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I walked out slowly, spotting the man who has invited me back here in the first place. He leaned against a grimy brick wall behind the bar's dumpster, his weathered Stetson tipped low over his eyes. His broad shoulders fill out his checked shirt as he crosses hin arms, eyeing me up and down appraisingly. "Well now, ain't you a pretty little thing. I couldn't help but notice you looked out of place on there. This bars for real men you know? Not women or pansy bitchss" he pushes off the wall and steped closer, looming over my smaller frame. The bulge in his Wranglers was hard to miss.
I took a gulp of air and stuttered out some words in a high pitched voice "I- i am a real man."
He simply chuckled and put his thumb to my jawline. "Real men don't wear clothes like like- or sound like that" His other hand slides down to possessively grope my ass through your pants. "But if you aint gonna leave i guess ill just have to teach this soft lil' body of yours what I mean" he starts to pull off my shirt "let's start with this"
"G- get off me" I leap back and fix my shirt feeling scared of what this man might do to me but, my words didn't phase the man as he smirked and began to talk even more firmly "Alright then, you want to play rough? I can do that, boy. How about this - we tussle, And when you inevitably lost, - bent over or pinned under me, nice and vulnerable-like, you'll lose a layer. Got it?"
He cracked his knuckles and cocked his hips to the side displaying his impressive package straining against his fly. "You game, 'Tough guy'? Or you gonna keep yapping and let me win by default"
Every bone in my body wanted to run but something about his words made me so angry I ran at him and threw the hardest punch I could but quick as a snake he dodged me, grabbing my wrist and using my momentum to slam my face against the alley wall, with my arm wrenched up behind my back he chuckled and pressed his muscular body against me, pinning me in place. "Not bad for a first try, but you're gonna have to do better than that, boy."
I could hear him unbuckle his belt, the metal clinking ominously in the tight space. "Looks like I win this round. Hope you're ready to lose a layer, 'cause this is just the beginning." He began grinding his hardening bulge against my ass before letting me go. He looked me up and down waiting for me to comply
I angrily took off my shirt as my skin prickles from his predatory glare. "Thats it Boy, learning your place." His large calloused hand splayed across my lower back, holding me in position as he began to lower my pants "Mmm but I don't think thats nearly enough punishment"
"Im not taking anything else off without a fair fight!" I yelled squirming away from him.
He barked out a laugh, clearly amused by my defiance even as he maintained his dominant hold on me. "A fair fight? Oh honey, life ain't always fair. But I admire your spirit." Looking into my eyes he slammed me harder against the wall and pressed his forearm against my throat- not quite choking me but asserting control. "Alright then, you want a proper scrap? I'll give you one. But remember, losing means stripping. And I won't go easy on you, boy."
He release his hold on my neck only to grab two fistfuls of my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat. "Come at me again, tough guy. Show me what you've got." His other hand drifts down to palm himself through his jeans, making it clear what's at stake.
I push off him to get out of his grip and then slam my open mouth down on him and bite hard
He grunt in pain and surprise as my teeth sink into his flesh, but he doesnt let go. Instead, he uses the distraction to grab both my wrists and pin them above my head with one large hand. With the other, he delivera a sharp slap to my face, snarling. "You little brat! Biting is for pups, not men."
Pressing his body fully against mine. He grinds his now rock-hard erection against my crotch as he leans in close, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Looks like I win this round too, boy. Time to pay up." Releasing my wrists, he steps back just enough to kick off his boots and shimmy out of his jeans, leaving him in nothing but tight boxer briefs that barely contain his impressive bulge. "There, now we're getting somewhere."
I nervously take off my pants reavealing feminine panties only to see his eyes darken with disapproval "Well well, what do we have here? Seems like someone's been hiding something." He stalks forward, backing me up against the wall once more. One hand braces beside my head while the other traces the lacy edge of my panties teasingly before swiftly ripping the panties clean off, tossing the tattered fabric aside carelessly. "There, much better. Now you're starting to look like the masculine boy you were meant to be."
He smirks, grinding his cloth-covered erection against my newly exposed groin, his other hand fiddling my hair. "What now' i mutter embarrassed
"Im not done dealing with you." His hand slides from my hair to wrap around my throat, applying just enough pressure to make me acutely aware of his strength.
"First things first, we need to get rid of these sissy vocals. A real man's voice is deep and commanding, not all high-pitched and uncertain like yours." He leans in close, his lips brushing my ear as he murmurs huskily, "Try speaking to me again, and this time, put some bass in it. Let me hear that manly growl you've been holding back"
I cough roughly in an attempt to deepen my voice before growling "is this what you wanted" even with my newly tough demeanor sweat drops from my forehead.
"Much better, boy. Keep practicing that growl." His hand slides from my throat to grip my jaw, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. "But you're gonna have to do more than just talk the part. I need to see that masculinity in action."
Suddenly, he spins me around and bends me over a nearby crate, kicking my legs apart. The heat of his body radiates against my backside as he leans over me, his clothed erection nestling between my cheeks. "This is what being a man is really about, sweetheart. Taking what you want, dominating those beneath you." He punctuates his words with a sharp thrust of his hips, grinding against me insistently. "You feel that? That's the power of a real man."
I grunt as i feel him rub agaist me and he groans back in responce, giving my ass a firm squeeze. "That's it, let those animalistic noises out. A real man doesn't hold back" his fingers dig into the flesh of my rear as he continue to rut against me.
"But grunting isn't enough, boy. I need to see that primal urge take over completely." In one swift motion, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs and yank them down, freeing his throbbing cock. It slaps heavily against my ass, leaving a smear of precum on my skin. "Tell me what you want, loud and clear. Beg for my cock like the desperate little slut you are."
"I Want you to fuck me i want to get fucked by a real man! I wimper out"
He lets out a deep, approving growl at my plea, his cock twitching against ny ass. "That's what I like to hear, boy. Music to my ears." Without further preamble, he lines himself up and thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt inside my tight heat with one powerful stroke.
"Fuck yes, take it all!" His hips set a brutal pace, pounding into me relentlessly as he grips my hips hard enough to bruise. Each snap of his hips rocks ny entire body, the obscene slap of skin on skin echoing in the alley. "This is what you needed, isn't it? To be claimed, dominated, used for a real man's pleasure?"
"Yes only real men can fuck me now!!" I pant heavily as we speak his hips pistoning faster and faster "Damn right you do, boy. You're learning your place so quickly." One hand releases my hip to tangle in my hair, yanking my head back as he continues to rail into me mercilessly.
"Gonna ruin this tight little hole for anyone else. Make it so only a big, thick cock like mine can satisfy you." He punctuates each word with a particularly harsh thrust, angling himslef just right to hit that special spot inside me. "You're mine now, understand? My personal fucktoy to use whenever I please." His balls slap lewdly against my ass.
"I understand my hole is yours!!" My words are the last spark he needed as he slams into me one final time, burying himself to the root as his cock, pulses and throbs, painting my insides white with his thick seed. "FUCK YES, TAKE IT ALL BOY!" He grinds against me, ensuring every last drop is pumped deep inside my claimed hole. Panting heavily, he collapse over my back, his sweat-slicked chest heaving against me.