"Who says I don't want to be broken, guys?"

From Create Your Own Story

“Yeah?” the bartender says, grinning. He steps forward and takes the back of your neck in one hand, and the two men frog-march you to the front door.

"One second," the bouncer says, then steps back long enough to lock the front door of the bar. He turns back to you, and steps forward, planting a rough kiss on you and pushing you backwards.

They tug at your jeans, and you shuck them, kicking off your shoes. The bartender pulls your shirt over your head, leaving you standing naked except for your socks in front of him. Your dick is hard, and he smiles.

"Fuck, boy," Mike says. "We're gonna enjoy you." He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing a smooth muscular chest and incredible abs. Then he steps out of his jeans and underwear, revealing his long cock again.

"Gonna fuck you good, boy," the bouncer grins. Then he pulls his black shirt over his head, revealing a muscular chest covered with dark curly hairs, and then undoes his belt with a flick of his wrist.

He steps out of his pants, his boxers tenting out in front of him, and then tugs them down as well. His dick is massive, easily the largest you've seen. It's thick, veiny, and cut, with a round bulbous head already a dark purple.

"You asked for it, slut." The massive man grins, and comes at you with both hands, gripping your ass and sliding one thick finger into you as he pushes you towards the stairs. You climb, barely keeping upright, until you reach the top of the stairs. He doesn't let up, using his thick fingers in your ass, and one hand clamped tight on the back of your neck to steer you into the back room, where he pushes you onto the sling, face down. Mike follows, a smirk on his face, his muscular thighs clenching as he takes a spot by your head.

"Roll over," the bouncer says.

You roll over, and the bouncer takes your feet, bracing them in the loops, and your grab the handles set to either side of your head with your hands, holding tightly.

He stops then, and says, "Don't move." The hairy muscular man looks at you for a long moment, and you nod, eyes drawn to his thick, huge, slightly curved dick that is waving in front of him. He nods his head at Mike.

The bartender walks away behind your head, and returns a moment later with some strips of leather. He stands over your face, and pushes his dick at your lips. You open your mouth eagerly, and while you suck the bartender's long cock, his balls rest against your face, heavy. He takes your right hand, then your left, doing something you can't see with the straps, and then pulls his dick out of your mouth and steps back. You look up and see he's tied your wrists to the leather hoops with buckles.

He walks around to your feet, and does the same to your ankles. You realize you're now tied to the sling, and with some shame and a shiver of fear, your dick twitches, hard as a rock.

"Go ahead and get started," the bouncer says, with a crooked smile on his face. He leaves the room through the curtain.

You meet the bartender's gaze. Mike spits on his fingers, and rubs them between your ass cheeks. Then he lines his cock up against your barely moistened chute, and rams himself in, hard.

You yell, barely able to breathe with the sudden violation of his cock, and he laughs, leaning forward, his hands come to rest on your chest, and he pinches your nipples. Your body shivers, and you pant, his cock hard and hot inside your hole.

He straightens up, and grips your calves, one in each hand, spreading his arms wide. It makes his musculature strain, and you can't help but lick your lips at the sight of his thick, chiseled body. He pulls his cock almost all the way out, and then rams back in again, hard. "Fuck you're tight," he grunts, and starts to fuck you furiously. You can't help it, you start yelping and gasping, and he laughs. "That's right baby," he says. "Feel that dick in you?"

The bartender's cock pistoning in your ass feels nearly eternal, and you feel your body swaying on the sling, rammed deeper and deeper onto his cock. Your head thrashes back and forth, sweat breaking out all over your skin. Then the curtain moves again, and the bouncer returns. The sight of his thick body, hairy and muscular, cock even harder, and you notice his dick is rock hard, too.

The bartender yanks his cock free from your ass, and turns to face the bouncer. "He's fucking tight. You're gonna love it."

The bouncer has an open bottle of beer in his right hand, which he sets on the floor. In his left hand, he's carrying a pool cue.

“Gotta get you ready for my meat, you little slut,” he says.

You try to move, realizing what he intends, but he leans forward, pressing against your stomach, and using his elbow to anchor your chest down, holding you even more still than the straps do. He smiles, face to face with you.

“Get ready, whore,” he says, and spits in your face.

He pushes the pool cue’s base into your ass with a quick jerk and you gurgle out a cry. The wood is cool and thick, and your back arches as you try to accommodate the shaft. The bartender laughs.

“You like that, whore?” he snarls. “Tell me you like that!”

“I like it,” you manage, and he starts to rhythmically shove the cue in and out of your ass, fucking you with the long wooden shaft.

“Yeah, I thought so,” he says. “I saw you all night. You took anything and anyone, didn’t you? You’ll do anything for a cock up your ass, won’t you?” Each question ends with a thrust of the cue. His hairy chest scratches against your thighs.

“Yes!” you yell.

“Damn right,” he says, and twists the cue until you're writhing under him, whimpering in short bursts of breath. Mike moves to the front of the sling, and his hard dick is shoved between your lips. You suck him reflexively, and he strokes his own chest, flicking at his nipples.

The bouncer yanks out the pool cue quickly, making your back arch against him. He straightens up, and you see his dick is rock hard out in front of him. It's obvious he's getting off on abusing your hole, but what shocks you is how much you want it. Your own dick is rock hard at the abuse the two men are dealing out.

Mike notices, and pulls his dick out of your mouth. He grins. "Tell him you want his dick in you," he says, crouching low beside your head.

"I want it," you say, and you arch your back. Your ass is on fire, but you want it.

"You want what?" the bouncer asks. Mike laughs.

"I want your dick in me!"

He bends down, and holds up the open beer bottle.

“Round two,” he says.

Your eyes go wide. He laughs.

He presses the neck of the bottle against your ass - cold beer sloshes at your cheeks, burning and cooling you at the same time. He leans over you.

"Beg me for the bottle, and maybe we'll fuck you after," he says.

"Please!" you hear yourself yelling, "Please!"

"Please, what?" Mike says, and the bouncer pushes the bottle neck a little.

"Please fuck me with it!" your voice comes out strangled.

The bouncer rams the bottle in, and the beer fizzes icily up inside you even as the bottle twists and stretches your ass. He's ruthless, using his strength to push the bottle into your ass almost to the point where it reaches its full width. You desperately push with your legs, but the motion only causes the sling to rock back into his assault.

Suddenly, he tugs the bottle out, releasing a small slosh of beer, and tosses it aside, where it clinks and rolls off to the side of the room.

The bouncer steps up, lines his dick against your slick, battered hole, and then shoves his thick meaty cock to the hilt up your ass. His thickness and length batter you deeper inside than you've ever felt a cock reach. He holds himself there, grinning, holding your calves, one in each hand, his chest hair already wet with sweat. You’re so hard you can’t believe it – and even as tears leak from your eyes, you hear yourself begging him to fuck your ass, so hot does his cock feel inside you.

“That’s right, cunt,” he says, pulling nearly all the way out, and then thrusting deep. “You earned my cock.”

He’s fucking you at a furious pace.

"You like that, cunt?" he yells. "You like my cock?"

"Yes!" you yell. "Yes!"

He bellows once, pushing forward hard, and your ass floods with his load, which spurts around his thick dick and slides down your ass cheeks. He pulls out quickly, and just as fast, you feel Mike ram his cock into your cummy, battered hole. He grips your legs, his thick arms bulging as he rams himself as deep as he can, ramming you with all his strength, his body slick with sweat. You feel your own release hit a moment later, arcing over your stomach in two long streams, and then Mike comes inside you, too, his load mixing with the bouncer's and dripping down your ass. He collapses against you.

You lie there for what seems like a long while, and then he slides out of you with a slick sound. He smiles, and you struggle a little in the sling, looking up at him expectantly.

"Okay," he says, and gets off you. He undoes the buckles, one by one, and looks at you while you awkwardly and painfully climb down from the sling. You've never felt so used up in your life.

The bouncer picks up the bottle, and looks at you. "Not bad," he says.

You lean against the sling, shaking.

“See you next month,” the bouncer says, and takes a swig of beer from the bottle. "I think you're gonna be our bitch every blackout night."

"Or else," Mike adds, and points to the four corners of the room, where you see small cameras, with little red lights lit. You realize they recorded you, and you grow pale.

But your dick twitches.

(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)