addition to our staff. Don’t you think so, Bull?” Bull responded, with his cigar planted in his jaw as he took a puff, “I don’t see it, Boss. Don’t know that he is man enough.”
That seemed to set Brad off somewhat. He stood up, towering over Bull’s 5’8” frame with his own 6’0” stature that grew to 6’3” before his eyes. He cocked his neck downward to ensure Bull realized he was looking down at the Russian powerlifter saying, “If you’re going to be reporting to me,” Brad said, “You need to show some respect.” Bull turned his head upward, took a haul on his cigar and removed it from his jaw, blowing it directly into Brad’s face. Jonas said nothing, just watching how the scenario played out.
Brad put his cigar into his mouth and then placed both hands on Bull’s thick shoulders and started pressing down on them. “If you plan to work for me,” he said, “I expect loyalty and respect. Apologize.” Bull, not one to back down in his newly enhanced state, relented. Something about this man - as he continued to add some bulk to his frame, but still nowhere as muscle bound as Bull - made him the Alpha of the place. Even though Bull was a top in every other situation, this man had his number. He had to obey.
Bull started to undo Brad’s belt when Jonas finally intervened, saying, “Men, you will have plenty of time to play and get to know each other better. For now, Fergus, why don’t you come with me and change into your uniform?” Brad reacted to the strange name, but followed Jonas like a baby. When Jonas returned, Bull looked at him like a lost puppy. “I promise you will like him even more when he comes back.”
A few minutes later, dressed in a Muir cap, leather shirt, leather kilt, and black boots, Fergus returned. With his cigar in his mouth and a smile on his face, he lifted his kilt to flash his 10”, thick, uncut cock at Bull. Removing the cigar from his mouth, now framed by a ginger beard that was starting to come in, the new Fergus smiled and said with a Scottish burr, “I wanted to prove to you that I wear my kilt in the authentic way.” Bull licked his lips, thinking to himself in Russian, “Bкусные!” (Delicious!)
Jonas interrupted the flirt-fest by handing each man a glass of whiskey. “Let’s toast to the leadership of Bär!” The men clinked their glasses and each took a sip. Jonas continued, “We have some more appointments coming in today. We have a staff to pull together. The sooner, the better.”
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