Nod from your position on the floor.

From Create Your Own Story

The bouncer grins, and rolls you over, placing your face and your straining cock against the filthy tiles of the bathroom, and starts beating your ass with the wooden paddle.

"Nice ass, fuckboy," the bouncer growls. "Gonna get it nice and hot."

You cry into the gag, yelps muffled by the cloth, and he laughs, paddling your ass over and over until it burns and stings. Your cock grinds into the tiles, and though your ass feels like it's on fire, you're rock hard at the treatment. Finally, the paddle stops slamming into your ass, and you turn your head painfully to the side to look at him.

"You liked that, didn't you?" he says.

You can't help it: you nod.

He reaches into the bag again, and pulls out a short black leather strap. He shoves you onto your side, and in no time, has tied the strap around your balls tightly, making you wince into the gag and groan, and leaving your cock rock hard.

He drags you to your feet, though you can't keep your balance, and then he shoves you into the closest bathroom stall, where the smell of urine is stronger. He braces you until you manage to brace your knees on either side of the toilet bowl, feet awkwardly close together, and he pushes you forward until your chest rests on top of the toilet tank, and your face is pressed against the wall of the stall.

"Suits you, fuckboy," the man says, and you hear his zipper behind you. His hand grips the back of your neck, and then you feel his cock against your battered ass. You can tell he's massive from the length and heat pressed against you, and you shiver against the wall.

With a rough shove, his cock enters you, battering you inside deeper than you've ever taken a cock in your life, and you scream into the gag with the force of his entry. His hand grips your neck tightly, and grips your waist with his free hand, pulling almost all the way out, and then shoving back into you again. You grunt again, legs shaking, and he gives you no time to recover. He fucks you raggedly, your sore and red ass taking his assault with a pain that rocks you to the core, but your dick stays rock hard in front of you. Your face grinds into the wall, and your knees slip off the toilet bowl. He barely breaks stride, grabbing your waist and holding you in place while he rams you again.

"Ready for it, fuckboy?" he yells, and you feel his hot jets of cum burst into your ass. He bellows, holding you tight and burying his dick in you deep until his last spasm, and then he pushes you to the side, where you fall between the toilet and the filthy wall of the stall, ass in the air.

He reaches down, and tugs you up by your hair and one armpit, and he turns you around.

"Suck it clean, bitch," he says, and he tugs the gag free from your mouth, shoving his cum-sticky cock at your face.

Even half-hard he's huge, and you stare at the massive veiny cock for a second, stunned. You suck him, licking his thick cock and hairy balls until all traces of his load from his crotch. He pulls back, then, and smiles at you.

"Good boy," he says. "Had enough? Or maybe you want to come back to my place?" Then he leans in close. "Or maybe you want to stay here, and maybe I'll come get you in the morning, fuckboy? And whatever happens, happens."


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