He walked into the bar like he owned the place but everyone knew he didn't. The guy at the end of the counter had been watching him all night, a big rough hand wrapped around a beer bottle, eyes locked on his ass every time he moved. When the stranger finally stood up and crossed the room, he didn't ask. He just grabbed the back of his neck and said, "You're coming with me, bitch."
In the back room the door slammed shut. "Strip," the stranger ordered. He hesitated, face burning, but the guy was already unbuckling his belt. "Now, or I make it worse." Clothes hit the floor. His cock was half hard already from the fear and the shame. The stranger laughed. "Look at that little thing twitching. You want this bad, don't you?"
He shoved him to his knees. The cock that flopped out was thick, veined, already leaking. "Open your mouth, faggot." The first thrust went deep, choking him, spit running down his chin. "That's it, take the whole thing. Humiliated little cocksucker." He gagged but the stranger held his head and fucked his throat anyway, balls slapping his chin with every stroke.
When he pulled out, strings of saliva connected them. "Turn around. Show me that ass." He bent over the table, cheeks spread, hole exposed. A rough finger pushed inside dry, making him yelp. "Tight. Gonna ruin you." The stranger spit on his hole and lined up. The first push of that fat cockhead stretching him open burned like fire. He moaned despite himself.
"Fuck, you're taking it like a whore," the stranger growled, sinking in inch by inch. Once he was buried balls deep he started pounding, each thrust slamming his hips against the table. "Say it. Say you're my humiliated slut." He tried to stay quiet but the cock kept hitting that spot inside him that made his own dick leak onto the floor.
"I'm your humiliated slut," he finally gasped.
The stranger reached around and grabbed his cock, stroking it rough and fast. "You don't come until I say." He kept fucking him hard, calling him every filthy name while his balls slapped against him. Sweat dripped, skin slapped, the wet sound of cock sliding in and out of his stretched hole filled the room. Every time he got close the stranger squeezed the base of his dick and laughed. "Not yet, bitch. You submit first."
He was shaking, hole clenching around the thick cock, face pressed to the table, completely owned. "Please," he begged. "Please let me come. I'm your humiliated faggot. I submit." The stranger slammed in deep and held there. "Good boy." He started stroking him again, fast and mean. "Come on my cock while I fill you."
The orgasm hit like a punch, his cock pulsing in the stranger's fist, cum shooting across the floor while his ass milked the dick inside him. The stranger grunted and unloaded, hot spurts flooding his guts. He stayed bent over, hole twitching, cum leaking down his thighs, completely used and still hard from the shame of it.
The stranger pulled out and wiped his cock on his ass cheek. "Next time you walk in here you'll get on your knees without being told." He left him there, dripping and wrecked, already wondering how soon he could come back for more.
