"I think I'd enjoy being helpless with you somewhere in private."
From Create Your Own Story
The muscular leather stud reaches out with one gloved hand and gives your dick a tug. You gasp, the sensation of his leather hand holding your hard cock shoots up and down your spine. He grins at you.
"I got just the place," he says. "Get dressed."
As you tug on your clothes - including awkwardly stuffing your hard dick into your jeans - you see the two delivery guys leaving the back room. The Italian gives you a small wave, and you smile back at him. You can feel his load still leaking out of your ass.
"I'm Dean," the leather stud says, once you're dressed. "But you can call me 'sir.'"
You smile. "Yes, sir." He grins.
You both leave the curtained back room together, Dean's hand possessively on your shoulder as you walk in front of him. The bar is definitely winding down now, and most people have left. You didn't realize just how late it was getting.
When you reach the bottom of the stairs, the bouncer turns and looks at the two of you, and then shakes his head. "Lucky fuck," he says. You feel your face color, as you realize he's talking about Dean getting to take you home.
Dean shoots the bouncer a look heavy with meaning. "Luck's got nothing to do with it."
"If you say so," the bouncer grins. "You and me, no comparison."
Dean frowns.
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