Tell them you like it right where you are.
From Create Your Own Story
"You want us to leave you here in a room full of strangers?" the Italian asks with only a mock concern.
"My name's Dean," the leather stud says. "But he can call me sir. There. Now we're not strangers."
You shiver.
The delivery men laugh, and step aside. The leather stud - Dean - moves between your legs. You see the delivery men move off, towards the exit, and shiver again. Your cock is rock hard.
“Hold on,” he says, gesturing to the loops attached to the chains on either side of your head. You reach back and grab the leather straps, releasing your hard dick.
Dean reaches two fingers between your legs, and rubs them at your hole. You let out a little moan as he rubs your ass – already a little sore from the battering it has already taken tonight – and he chuckles.
“You like that, boy?” he says.
“Yes, sir,” you reply, and lean your head back as he pushes his two leather-clad fingers into your ass a bit. The sensation is somehow both rough and smooth, all at once.
You hear a snap, and look down to see that with his right hand, he has begun to undo the leather codpiece that covers his crotch. In four quick motions, he unsnaps the leather piece off completely, revealing an uncut cock already half-hard, and low hanging balls covered in dark hair. He leans forward, far over you, and places the codpiece over your mouth and nose with his free hand, even as he shoves his two fingers deeper into your ass, a little rougher this time.
You gasp.
“Smell that, boy. Breathe deep!”
You suck in breath, and the musk of leather and sweat is heady. You hear the heavy curtains shift, and glance past Dean long enough to see the guy in the wifebeater, and his three friends, step through the curtains into the back room. You lose sight of them as they move deeper into the room, but the guy in the wifebeater gives you a wicked grin as he goes by.
Dean presses his fingers deeper into you, then pulls them out slowly. You moan into the leather codpiece.
“You want to get fucked, don’t you, boy?”
“Yes sir,” you say, voice slightly muffled by the codpiece.
“What’s that?” Dean asks. “Can’t hear you.”
“Yes sir!”
“Yes sir, what?” Dean’s voice is amused.
“Yes sir, fuck me!” you’re nearly yelling.
Dean aligns his cock, now hard, at your hole and shoves in with a violent thrust that makes you see stars. You yelp, gripping the leather straps tight with both hands and pushing your feet against the loops, and the movement causes the sling to rock away from Dean, then back towards him with a jerk that shoves his hard cock even deeper into your hole.
“Fuck that’s good!” Dean says loudly, and then pulls back and shoves into you again with another rough thrust. This time you’re slightly more prepared, but he still batters you inside with his cock. You’re yelping, and swearing, and yet soon, with every rough entry and the sway of the sling, you’re also gasping, and making little mewling noises in the back of your throat, still smelling and tasting the sweat and leather of the codpiece he’s holding over your face.
His free hand grips the sling at your side, and he yanks it towards him with every thrust. He sinks deeper into your ass, and you feel a heat spreading up your balls and cock.
“Fuck, fuck...” Dean’s voice grows ragged as his assault continues. “Fuck!”
With the final swear, he unloads in you deep, your battered hole filling with thick cum in what feels like three hot waves. It’s too much, and you tip over the edge, coming between the two of you and shooting a stream of cum up your stomach – you didn’t even touch your cock!
Dean breathes heavily for a few seconds, then pulls his cock out of you. You wince, and he laughs, taking the codpiece from your face and snapping it back into place over his cum-sticky cock.
You look up at him, sweat slick on your forehead and chest, and he smiles down at you.
“Last call!” comes a voice over the microphones, and it occurs to you that you’ve been in the bar for hours now with a sudden startling realization. “Last call for the bar!”
Dean glances up, then looks back at you. “Place closes soon,” he says. “You want to go? I got better toys at home, and I bet your ass would love it.”
“Don’t go yet,” comes another voice, and you turn and see the guy in the wifebeater. He’s standing to the left of Dean, his cock in hand, stroking himself. It’s obvious he enjoyed watching Dean fuck you on the sling. “We’re waiting for our turn.”
The “we” gives you pause, until you see that the other three guys he came into the bar with are all there, too, standing around watching you. They’re a pretty sleazy looking bunch, mostly in muscle shirts and denim. They’re unshaven, and they’re all probably at least twenty years older than you, but they’re looking at you like they could all eat you right up.
You say...
