Get the heck out of the bathroom - this is too intense!

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"Uh," you stammer. You shift awkwardly, and manage to get out from the daddy bear's grasp. He smirks at you as you take a step back. "I gotta go."

The guy pissing at the stall - you can see him now, he's a burly bear with a thick black beard - cracks a grin. "Don't mind me."

"He doesn't mind," the daddy bear says. "He likes dirty bears." He winks at you. "We could take turns, if you want," the Daddy adds. "Fuck you like the dirty cunt boy you are?" You shiver, and feel your face turn bright red as both men chuckle. For a second, you glance at your shirt, but it's on the floor, and you realize that the Daddy has stepped on it with one boot.

Forget it.

You turn and beat it.

"Have a good night," the stranger at the urinal calls to your back as you head for the door. You rush, feeling dumb at having reacted so extremely to the man, but it took you aback having the Daddy perfectly willing to fuck you in the bathroom in front of a stranger. You slam through the door, barely able to see where you're going in the dimmed down lights of the blackout night, and walk right into someone.

"Careful, guy," an annoyed voice says, and a strong arm takes your shoulder before you go sprawling.

You right yourself, beyond embarrassed, and look up. The hallway has almost no light in it, but your eyes adjust and you see a tall stocky guy with a thick neck and black hair. He's wearing a sleeveless black shirt and his arms are thick and covered with dark hair. He has a pockmarked face - like he had bad acne as a kid and it scarred him - but even though he's not handsome, he's incredibly masculine, in a rough-around-the-edges way. He's older than you, maybe in his late forties.

"Where's the fire?" he asks, once you're both balanced again.


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