"Depraved, rough, and quick? I like it like that."
From Create Your Own Story
Len tugs you by the neck to the front of the bar, where you pass by the bouncer, who gives you a quick thumbs up as Len leads you up the stairs.
Upstairs, there's a stage set against one corner, with tables in front, and booths at the far end. You pass by them quickly, and see a thickly curtained entrance at back, across from the booths.
Len walks you through the curtains, and you pause once you’re inside, a little stunned at the scene. The room is painted black and lit by a couple of red lights in the ceiling. There are couches all around the outside walls, and in a couple of them, men are sucking other men off, on their knees in front of the couches while the guy they suck leans back. In the center of the room, you see a sling suspended from four chains anchored into the ceiling. Off near the back of the room, there’s also what looks like a wooden stocks with a raised platform in front of it. As you walk in, you notice the guy in the wifebeater on one of the couches, getting sucked off by a guy in an army camo muscle shirt. He nods at you.
Then Len is pushing you to the nearest couch, and once your shins hit the edge, he pushes down on your neck and you put your arms out, holding the back of the couch.
"Brace yourself, guy," Len says, and he reaches around you and undoes your belt with a jerk, undoing your zipper quickly and tugging your jeans down to your knees. Your underwear goes next, and then you hear his belt clinking and his own zipper being undone.
He spits in his hand and rubs it into your ass crack with his rough fingers, and then does it again.
"Here," another voice says, and you crane your head back to see the guy in the wifebeater standing there, his dick hanging out, semi-hard. He hands something to Len, and there's a squirt of cool lube against your ass, which Len rubs in with rough fingers.
"Thanks," Len says, and then with one mean thrust, he rams his raw cock into you, without warning. It's big.
You yelp, and nearly collapse against the couch, but manage to hold your self mostly up. You rest your forehead against the couch's back, and gasp in a breath.
"Nice," the guy in the wifebeater says. Another voice says, "Fuck him!"
Len obliges. He grips your waist with his rough hands and pulls nearly out and then rams himself home again. You grip the back of the couch and yelp again, and try to brace yourself as best you can as he repeats the thrusts, gaining speed as he finds a rough and hard rhythm.
The guy in the wifebeater says, "Fucking hot." The other voice agrees, "Damn! Fuck that boy!"
Len is grunting as he pounds you, and you're letting out little grunts and moans as the pain of his assault on your ass starts to warm into something more pleasurable. You groan as he slams in and out, and then, with one violent shove, you feel Len's cock explode in your ass, filling it with two harsh spurts of hot semen.
"Happy fucking birthday!" Len says.
A few voices let out low sounds of approval around you.
Len pulls out roughly, and slaps your ass. You feel some of his cum slide out of you. You slide down to your knees, then rise, shakily.
"Right," Len says, his sticky dick still waving in the air in front of him. "I need a smoke. Time to go, guy."
"Wait a second," the guy in the wifebeater says, sliding up beside you and giving your half-hard cock a quick squeeze. "What if he wants to stick around here and play some more?" Beside him, the guy in the army camo muscle shirt - the front of which says "PIG" - winks at you. You realize there are two other men watching as well, a guy with tattoos all the way up his arms, and a guy with a black goatee, both of whom seem to be about twice your age and are looking at you like you're edible.
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