"Can we take this to your hotel, Mac?"
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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Mac's hand is withdrawn when you get to his car and you slide into the passenger seat.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."
You can't decide which is hotter - the prison guard thing, the toys, or the the way he just called himself "Daddy."
"You ready to obey?" the huge man grins.
You say...
