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.

Jon pauses, the mischievous glint still present in his eyes. "Don't worry," he whispers reassuringly, continuing to stroke your erection. "I won't hurt you...not unless you make me." And then he presses his lips to yours once again, his tongue seeking entrance to your mouth.

As you continue to explore this new dynamic between the two of you, something deep within you begins to stir. A desire to submit, to give yourself over entirely to Jon and let him take control.

"Mmm, you taste so good," Jon purrs as he kisses along your jawline and down your neck. His hand continues to pump your hard shaft, making your hips jerk involuntarily into his touch. "But I think that needs attention too, doesn't it?"

He reaches down and unzips your jeans, freeing your throbbing member from its confines. It springs up eagerly, bobbing obscenely in front of your face. "Oh my," Jon groans appreciatively. "Such a big boy for you."

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Daddy Blake continues to pound into you mercilessly, grunting with each powerful thrust. Your eyes roll back as shockwaves of ecstasy course through your body. "Nngh... Gonna fill this tight little hole..." he growls breathlessly against your ear before pulling out and slamming back in.

Suddenly, the bartender appears by your head, leaning down to whisper something in your ear that makes your stomach drop. He pulls back and smirks at you. "Looks like you're staying here a while, kiddo," *

You feel completely exposed and vulnerable as the group of men continue to touch and grope your body without mercy. Daddy Blake finally pulls out, his cock glistening with your combined fluids as he strokes it slowly, watching your face carefully.

The bartender hands you a glass of water, but as you reach for it, he pulls it away, grinning mischievously. You realize too late that it was a test of obedience and now you have to suffer the consequences.