He fucks you up

"I'm gonna fuck you up if you don't get back," the bouncer says to you.

"Please do," you reply sarcastically, hoping he'll trip on his own shoes and knock himself ****.

The man steps forward, but instead of throwing a punch like you expected, he lodges a tongue down your throat. The unexpected kiss from the man, though unyielding, was a pleasant alternative to the punch. You lose your balance as he forces himself on you, but land rather gracefully when his arm catches you, lowering you down to the ground.

The man goes up for air and pants heavily, looking up at the sky as you remain pinned on the concrete. You struggle against his body, managing to flip onto your stomach while trying to fit an entire workout regimen into a couple seconds to escape his grip. The man is hardly moving against your efforts and instead laughs at your flailing, pushing you further against the pavement.

"You got guts, but lets see if you have balls," the bouncer's voice booms down to you, taking the belt of your pants and fiendishly pulling them down. You look up to see the crowd of drunk men watching you being degraded, your own face turning bright red.

The bouncer lifts your legs up like a wheelbarrow and moves forward, taking his face to your backsack. With your legs tight in the man's grip, all you can do is wait it out. He leans in and inhales deeply, moaning at the smell of your balls while tickling the hairs around them. Then, you feel a wet tongue graze your balls, tracing its way up to the entrance of your butt.

Your ass is fully exposed to all onlookers, currently being slobbered on by the sex-crazed bouncer. A couple of the men in line are beginning to fondle each other at the sight of your conqueror taking his tongue down your ass.

You're recklessly dropped from your suspended position, thankfully avoiding any injury as you reach the pavement below. You take your short-lived freedom to spin around, facing your dominator before he pins your arms again. Fuck. As you stare into the bouncer's eyes looming over you, he gives an almost relaxed expression, reaching a hand back to undo his own belt. The bouncer retrieves a massive cock from his own pants, pulling it to your attention by your rear

"You better lube that shit up some more," you shout as the bouncer approaches your hole with his massive shlong. As the tip touches your entrance you feel a warm liquid already beginning to spread down your crack. You look up at the man who's face is contorted into one of mild pleasure; the man's leaking pre at your command. Now that's some trick.

Still in the bouncer's grip, he effortlessly slides his cock into your hole. You feel it stretch to accommodate his size but are met with little if any discomfort, causing you to involuntarily moan from the pressure instead. The man begins thrusting inside your tight hole, groaning at the sensations as you lay there in pure bliss.

The bouncer is acting unlike he was before, becoming slow and passionate as he thrusts in rhythm. He takes his hands away from your arms and begins to explore your chest, bringing his beefy hands under your shirt to stroke your body beneath.

You stare at the sky above, the pleasure the man milks from you leaving a dumb grin on your face. You feel yourself begin to tense up at the sensations, bucking at the climax of each thrust; in a few seconds having your own.

"God, fuuuuuck," you groan, worshiping the man's cock under your breath. His rhythm isn't fast, but it's certainly doing the job, making you wiggle in your position as your climax rocks your body. Your load doesn't shoot out of your dick, instead creating a constant stream that pours out, drenching you and the man's cock below.

You fall onto your back, trying to find the words to describe the situation for future stories. The bouncer simply eases his way out of your rectum, grabbing his own dick as it falls out and lightly stroking it. The man towers above you, his stature returning to as it was before. You're about to get up when the man bucks in his stance, shooting his load over your body and clothes.

With that, the bouncer slowly backs down, reaching down to pull up his pants. You clamber to your feet trying to catch your breath, wiping off your clothes as best as you can. You meet the bouncer's face and share a look before he inhales a sharp breath to speak.

"You can go on in," the bouncer replies, clasping his hands together before walking forward to manage the line behind you. You're in.