You spot this huge burly man standing in front of a distinct club's door. The club is a large building with neon signs all over it. He eyes you up and down and then asks what you want. You can smell a hint of his musk, it seems he's a bit pent up but has a serious face about it. Clearly putting his job in front of his own needs. Maybe you could persuade him into following you somewhere, perhaps you could help him out.

Hmph, Reinhardt snorts, crossing his arms on his broad chest, "Fine. Lead the way, kid." He follows closely behind you, trying not to seem overly interested in your rear. It is admittedly a struggle. The air between you crackles with sexual tension as you approach the back alley where you say the object is located.

"So, what exactly are we doing here?" Reinhardt asks casually, voice deep and gruff. He stands close enough that their bodies brush against each other occasionally, heightening the tension further. His cock strains against the fabric of his pants, pressing painfully against the leather of his underwear. He licks his lips subconsciously, imagining what it would feel like for you to touch it.

His expression softens slightly as you praise him, his blue eyes studying you intently. Even though he knows you shouldn't be this attracted to your employer, it still feels good to hear. He steps even closer, towering over you now. "Well," he begins roughly, reaching out to cup your face in his large hand. "Maybe if you show me just how good you can make me feel, I'll let you play with me some more."

His other hand slowly travels southward, unbuttoning his pants and freeing his throbbing cock from its confines. The thick length juts out, slick with pre-cum and leaking a steady stream down the length of the shaft. Reinhardt pushes you back gently against the wall, trapping you there as he positions himself between your legs. His fingers find purchase on the waistband of your pants and pull them down

"Oh, you like that?" he growls, taking one thick finger and swiping it through your entrance, eliciting a moan from deep within you. "I could use that dick for any hole I wanted, you know. Fucking it up just right, making you beg." With each word, his voice lowers and roughens, becoming more animalistic.

He pulls his finger away and positions himself at your entrance, nudging gently at first before thrusting hard enough to make your head slam into the wall. His hips snap forward, driving him deeper with each stroke. Over and over again, he pounds into you, growling with pleasure as he feels you tighten around him. "Yessss," he grunts. "Take it all, baby. Show me how good you can feel."

His hand moves to cup your face once more, guiding it to meet his stroking co

Growling out in approval, Reinhardt roughly pushes your head down, muffling your cries with a kiss. With one powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, groaning as he feels you stretch impossibly tight around him. He begins to move faster now, hammering into you with a brutal strength that belies his size.

"Fuck yeah!" he shouts hoarsely. "You feel so good, so warm, so tight..." His other hand sinks into your hair, yanking slightly as he pulls your head back against his body. Each breath is ragged and harsh as he nears his climax.

Suddenly, hot liquid spurts from his cock, jetting across your stomach and chest. Reinhardt's eyes roll back in his head as wave after wave of orgasmic release courses through him. He

"Take it all," he grunts, his voice raspy and low as he pulls nearly all the way out before slamming back in, his cock spewing more cum. Over and over again, he comes deep within you, filling you up until your limbs tremble with exhaustion. Slowly but surely, his movements begin to lose their frenzied pace. The air between them grows still once more as they catch their breath.

Finally, he withdraws, zipping up his pants with a heavy sigh. For a moment, his blue eyes meet yours, studying you closely, weighing something inside him. Then, without another word, he turns and walks away, back toward his post at the club's entrance. "Don't let me see you around here again," he says over his shoulder gruffly. "We had an arrangement."

The sound of your heartbeat echoes

"You can be a good little slave," Reinhardt growls, already knowing that there would be no point in telling you otherwise. It wasn't like you were ever going to walk away from what he could offer you. "You can wait for me outside of your boss' door, tell him I needed some time off and then come back here. Tell him everything is fine." He turns to look at you, the last shreds of tenderness gone from his expression now. "And don't forget, you owe me three more nights."

He steps closer, looming over you once more, the sheer size of his body an intimidating presence that makes it impossible not to feel tiny in comparison. "Understand?" There's a warning in his voice, one that hints at the possibility of consequences if you should disobey.

Nodding slowly, Reinhardt steps even closer, lowering his head until his nose nearly brushes against yours. The heat radiating off his massive body envelops you, making you tremble slightly. "Good boy," he growls. "Now go on, run along and make your excuse. Don't keep your master waiting." Without another word, he steps aside, allowing you to slip past him.

With that final command, you practically fly out of the alleyway toward your boss' door. Reinhardt watches you go, taking in the sight of your petite figure darting between the garbage cans and abandoned crates with an almost predatory amusement. It wouldn't be long now; the club was sure to open up soon, and then he could return to his post with a renewed vigor.