Get Lucky (Loner and Bartender)

You are eyeing the loner, figuring he would be the easiest target to get. The bartender is keeping a decent eye on him, but he kepts getting distracted by the other patrons. While the older men swamp the young bartender with refills of beer and food orders, you approach the young man.

"Hello beautiful." you say, slipping into the seat across from him, "Could you use some company?"

Surprisingly, the young man perks up when you speak to him instead of shying away like most of your lonely conquests. He gives a high pitch giggle, a side-effect of all the **** he's consumed tonight. "'Ello stranger." he says, voice slurring, "You... You've been watchin' me."

"Hard not too." you say, stirring your drink, "A beauty like you catches everyone's eye."

Again, he giggles. His face grows somber in a flash though. "You don't gotta lie." he says, his voice now on the verge of tears, "I'm not... Not pretty... Gonna get me arrested."

"The police can't arrest you for being ugly." you say, finding the chance to slip two tiny pills into his drink as he looks away from you, "Not that you are, beauty that you are."

He gently shakes his head. "No one wants me." he says, bottom lip trembling, "They... They think I'm ugly... Gonna run out of time. My... My brother..." he pauses, pointing to the bartender, "He... He giving me my first drinks cause... Cause I'll be locked up or preggo on my twenty first..."

You watch him take a deep swig of his drink as he stops talking. This is perfect. He's drunk enough to not have noticed you drugging his drink and it seems like he would gladly let anyone fuck him to get a baby. Plus, if you play your cards right, you could get him to unknowingly betray his brother as well.

You listen to him ramble about his problems, aware that his brother is watching you again. He could ruin your plans if he comes over, but the old geezers surrounding you help you once more. As the loner, who revealed himself as Chester, starts to get drowsy, the bar is slammed once more. You take the moment to lead the oblivious drunk into the single bathroom in the joint.

He passes out against your shoulder just as you lock the door. You lie him across the floor, taking in his form. His skin is a beautiful tan color and his hair is as dark as night. The lines of worry that had surrounded his hazel eyes while you talked were now gone in his **** state. As you undress him, you find that he barely has any hair and his cock is absolutely tiny. He obviously has a micropenis.

But that isn't your concern. All you care about us burying yourself deep inside him as you spill your seed, planting a baby inside his womb with no idea that you are his baby's father. You work quickly, rushing to prep him. Anyone can come by and you don't want to be caught in the bathroom with this boy when they do.

It'll leave him in a bit of pain in the morning, but you have to do it. He's barely stretched out when you remove your two fingers and replace it with your monster cock. You push in as quickly as you can without tearing the man beneath you and his face contorts with pain.

You give him a little bit of mercy when you manage to get all your cock inside him. You pause, giving him the slightest amount of time to grow adjusted to the intrusion, but then it's time to conquer.

Treating him as nothing but a means to get off, you fuck him brutally. Your thrusts cause him to slide across the floor. You can only hear your labored breathing, skin slapping on skin, and the dull music playing outside.

He's tight around you, his ass fitting your cock like a glove. It's desperately trying to milk you for all you have and you rush to the end. This isn't personal, this is your job, and you don't take your time with your targets.

A few more hard thrusts and you give a moan, releasing your first load inside him. You stay in the position for a full minute, making sure all seed is successfully put where it needs to be. Then you pull out slowly to make sure none comes out with you.

Now that you're done, you set about making sure that all the evidence of your work can't be found. You clean up the little bit of a mess you made and redress your conquest. He is still **** as you set him up to make it seem like he had passed out after going to the bathroom.

You exit the bathroom after making sure no one will see you leave. Going back to the main room, you notice that the bartender is shutting it down early. Undoubtedly, he's noticed that his brother has gone missing. You sneak into the backroom and settled down for a wait, setting up to ambush the man when he came into the room.

He comes into the room a few minutes later, heading straight for the computer. He doesn't even notice you standing in the dark corner, too focused on looking at the camera footage to find out where his brother went. It allows you to sneak up with the chloroformed cloth in your hand.

The bartender never had a chance, only putting up a fight for a few seconds after the cloth is put in front of his face. He passes out quickly and you set to work, treating him no better than his brother.

You leave a half hour later, leaving the brothers where they lay, full of your sperm.