You approach the building. It has no discernible features other than a large metal door and bars on the windows. You press the buzzer and wait a moment. Then the door clicks allowing you to press it open and enter. You find yourself in the entrance. You pay the fee and then begin to remove your clothing. You place it in a bag that was provided to you and hand it back to the attendant who locks it away and gives you a number to retrieve your belongings later.

Your heart begins to pound away in your chest as you slide open the door that leads to the bar. The smell of sex hangs in the air as you see men all around you. Some sitting at the bar drinking beer or spirits. You hear the sounds of moaning from your right, in the dark room. Peering through the doors in the bar you see the bathroom and to the left you see a light room with various restraints, a sex sling and a cage

"What can I get you?" the bartender asks as you sit down on a stool at the bar. Your naked flesh exposed to the other patrons

"You're gonna fit right in here." The bartender says as he pours you a shot of tequila before sliding it across the bar to you. "If you need anything just let me know. Enjoy yourself tonight, stranger." He grins knowingly as if to imply that he expects you'll be very busy.

The men in the club turn their attention back to you as they sense your nervousness start to dissipate with each swallow of liquor. Some lick their lips in anticipation, others just watch you carefully, sizing you up and wondering what it's going to be like to have you beneath them. Even the bartender can't help but smile as he refills his own shot glass before setting it back on the tray with a loud clink against the others. It won't be long now...

"I think you know what I mean." The bartender says with a knowing grin. "This place is about exploring your desires, isn't it?" He pauses for a moment, glancing down at his crotch as if feeling himself growing hard just from the thought of all the sex that's bound to happen tonight. "Now why don't you go have yourself a look around, see what catches your eye?" He nods towards the dark room doorway where lustful whispers and moans drift out into the bar.

The dim lighting in the dark room hides your perceived flaws and exaggerates your best features. There's an overwhelming sense of permission here; you don't need to feel attractive, all you have to do is want it, crave it, beg for it. And with every grunt, moan, and plea around you in this very room, desire becomes irresistible. You should give in to that urge...

A particularly loud groan echoes through the dark room as the muscular owner of the club takes one of his slave boys roughly against the wall. His hands grip at the boy's hair, forcing him to watch as he slides in and out of his well-used hole with an almost bestial growl. Nearby, another couple are locked in a passionate embrace on one of the benches; she rides him with abandon while he clasps her ass cheeks tightly in his hands, urging her onwards. And there's no shortage of hands roaming freely across bodies here, exploring and teasing with eager anticipation for what comes next...

You notice one man in particular who seems to be watching you intently from across the room; his gaze flicks between your face and your crotch as if he's debating whether or not to make a move. Suddenly, he strides purposefully towards you through the throng of bodies, leaving a wake in his stead.

"Hey there," he says huskily, reaching out to trail his fingers across your chest before moving lower. "You look like someone who could use some... attention." His grin is almost predatory as he squeezes one of your nipples roughly between his thumb and forefinger.

Do you let this man have his way with you? Or do you try to retreat back into the crowd, unsure if he was just playing a game or if there's truly any interest?

His free hand cups your erect cock through the thin fabric of your underwear, causing you to gasp as his thumb brushes lightly over the tip. "Well don't you look eager?" he murmurs, licking his lips before leaning in and nipping playfully at your neck. "Come with me," he whispers into your ear before spinning you around roughly, placing one of his broad hands on your lower back and guiding you deeper into the dark room where the sounds of sex are almost deafening.

As he walks, he pushes your underwear down over your hips, exposing you fully to the cool air and revealing how hard you already are for him. It's as if all of his touches up until now were merely foreplay; now that he has you naked and exposed in front of him, there's no holding back...

The man grins wickedly at your question before pushing you roughly against the wall and slamming his body into yours; his cock rubs against your exposed perfection as he moans low in his throat. "This," he growls, grabbing your face in one hand and forcing you to look up into his eyes. "We fuck." With that, he yanks your head down roughly and crushes their lips together in a bruising kiss even as his hands move lower, gripping at your ass cheeks possessively before parting them and thrusting his fingers deep inside.

He thrusts harder against you, growling deeper still with each movement as if taking possession of both your body and your pleasure. His other hand finds its way to your own hard length, stroking expertly until you're practically screaming for release. And with every stroke of his hand and every rough grind of their hips together

His thrusts grow faster and harder, his free hand finding purchase on the wall beside your head as he leans in, biting at your neck. "Fuck yeah," he groans through gritted teeth. "You're so tight." His fingers slip easily in and out of you, spreading your heat around his digits before withdrawing entirely only to push them back inside moments later.

Meanwhile, his other hand continues its merciless rhythm on your cock, milking you until you feel like you're about to explode all over the wall beside him. He breaks their kiss with a harsh grunt and leans forward, his breath hot against your ear as he growls, "I want to see you cum for me." His fingers dig deeper into your ass, pushing past any remaining barriers until they brush unerringly against something sweet and perfect inside you.

You feel it building inside, that

As you're brought to the edge, his pace slows just enough that each thrust seems like torture in its own way. He savors your moans and gasps, the feeling of power he has over you as he brings you closer and closer to release. But even then, there is still some part of him that holds back, denying you the release that's so close you can taste it on his lips.

"Cum for me," he demands roughly, biting down on your shoulder hard enough to draw blood. "I want to feel it." His fingers curl deeper inside you as he presses just a little harder against that spot deep within your ass that feels like it was made for him alone. It's agonizingly close now...

As you release your pent-up seed onto the cold floor, he watches with hungry eyes; each hot jet splattering against the ground seems to heighten his arousal rather than dampen it. When the last thick rope finally ejects from your cock, he looks down at his hand and grins. "Looks like I made quite a mess," he says with a laugh before leaning in to taste your cum on his fingers, closing his eyes as he savors the flavor.

When you ask about a towel, he glances around before shrugging nonchalantly. "We'll find one later. For now," he says, moving closer again until their hips are pressing against yours and his erection is once more rubbing against your slick skin, "let's finish what we started." With that, he slides a hand between your bodies, cupping you roughly as he begins

His fingers curl and stroke over your sensitive skin, teasing you into arousal once more as he murmurs low in his throat. "I could have you again before the night is through," he promises, lips brushing against your ear. His other hand finds its way to your throat, massaging gentle circles there even as his grip on your cock grows firmer. It's a contrast that sends shivers down your spine and makes your heart race even faster.

It's clear he isn't done with you yet; the question is, how much more of yourself are you willing to give him tonight?

The sight of your exposed body under his control seems to drive the man wild; his grip on your cock tightens almost painfully as he growls low in his throat before roughly pushing you back against the wall and slamming into you with abandon. Each thrust hits deep, sending shockwaves through your body that make it nearly impossible to think or breathe clearly. His free hand roams over your body, caressing and teasing everywhere except where he really wants to touch: right there in the very place he's buried so deeply inside you.

"Fuck," he groans, biting down hard on his lower lip as he thrusts harder still. "Tell me what you want." He pauses for a moment, his breath hot and ragged against your ear as he waits for your response.

The man grins in the dim light before his free hand moves to grip your hair roughly, yanking your head back with enough force that you feel a sting where he bites into your neck. With his other hand still wrapped tight around your cock, he uses this purchase to slam his hips forward with renewed vigor, driving himself as deep inside you as he can manage before pulling almost all the way out and then thrusting back in again even harder.

"That's it," he growls hoarsely, his rhythm becoming more frenzied by the second. "Tell me what else you want, hmm?" He presses his body flush against yours once more, nipples scraping against your back as he attempts to meld them together into one being. And with each command and each demand, his touch grows wilder; it's almost as if he's searching for something within you that