"There's nothing like a good fucking to make you feel alive," he says with a satisfied grin. "Now who's next?" He glances around the room, searching for another man - or even another woman if they take his fancy tonight - to join in on your little orgy.

As if in answer to Daddy Cage's unspoken question, a tall, muscular man with dark hair and piercing green eyes approaches them from across the room. He's naked except for a leather harness around his hips that holds up his tight jeans. His cock is already hard as he walks over to join you both in the sling.

"Hey, Daddy Cage," the man says with a grin, moving close enough that their bodies brush against each other. "

After what seems like an eternity, the pressure on your throat eases and you manage to draw a shaky breath of air. You slump limply against the wall, too exhausted and in too much pain to even cry anymore. The three men stand over you, breathing heavily as they survey their handiwork.

"That's one for the books," the smaller man says with a grin, running his hands through his sweaty hair. "I think our little friend here just got initiated."

The larger man laughs, roughly pushing you over onto your stomach. "Don't be in such a rush," he says as he kneels behind you, positioning his cock at your hole once more. Before you have time to react, he slams into you with brutal force, making you cry out in pain.

The smaller man looks on with interest, running his hands over your body again. "I think I'll save this one for later," he decides.

You shiver under his touch, your body responding despite the fear that grips you. "Yes," you manage to choke out, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart in your ears. "Whatever you want."

The dominant man's smile is chilling as he cups your face in his large hands and forces you to look him in the eye. "I want you to pleasure me," he says softly, his voice dripping with malice. He guides your head down towards his groin, positioning your lips over the thick length of his cock. You can feel the heat emanating from it as it presses against your mouth, eager and demanding entrance.

"Suck," he commands, his grip tightening on your hair.

Finally, with one last powerful thrust, he comes inside you, his hot cum filling you up as he cries out in pleasure. He pulls out, leaving you panting and spent on the floor. The other men cheer and clap each other on the back, congratulating themselves on a job well done.

"Who's next for this little slut?" the otter man asks, grinning down at you as he wipes his hand across his forehead, smearing sweat and cum together. "Any volunteers?"

The chubby bearded man who had started this whole thing steps forward once more, a sinister grin spreading across his face. He grabs your arm roughly and pulls you to your feet, leading you back over to the dark room where he'd taken you before. "I think I know just what this little slut needs," he growls, pushing you down onto the cold metal bench.

Without further preamble, he begins to fuck you, his thick cock forcing its way in and out of your still sore ass.

he says with a grin before moving off to find another partner for himself. The man who was originally fucking you looks down at you, a satisfied smile playing across his lips. He pulls out of you and zips up his pants, then extends a hand to help you up from the sling. "Thanks for that," he says with a nod before sauntering off into the crowd, presumably in search of new conquests.

The bartender chuckles as you walk over to him. "You're gonna want to hurry up if you don't want someone else claiming you." He winks and points toward the crowd, where there are several men already eyeing you hungrily.

"What can I get you to help you relax?" he asks with a grin. "We have some pretty potent aphrodisiacs here if you're interested."

Chuya's room is small and cozy, with soft lighting that casts a warm glow over the bed. The bartender has stripped down to his boxers, revealing a muscular body that's been well-used tonight. He motions for Chuya to lie down on the bed before climbing in beside him.

Their bodies slide together easily, as if they were meant to be this way. The bartender cups Chuya's face once more, kissing him gently on the lips.

Chuya whimpers into the kiss, his body trembling with emotion. He clings to the bartender, his fingers digging into his shoulders as if afraid to let go. The bartender breaks the kiss after a few moments, gazing down at Chuya with an expression that's equal parts affection and possession.

"You belong to me now," he murmurs against Chuya's lips before pressing their bodies together once more, claiming what is his in a way that leaves no doubt.