You're gonna fuck him up

"I'm gonna fuck you... up!" you say in confidence, standing with your back arched.

The bouncer raises an eyebrow at your words, and you can see in his eyes something is happening to the man. It's almost as if he understood your actual intentions behind the words. You expect the man to throw a fist in your face, but he simply stands there; rigid.

You quickly look back to get input from the drunk hooligans of the situation, but they are silent, gawking at this tedious showdown. You face the bouncer and he's still standing there, but now with a confused look on his face. You're a bit unsure if he's waiting for you to make the first move; should you just leave the man?

"On your... knees?" you ambiguously ask the man.

The bouncer falls to his knees at your words and you're left bewildered, honestly considering leaving the man at your feet so you can head inside.

No. The moment's too sweet, the evidence is overwhelming, (or maybe it's just normal for men to get on their knees when you ask them politely). You've got a man in the palm of your hands and you don't want to pass it up. Your hand wavers on your belt, calculating whether you should begin stripping in front of the rest of the crowd.

Like entering a cold pool, you cannonball. You slip your belt off and pull your dick out in front of the man, the group of men behind you watching intently. You give a couple practice strokes to your dick, making it harden in front of the man, who is, at the very least, uneasy at the sight. You stroke your rigid shaft and cup the man's head in your palm.

"No... please," the man says, practically begging. You hear the men behind you begin to holler, egging you on to enter the man. You look into the bouncer's eyes. "You'll like it," you say, thrusting your cock into the man's mouth, who's expression quickly turns to one of mild enthusiasm.

The bouncer suddenly has a new attitude, moaning and slurping on your member as you bask in the feeling of being sucked in front of a group of men, practically cheering at the sight. They're chanting your name, or at least you think they are, as being balls deep in a man's mouth can really make you lose focus on things.

"Suck, suck, suck, suck!" the line chants, whooping as you thrust into the man's orifice. The bouncer pulls off your dick and for a second leaving you disappointed, before you look down to see the man exposing his already prepared hole for you.

You leap on the man and thrust in, driving the crowd behind you into a frenzy; a few of which who have started making out with each other. You're ecstatic and you're left wondering if the inside of the club will be even more amazing. The bouncer takes your dick with grace and passion, bucking with your movements and clenching down to stimulate you further.

You feel your body disappear, taking the form of some unbridled beast that romps in a concrete jungle. You grab the man's shirt, pulling it back like a harness. You feel it coming on, the point of no return. The bouncer raises his head to the sky and lets out a loud and long moan, releasing his load onto the brickwork of the club.

You're next. You forcefully thrust as deep as you can into the man, letting your seed burst inside him. Your vision goes blurry at the sensations, feeling yourself spasm inside the man. The bouncer slows down his rhythmic bucking, drooping himself to the ground below. You pull out, and a thick drool of your own cum follows suit.

You stay for a minute on your knees, looking at the man's used backside, before hopping to your feet. You get to your feet and look at the man on the ground, expecting some permission to head on inside. The bouncer weakly raises his hand and gives you a thumbs-up. You're in.