Chapter 1

Jack was a twenty something bear, handsome, hairy, bearded but carrying those extra pounds along with a healthy amount of muscle. He beamed confidence and was not afraid to show it wherever he was, what ever he was doing. He had little regard for the haters and size queens which fill Grindr. His well groomed beard and slick back hair were his mask and as long as these were looked good all was okay in the world. His work outs at the gym were patchy at best, but he loved going to the gym or pool if nothing else for the view.

Jack was not a huge fan of the gay dating apps, due to the haters, the moaners and the guys only looking for a one night stand. However Jack knew he had to persist as there was very little chance of meeting an eligible bachelor in his small rural village. Jack knew eventually it would be his passport to freedom, a sentence which needed to be served. Jack knew if he went though enough profiles and enough meets his Mr Right would come along in the long run eventually. It was a process a right of passage if you like. Jack had the standard mind numbing retail job and would go into work, dreaming of better more fulfilling life. He saw all his straight mates, meet girls, get married and have kids. He had lost count of all the invites he had for weddings, christenings or baby showers. He felt very much left behind, life was not right for Jack and it did not seem fair. However Jack saw this as his lot, it was what came as a standard for the ‘gay lifestyle’.

Jack would turn up at the high end ladies clothes store he worked at everyday, knowing he would serve fussy up market ladies everyday. Often he would see the Husband trailing along behind, exhausted and carrying the bags filled with luxury items. He would give them a sympathetic glaze as he caught the men’s eyes. Jack always thought ‘poor bastards’, so under the thumb of there partners. These men looked like submissive drones following there partners behind while they tried on 10 different dresses, they stood there exhausted being asked every time ‘honey how do I look in this?’ Knowing it was a deeply charged question. Knowing the only real answer is ‘you look great’ and any other answer would get there women’s scorn. Then these men would commit an act of submission at the check outs handing over there credit cards, knowing there card would be charged with hundreds of pounds. Which would probably take them hours and hours to earn that money back. Sexual slavery and domination in another form.

Jack was determined he would never be a sexual submissive in any form. Whether that be money, control or denial of pleasure. Jack did not see himself as a dominant either. He saw himself as a regular gay guy into regular ‘fun’ with other men. However this begged a question what is regular? Jack knew he was a top, he knew trusting another man with the most sensitive part of his body never felt like an option. And was off the menu. He just could not build trust with any guy to allow him into that hole. Let alone get pounded. However when Jack was alone he did experiment down there.

These men who came into the shop and spend hundreds of pounds on there ‘princesses’ would always intrigue him, it was clearly money which they could not afford. It wasn’t like it was for a special occasion he would see the same couples, week in and week out spending the same amount of money each time making sure they had the latest in trend dress ready for Saturday night. Jack would sit at his cashiers desk quietly observing all his customers. Jack would mostly see chubby men like himself with small petite young women who were half there age, clearly some unusual sort of arrangement in place. Other times they would be young muscled men with women around the same age. They were clearly the popular influencer type couples. These men caught Jack’s eyes and he was always careful not to stare across his desk for too long, as not to get caught. But Jack’s imagination would run wild thinking about these muscle bound men, wondering if any of them were bi or heavily tattooed or even indulged in some prostate play, secretly.

Although Jack did not like Grindr and the constant comments he would receive about his weight from others, it always intrigued him to see who else was online and what else was going on. Jack would have his mobile under the counter checking out Grindr. Occasionally receiving the odd message, normally asking for his ‘dick pic’. But every now and again it would result in the odd constructive conversation. But was mostly time wasters who would chat for a bit, then say your not my type.

The days we’re normally long and boring with very little to pass the time. Jack would spend his breaks browsing his phone, just like your average twenty something.