"Wait a sec, bear," your visitor commands you. "I got some other gear for you. Put it on too," his tone leaves no room for objection. The newcomer grabs a leather bag from outside the door and tosses it to you. "Get dressed," he growls, "If you're not down in five minutes, I'm coming up and your ass will regret it."
Terrified you take the bag back upstairs with you, too afraid to disobey the huge man. You return to the bathroom where you dropped the cursed harness and jock strap. You hold up the excuse for clothing when another command comes from below, "You got four minutes now, bear." You wish he would stop calling you a bear, but you play along in hopes you'll find a way out of this mess soon.
You quickly put the jock and harness back on, dismayed at how comfortable you feel in it. You open the bag as your intruder reminds you that three minutes remain. The bag's contents give you pause. It contains more black leather gear. You find rugged boots, a vest, ass-less chaps, and a biker cap. The two minute warning booms out.
You don't want to do this but you don't see any alternative. You don the bag's contents and take a look at yourself in the mirror. A hairy man in leather looks back at you. Your jock is still visible along with its prodigious bulge. You turn around to take in your bare, furry ass.
You try not to think of yourself as a leather bear as you descend the stairs to face your visitor.