Admit to Steve that's the reason you came here tonight.

From Create Your Own Story

"That's what I want," you moan, his hands groping your ass. "Came here for it..."

Steve grins, and his hand starts to slide down the back of your jeans, his rough hands dipping into your underwear and a single finger tracing between your ass crack, rubbing at your pucker. You moan, and he covers your mouth with his again, another deep probing from his tongue while his finger rubs and teases at your ass.

When he breaks the kiss, he twists you around and keeps his hand buried down the back of your pants, walking you to the back of the dimly lit red room, where you see a medieval stocks has been set up, with a raised platform on one side. He pushes your back against the stocks. He turns you around to face him again, removing his hand, and crowding against you. His dick is hard against your stomach, even through his jeans, and he presses into you, kissing you again while his hands take your shoulders. Your own hands rise to his chest, which feels muscular through his shirt.

He pushes you down, and you slide to your knees until your face is pretty much pressed against his crotch.

Steve undoes his belt and unzips his jeans. You shiver.

"Ready for your taste of bear meat?" he says. You nod, breathing heavily.

He reaches down and tugs his hard cock out from the flap of his boxers, and you gasp a little at the girth of his meat - he's got a fat piece of meat, and it's pierced with a steel stud across the cockhead. Awkwardly perched against the corner, your face is barely an inch from his cock and hairy heavy balls. He looks down at you, grinning at the look on your face.

"Yeah, that rubs boys like you just the right way," he smiles, and takes his hard dick in hand, slapping it against your face once and then taking your hair in one hand and pulling you into his crotch. You open your mouth and swallow his thick meat, grateful that his length is just a bit more than average, but still feeling the thickness of it in your mouth.

"Get it slick, boy," he growls.

You enthusiastically slurp his dick, bobbing your head around his hardness and licking his shaft and sucking on his head in alternate strokes. His hand tightens in your hair, and he breathes heavily while you feel the the round metal balls on either side of his cock head hit the insides of your cheeks. You're soon breathing through your nose, really deep throating the stud, whose dick tastes just a bit sweaty and is starting to leak precome.

"Slobber on it, boy!" Steve demands. "All you're gonna get is spit." You redouble your efforts, spitting and licking at his thick dick.

He smiles down at you, and pulls his meat from your mouth. The piercing glints in the light. "You like that taste, boy?"

You nod, gasping. Your dick is rock hard.

"Stand up, boy."

You rise, shaking, and he turns you around to face the stocks. His hands tug at your pants, and he yanks your pants and underwear down with one rough hand until your ass is exposed. Your dick comes free, hard and throbbing in front of you.

Steve reaches around your face, and pushes two fingers into your mouth. You suck and lick at them. He removes them, then rubs his wet fingers up and down your ass crack, then pushes his fingertip into your hole. With his other hand, he pushes on the back of your neck, and you lean forward, realizing that he's putting you into the stocks. Once your head is in place, he takes your left hand, then your wrist, and raises them into the circular depressions. You ball your fists, shaking with anticipation and more than a little fear. And lust.

"Alright," a voice comes from further in the room. You shiver. Steve pulls his finger out of your ass, and lowers the top portion of the stocks over your neck and wrists. It clicks into place. You hear Steve spit, and his finger returns to your ass.

"Tight," he says, in a low voice. He dips his finger in, rubbing you.

"Oh God!" you gasp. He laughs, and pulls out, then pushes two of his thick fingers into your hole, twisting them in a slow circle that makes your whole body shiver. You writhe in the stocks, trapped and prone with your ass out for him to play with. You feel yourself pushing against his fingers. Your hands clench and unclench. He spits into his hand, and then a third finger joins the other two, and he continues to finger fuck you, teasing your ass with every slow stroke.

You moan.

"Pretty ass," someone says - it's a third voice now. You realize you're garnering attention. Your dick throbs, and you wish you could jerk yourself.

Finally, Steve pulls his fingers out, and you feel his dick at your barely spit-slicked ass. You moan.

"Gonna fuck that boy butt," the burly bear says, and slowly pushes his pierced dick into you.

You arch back and gasp at the feel of his thick pierced meat sliding its way into your hole, but the stocks limit your ability to move. He grunts, and leans over you, pressing forward until he is all the way inside you. He grips your waist with both hands. Your ass clenches in spasms around his meat, and you can feel the piercing rub inside you - it's intense, and a little painful, and incredible, and hot - you gasp and twist in the stocks.

"Fuck yeah," Steve growls. "Nice and fucking tight..."

He fucks you slowly at first, long strokes in and out that make you gasp and arch your back, slowly building in speed as your ass adjusts to his thickness and the metal that rubs you inside in that amazing way. Soon his thrusts are bouncing you hard into the corner. His dick strikes inside you in ways you've never felt before, the piercing rubbing you and sending off sparks up and down your nervous system. You're soon moaning and grunting and sweating, and the sheer heat of his pierced cock inside your abused hole sends you into low moans and groans.

A moment later, Steve grinds down hard into you and you feel his dick release hot spunk deep in your ass. He thrusts twice more, then pulls out of your hole, breathing heavily behind you.

"Holy shit," you gasp, shaking in the stocks.

He chuckles. "Glad you liked." He steps around the side of the stocks, and up onto the platform. You realize it's purpose now - it puts his cum sticky cock at the level of your mouth.

"Lick it clean boy."

You suck his spunk covered dick, your own hard on throbbing for release.

"Boy here has a thing for beardick," Steve calls out, voice loud in the back room. He holds your face in both hands, filling your mouth with his spunk-sticky dick. "Who's next?"

Your eyes widen, but Steve keeps you gagged with his dick. You look up at him, and he grins down at you. He's already growing hard again in your mouth.

"I got a beardick," a deep voice says. Steve glances over your prone form.

"Oh, boy," he says, looking down at you. "You'd love this stud. Big and beefy, and hairy as fuck."

You feel another cock pressing into your cum-slick hole. Another voice says, "I'm next."

You stare into Steve's eyes, imploring, but he just smiles. "Gonna fuck you till you come, boy." He grins. "And then a few times after."

The stranger behind you pushes his dick into you hard, and starts to fuck you. Despite yourself, your moan is needful and you suck on Steve's cock in reflex, desperate for the two cocks to be inside you. Your dick aches. If you could just stroke yourself, you know you'd come on the spot. You have no idea if you can come without touching yourself, but as the unseen man behind you starts to fuck your ass with rough thrusts, you realize you're about to find out.

Definitely a birthday you'll never forget.

(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)