Colt’s footfalls echoed in the narrow stairwell, sending shivers through his body. Each step he took seemed to pull him deeper into the heart of whatever this place was. His thoughts swirled with possibilities—was this just a hidden part of the bar, or was he about to stumble into something far more secretive? He had always loved the feeling of exploring unknown places, but this... this felt different. The tension was almost tangible.
The stairway ended abruptly in front of another thick wooden door, its surface weathered with age and scuffed from countless visitors. The faint glow of red neon shone through the cracks around the edges, casting an eerie light against the doorframe. Colt’s heart pounded louder now. The air here was heavy, thick with the scent of incense and something... metallic, almost like the scent of old iron.
The bouncer had followed Colt down the stairs. He squeezed past Colt and reached for the handle, his hand trembling slightly, more from anticipation than fear. This was a step into the unknown, a place few had likely entered and even fewer talked about. For a moment, Colt wondered if he was out of his depth, if this was where his curiosity would lead him too far, too deep. But then, he reminded himself of why he’d come to this city in the first place. He wanted adventure. He wanted to be different.
The bouncer stepped fully into the room behind Colt, the door closing with a heavy thud that echoed through the space. The sound felt final, like a line drawn behind him. Colt resisted the urge to turn back.
His eyes adjusted slowly.
The room was much larger than it had seemed from the corridor—wide and open, with a ceiling that disappeared into shadow. Dim red lights hung from long cords above, swaying slightly, their glow soft but deliberate, painting everything in shades of crimson and black. The light didn’t feel warm so much as intentional, like it existed to hide just as much as it revealed.
Men moved through the space in unhurried paths, some standing in quiet conversation, others seated at heavy wooden tables etched with unfamiliar symbols. Their clothes were dark, practical, unremarkable—but there was a sense of purpose in the way they carried themselves, as if each of them understood rules Colt hadn’t yet learned.
Then his attention fixed on the bar.
It dominated the far wall, a massive slab of dark wood reinforced with iron. Behind it stood a figure who immediately drew the eye—not because of movement, but because of sheer presence.
The bartender was enormous. Broader even than the bouncer. His arms were thick with muscle, forearms resting calmly on the counter as if the weight of the world would not trouble him. But it wasn’t his size that made Colt’s breath hitch.
It was the mask.
A bull’s head, carved from dark wood or leather, Colt couldn’t tell. The horns curved outward and slightly forward, polished smooth. The eyes of the mask were hollow, shadowed, revealing nothing of the man beneath. The expression was neither angry nor kind—just ancient, patient.
The bull-man turned his head slowly, deliberately, until the empty eye sockets faced Colt.
Colt felt it like pressure in his chest.
The bouncer placed a large hand between Colt’s shoulder blades—not pushing, not threatening, just guiding—and murmured something low in German. Colt didn’t understand the words, but he understood the meaning well enough: Go on.
He took a few steps forward.
The murmur of the room softened as he moved, conversations dipping, attention subtly shifting toward him without anyone openly staring. It felt like entering the center of a quiet storm.
When Colt reached the bar, the bull-masked bartender straightened to his full height. Up close, the mask was even more detailed than Colt had realized, faint symbols etched along the horns and jawline. The red light caught along the carvings, making them seem to move if he stared too long.
The bull-masked bartender’s grunt echoed low in his chest, a sound that seemed more like an animal’s warning than a word. Colt stiffened immediately. The symbols on the mask felt closer now, oppressive, as if they were watching him back.
He glanced sideways at the bouncer.
The bouncer met his look and broke into that same mischievous grin, the one that suggested he knew exactly how little Colt understood about what was happening. He said something in German—short, casual, almost playful—and clapped one heavy hand against the bar.
The bull responded at once.
Their voices moved quickly, clipped and confident, bouncing back and forth in a rhythm Colt couldn’t follow. He caught fragments—tones more than words. Curiosity. Confirmation. Something that sounded final. The bull tilted his masked head once toward Colt, then once toward the back of the room.
Decision made.
The bartender stepped out from behind the bar.
Up close, the sheer size of him was impossible to ignore. Other than the mask he wore only a pair of black combat boots and thick black leather pants that rode low on his hips. His massive hairy chest was intoxicating. His abs narrowed into a v-shape that disappeared into the front of his pants over a large bulge. He moved with deliberate slowness, each step heavy but controlled, like someone used to having space made for him. As he passed, the red lights slid across the mask, briefly illuminating the hollow eyes before they fell back into shadow.
The bouncer nudged Colt firmly—but not roughly—between the shoulders.
“Geh,” he said softly. Go.
Colt hesitated for half a heartbeat, then fell into step behind the bull.
They moved away from the bar and deeper into the room, weaving between tables and quiet clusters of men who paused just long enough to watch him pass. No one spoke. No one stopped them. Colt felt their attention settle on his back like a weight.
Toward the far side of the room, the bull stopped in front of a heavy iron door set into the stone wall. Unlike the others, this one bore no markings—no symbols, no lights. Just raw, dark metal, scarred by age.
The bull reached up and pushed the door open and held it while he waited for Colt to walk through.
A moment passed and then Colt walked past the bull into the dim room.
Then the door closed with a slow groan as the bull stepped inside.
Beyond it lay a smaller chamber, lower-ceilinged and quieter, lit only by a single red lamp hanging over a circular wooden table. The air here felt different—still, dense, like a held breath. Three chairs surrounded the table. One of them was empty.
The bull gestured with a thick, gloved hand.
Colt swallowed.
He looked back once more. The bouncer had followed them as well and stood where he’d stopped, arms crossed, that knowing smile still in place. He gave Colt a small nod—not encouragement, not warning. Just acknowledgment.
Colt stepped forward to the wooden table and then turned to face them as the bull approached.
The bull moved to the far side of the table and stood like he was waiting for something.
Colt’s stomach twisted in that instant. He hadn’t fully registered the weight of the situation before, but now the word the bouncer uttered seemed to hang in the air like a heavy warning. The mischievous grin on the bouncer’s face deepened. It was predatory, as if he was enjoying Colt’s discomfort.
The bouncer said the word again, more slowly this time, letting it sink in. "Schluck."
Colt froze, his heart hammering in his chest. His mouth went dry as the word echoed in his ears. He understood what it meant now—swallow. The earlier awkwardness had been a misunderstanding, but this? Then he started to put two and two together. This must be some kind of sex club. As he glanced back to the bull he saw the huge man began to unlace the front of his leather pants. He pushed them half way down his massive thighs as his thick swelling cock sprung free. Colt glanced back to the bouncer who smiled and once again said "Schluck." Colt understood now and his own body reacted as his own dick jumped from the excitement. He was still horny from the scene earlier and now was in a situation right out of a porno.
The thought hit Colt like a lightning strike, a sharp realization that cut through the haze of his nerves. He was in a new city—alone—and, in a way, that made him invisible. The men in this place didn’t know him. They didn’t know what he was like back home, who he’d been, what he was expected to be. The rules were different here. There was freedom in that, in the anonymity of it all.
Without wasting another moment he moved to the bull and got on his knees. The man behind the mask grabbed Colt by the hair on the top of his head with one hand and used his other hand to guide the massive cock to Colt's lips.
After a moment of hesitation Colt willingly opened his mouth and the bull slid the now swollen head between his lips. The bulls grip on his hair tightened as he slid more of his dick into Colt's mouth.
Colt’s mind raced, adrenaline surging through him. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat a drum of excitement. This was it. His chance to be anyone, anyone at all. No one knew him here. There were no expectations, no rules, no judgments. Just pure indulgence.
And he couldn’t hold back.
With a deep breath, he pushed past his hesitation and stepped fully into the moment. Whatever came next, he was ready for it. This night was his—free from everything that held him back. No looking back. No regrets.
He went for it. Opened his mouth wider and took the dick as deep as he could. The bull placed a huge hand on each side of Colt's head and began to fuck his mouth like a sex doll. It was clear the Bull was experienced in control. His hips began to find a rhythm and with each deep thrust Colt began to gag. The massive dick was stretching his mouth wide with each thrust and the fat head hitting the back of his throat again and again. Colt was losing himself to the moment of the massive bull using his mouth and throat. It was almost a disappointment when the Bull stepped back and pulled his dick free.
The towering figure bent down and seized Colt by the armpits while he knelt on the floor. In one effortless motion, he hoisted Colt up and placed him on the table as if he were weightless. Colt's feet dangled off the edge as the giant stepped forward, pressing a firm hand onto the center of his chest and guided him to lie back. His legs hung loosely over the edge, bent at the knees.
He grabbed one of Colt's workboots, swiftly sliding it off and tossing it into the dark room. Then, without hesitation, he removed the other boot just as quickly. Finally, he peeled off Colt's socks and tossed them aside. The bull then roughly unbuckled Colt's belt, pulled open his button fly and then grabbed his jeans and boxers by the waist band. At the same time the bouncer stepped up and grabbed the bottom of Colt's shirt. In unison the giant men pulled in opposite directions. In a flash Colt felt his shirt slide off over his head and up-stretched arms as his jeans and boxers slid under his ass, down his thighs and to his ankles. A few more rough tugs and he felt them slide off over his feet and the Bull tossed them away into the dark.
Colt laid on the cool table completely naked. Almost out of instinct he sat up with the massive Bull standing before him. The Bull reached down and grabbed Colt's dick which was now standing at full attention.
Colt's was more horny than he could ever remember. The excitement of being naked with these two massive men was almost more than he could handle. A moment later the Bull lifted Colt under the arms again and stood him on the floor. Colt’s bare feet met the cold, smooth stone floor, sending a sharp shiver up his spine. The chill in the air wrapped around him sending an electric current up his spine as he was reminded that he was totally naked and hard as rock. The dim light flickered from a far-off source, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch and shift on their own.
The Bull pushed Colt back to his knees and slid his dick back into Colt's open mouth and resumed using his mouth. The sounds of the grunts from the Bull and the sloppy blowjob echoed in the quiet room. Colt was lost in the moment and was caught by surprise when the bull began to unload into his mouth and throat. He didn't slow down the thrusts as he started to cum. Colt felt the first hot blast across his tongue before the Bull pushed it down his throat again and again. The flood was too much and it began to ooze out of his lips stretched wide around the Bulls cock. And then without ceremony the Bull stepped back and turned before walking away. Colt was in a bit of a daze when the Bouncer stepped up and pushed his own hard dick into Colt's mouth and picked up where the Bull had left off. He wasted no time warming Colt up. He grabbed Colt by the sides of the head like the Bull had and began to use his mouth and throat like a jackhammer. Time blurred and then the Bouncer stepped back and pulled Colt into a standing position. He turned him and bend him over the table before kneeling behind him. Colt felt the Bouncer grab his ass cheeks and spread them wide before diving in. He started rimming Colt. Fucking him with his tongue as he gripped and spread his ass over and over to stretch him wide open. The sensation had Colt panting as he laid across the table. He could feel the Bulls cum still running down his chin and couldn't stop himself from grunting and groaning in pleasure. Colt was surprised again when the Bouncer started to incorporate fingers into the rim job. He used Colt's slicked up hole like an expert. Alternating his tongue and a thumb of one hand while the other hand reached between Colt's legs and began to milk him like a cow. The spit and drool from the rim job was running down Colt's hole, over his balls and slicking up his dick for the Bouncer to continue his edging.
The Bouncer was clearly a master of pleasure. He had Colt's groaning and begging to cum within minutes. Then he held him on the edge of ecstasy for what seemed like hours. Colt could feel himself panting and sweating as he laid across the table. It came as no surprise when the Bouncer let go of Colt's dick and stood. A second later Colt felt the Bouncers dick push into his now sensitive and slicked up hole.
Then he began to tease Colt. Pushing the fat head in only far enough to stretch his hole wide before pulling all the way back out again. He repeated this motion over and over until Colt was grunting and groaning again. The Bouncer reached down and with his rough massive hand he lifted one of Colt's knees up onto the table to spread him open wide. He held his knee on the table with one hand and proceeded to use his fat mushroom head to stretch Colt's hole over and over. The bouncer took great pleasure in denying Colt the relief he was so desperately begging for at this point, determined to only give Colt glimpses of the true pleasure he was capable of. He would stretch his hole and then lean back and spit on the sore hole before pushing in again. The man's deep chuckles proved that he was enjoying using Colt for his own pleasure. Over and over Colt could hear the man spit before knowing the stretch would come next. It was a surprise when the man stopped and a moment later Colt felt the hot splatted across his back as the man grunted and unloaded. The first splatter hit Colt's neck and then the next covered his back and ass until the Bouncer was empty. Colt heard the man sip up his pants and then he helped Colt stand.
Colt was sure this was the end. That he had been used in the dark and now would be discarded, horny and unsatisfied. But that was not the case. With his dick still hard and standing out in front of him, the Bouncer took Colt by the hand led him across the room to another door.
