"Maybe you should take me back to your hotel and tie me up?"
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"Making me wait sure ain't gonna make me any more gentle," Mac says. He grins again in that discomforting way, and his finger twists and rubs in your ass. His hands are incredibly rough, and your whole body shivers. The big man smiles.
"March," Mac says, and you nod shakily, walking down out of the back room, across the floor, and down the stairs. Mac doesn't pull his hand out from the back of your pants, still teasing your pucker with his finger all the way through the bar. At the front door, the bouncer gives you an amused smirk in passing, and you feel your face heat up again.
"Ah," Mac says, pushing his finger in just a bit, until you let out a little moan. "You got an eager little pussy ass, don't you, boy?"
You blush and nod. He's so masculine - his pockmarked face and thick and hairy body - not to mention how blunt he is.
Mac's hand is withdrawn when you get to his car and you slide into the passenger seat. You're wound up and rock hard in your pants, and Mac grins at you as you do your seatbelt up. The drive to the hotel isn't long - it's a fairly nice place, the kind that has a conference room attached - you remember Mac saying he was here for a conference. You both move quickly through the lobby, and into the elevator. More than a few people glance at the two of you, and you can't help but feel like you stick out some way - the pretty little twink with the huge hairy man. People probably think you're a whore.
As soon as the doors close and Mac presses his floor, Mac grabs you again, his hand sliding down the back of your pants and his finger probing into your hole. You moan, and he covers your mouth with his other hand as his finger pushes into you.
"Fuck," Mac says, his thick eyebrows high with amusement. "That's one sensitive little hole you got, boy, ain't it? I'm gonna break your boy ass wide open."
The doors open, and Mac marches you down the hallway, releasing your butt again as he uses the keycard to open his hotel room door. He opens it and you step in ahead of him, looking around at the decent hotel room. There's a large bed, and a suitcase is on the floor beside it. On top of the suitcase... You blink. You reach down and pick up the belt, which is made of thick black leather. It has a few pouches on it, one of which holds thick strips of plastic that look like oversized bag ties, and has a holster loop inside which there's a long black baton.
You turn around. Mac has stepped inside and closed the door. He stands there with his arms crossed, grinning at you in a lewd way.
"I'm a prison guard," Mac says. "Conference is for prison security. But Daddy always brings his toys. Naked, boy. Now."
You strip quickly, kicking off your underwear and pants last and feeling your hard dick bounce free from the constraining clothing. Your whole body tingles in anticipation, and the rough-edged stud in front of you smirks as you practically race to obey his instructions.
"Good," Mac says, once you're naked. The way he looks at you is intense: like he owns you, wants to eat you whole, and is amused by you - all rolled into one. You look up at him - more aware than ever of the height difference between you, and he nods, once. He reaches down to his case, and pulls out one of the long plastic strips.
"Turn around."
You turn around, and his rough hands seize your wrists, pulling them behind your back. A moment later, the plastic strip's purpose becomes clear as he wraps it around your wrist and pulls it tight, tying your hands behind you at the small of your back. The big man tugs the loop snug, then his rough hands slide over your shoulders and across your chest, where each hand finds one of your nipples and pinches suddenly. You yelp.
He chuckles.
"Okay, now we know you're not running away," he says. "Turn back around, and on your knees for daddy, boy."
The way he calls you 'boy' makes your knees shake, but once again, you obey.
"You ready to get daddy's dick ready, boy?"
You nod. Mac seems to have trouble pulling down hiss zipper due to the pressure his dick exerts on the crotch of his jeans. You realize, from the explosion of thick, black pubic hair, that the man is not wearing any underwear. Finally, the pants are undone and the monster is unleashed.
You gasp.
Mac's mule cock is one of the biggest - and ugliest - you've ever seen. But rather than turning you off, the beastly appearance of his uncut meat is unbelievably arousing. The oversized shaft is gnarled with huge, raised veins and the bloated head is a bright purple and covered with dick slime. It looks more like some wild animal's throbbing organ than a man's! The raunchy odor of it wafts up to your nostrils and makes your head swim with horny need.
The man roughly grabs you by the hair as you open your mouth to engulf the dripping mushroom head. The knob is so swollen and fat that you can barely fit in in your mouth. A squirt of pre-fuck oozes out the pisshole and lands on your tastebuds. The flavor is indescribable - raw, gamey, salty, masculine. You want more and begin sliding your tongue all over Mac's glans like a big lollipop.
"Fuck yesss..." The stud groans as he begins shoving his cock deeper into your mouth. His big paw presses at the back of your head, forcing you to take his hard-on into your throat.
Your hands twist behind you and you begin to panic - his cock is way too big! There's no way you can swallow it's brutal thickness! You whine and shake your head around the mouthful of dickmeat. Mac is unmoved by your pleas. He roughly plugs the gigantic prick down your gullet.
Immediately, you start choking, your throat spasming around the invader. You can't help it as gobs of spit roll down your chin and tears start to pour from your eyes. You look up pleadingly at the man's face.
"Yeah, boy!" The man looks down at you with a mixture of lust, pride, and cruelty in his eyes. "Fuckin' swallow it! Only worthless boys choke on daddy's dick! You a fuckin' worthless boy?"
You barely manage to shake your head. Mac throws his head back, veins standing out in his neck, and he laughs. "Good boy. Daddy loves feeding a boy his cock!"
Mac grabs you by both ears and begins skullfucking you even harder. You're not sure whether it's the lack of oxygen reaching your brain or the sadistically rough way Mac is using you, but your own cock is hard as steel.
The man spits on your face and yanks his cock from your throat. His cock is soaked with mucus and spit, and he begins whacking it hard against your face. You cough and hack, desperately trying to catch your breath.
"Good boy. You want more, boy? Or are you ready to give daddy your little boy ass now?"
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