The bar was half-empty when the older man spotted him. Late twenties, slim build, tight jeans hugging a perky ass, and that nervous look like he knew he didnt belong but couldnt stay away. The twink kept glancing over, sipping his drink too fast. The older man finished his whiskey, stood up, and walked straight over without a word.
He grabbed the twink by the wrist. Youre coming with me.
The twink tried to pull back. Hey, I didnt
Shut up. The older mans voice was low and rough. He dragged him toward the back hallway, past the bathrooms, into the dim storage room the staff never locked. He shoved the door shut and pushed the twink against the wall.
On your knees.
The twinks eyes went wide. Im not
The older man unbuckled his belt, yanked his cock outthick, veined, already half-hardand slapped it across the twinks cheek. Open your fucking mouth or I make you.
A shaky breath, then the lips parted.
The older man shoved in deep, no warning, forcing the twink to take every inch until his nose pressed into wiry pubes. Gagging sounds filled the room. Spit ran down the twinks chin while the older man held his head and fucked his throat in steady, brutal strokes.
Thats it. Take that cock. You came here looking for it, didnt you?
The twinks hands pushed at the older mans thighs at first, but the resistance faded fast. His eyes watered, throat relaxing, letting the thick shaft slide deeper. The older man pulled out just long enough to slap the wet cock across his face again, then drove back in.
When he finally hauled the twink up, he spun him around and bent him over a stack of crates. Jeans yanked down, ass exposedsmooth, pale, tight. The older man spat on his hole and pressed the fat head of his cock against it.
No, wait
The protest cut off with a sharp cry as the older man pushed inside. Tight heat clenched around him, but he didnt stop. Inch by inch he forced his way in until his balls rested against the twinks ass. He grabbed the younger mans hips and started pounding, hard and relentless.
The twinks moans turned from pained to needy within minutes. His own cock hung hard and leaking between his legs. Every thrust made it bounce. The older man reached around, gripped it, and stroked in time with his fucking.
Youre mine now. Say it.
The twink whimpered, voice breaking. Im yours.
Louder.
Im yours! Fuckyour cock owns me.
The older man laughed low and dirty, then slammed in harder. Skin slapped skin. The twinks hole stretched wide around the thick shaft, taking every brutal thrust. Sweat slicked their bodies. The older man leaned over him, teeth sinking into the back of his neck while he rutted deep.
He pulled out, flipped the twink onto his back on the crates, and shoved back in. Legs hooked over his shoulders, he drilled straight into that prostate until the twinks cock spurted untouched, ropes of cum striping his own stomach. The older man kept going, chasing his own release, grunting with every snap of his hips.
When he came, he buried himself to the hilt and flooded the twinks guts, thick pulses of cum filling him until it leaked out around his shaft. He stayed inside, grinding slow, making sure every drop stayed buried.
The twink lay there panting, eyes glassy, hole twitching around the softening cock still lodged inside him. The older man pulled out, wiped his dick across the twinks lips, and watched him lick it clean without being told.
Next time you see me, you drop. Understood?
The twink nodded, voice hoarse. Yes, sir.
The older man tucked himself away, zipped up, and left the room. The twink stayed on the crates, cum dripping from his used hole, already hard again at the thought of the next time.
