"I think I'd be afraid to run from you."
From Create Your Own Story
Mac grins. "That sounds about right to me." He wraps one of his thick hairy arms around your neck, and tugs you. You start to walk with him when he moves, unable to really stop him from leading the way. Your nerves fire at the heat of his hairy arm against your skin, and it takes you a second to realize he's walking you back up the dimly lit stairwell. Once you return to the upstairs of the bar, you shiver.
"Not running yet," Mac says, and squeezes you again. You nearly stumble under the weight of his strong arm.
You don't reply, too tongue-tied and nervous - and turned on - to be coherent.
Then the big man walks you to the curtained area, and you realize his intention a moment before he pushes the curtain aside and pulls you through with him. You do stumble this time, and the big man grabs you with both hands to keep you upright, pushing you against the wall to the side of the curtained entrance to the back room. Once again in the dim red light of the back room, you shiver under the large man's grip.
"Still not running," he says, his voice a low growl. His thick hands travel down your side, and around behind, where they slide between your jeans and your skin. His hands are rough, and he cups both your ass cheeks in your pants, still looking down at you from above with a smile mostly lost in the dim red light. He presses against you, and you feel his hard on against your stomach - he feels fucking huge! Your own dick must be obvious to him, pressed against his thigh.
One of his fingers slides between your ass cheeks, and rubs at your pucker. He presses in with a rough jab that makes you gasp.
"Still," he says, pushing his finger in deeper. "Not." He slides a second finger into your hole, making you squirm and press against him - the mix of pain and submission to the larger man is intoxicating. "Running," he says, and leans in close to your ear, twisting the two fingers inside your pucker until you grunt and squirm.
"Yeah," he says, finger-fucking your ass again. "You ain't gonna run from me. I'm gonna have this ass. You're a little whore boy, aren't you? I got a whore-boy ass in my hands, don't I?" You squirm, and he laughs in your ear, his own hard on growing ever harder against your stomach - you've never felt something like this before. "And when I get a whore-boy, they're mine for the night, you get it? I got a very big, very hard dick, and a boy's ass in my hands I'm going to fucking split wide open. You hear me, boy? You my little whore-boy?"
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