The Bouncer
By: August Soul

"This is shit!!" Shouted a biker, flinging a beer bottle across the room, which shattered on the pool table, the sounds of his small group of friends chuckling while they sat beside him around their table.

"I'm sorry, but you've had quite a lot to drink tonight." a very nervous bartender managed to blurt out. "You can come back tomorrow, and we'll even give you and your friends a round of beers on the house, okay? But for now..."

"Shut up, I fucking know what you said." The biker spit a warm spray of beer at the bartender, his friends chuckling again in the background.

Craig the bartender stood there for a few moments with his eyes closed, thinking to himself why he took this job. Twenty one and with a bachelor's degree, he could be doing something else right now. Something a little more important and significantly less, wet.

"Is there a problem, gentlemen?" a voice called out behind the bartender.

That's the reason, thought Craig, turning around to face a hulking behemoth in a tight black tee shirt and form fitting pants. At nearly seven feet tall and nearly two hundered and eighty pounds of bulky muscle, Montana the bouncer was a force of nature that only a fool would dare stand against. The group must have been more drunk than origionally thought to be, as they continued to mouth off.

"What, you gonna tell us to leave too? Pthh, fuck you." Laughed one of the biker's friends.

Quickly and without warning, the bouncer grabbed him and held him with one hand in the air by his shirt.

"Fuck, fuck guys, help!" he shouted.

Each of the men got up to their feet, although a bit inebriated, quickly enough that one of them managed to sieze Craig from behind and put a switchblade to his neck.

"Not so hot now, are you meathead? Get him!" the biker commanded to the other two of his friends. The two of them proceeded to attempt to jump him at the same, but with only a few subtle movements of his body and fist, Montana managed to knock them all out with a single punch to the side of thier heads, starting with the guy he had by the shirt.

Nervously, the man who had Craig began to back away.

"I'll do it, I'll fucking cut him open!"

Montana sneered at him, taking two steps forward and suprisingly quickly for a guy his size, thrust the base of his fist onto the top of the bikers head. He went down like a pile of bricks.

The bouncer took a look at his handywork, all the guys on the floor knocked clean out, and then looked up at Craig who stood there still scared half to death.

"You okay?" Bellowed Montana.

Craig hesitated for a moment, "Em, yeah.. Peachy.. Thanks."

"I'm gonna take these guys to the back, teach 'em a little lesson. You hit the lights and go on home."

Craig nodded and headed off towards the lights for the place, switching all but a few off. Luckily, this had all gone down around closing time, so there weren't any patrons to see anything that occoured tonight. Grabbing the keys to his car, Craig headed off to the door just about to unlock it so he could get out, when curiosity began to poke at him. He'd seen things get pretty bad like this once before, and like before, Montana had taken the troublemakers to the back to "teach them a lesson". He never saw the troublemakers again, which he couldn't really argue with, but there was this lingering wonder as to what happened to them. What had Montana done to get through to all the hard headed pea brains who fucked around just a bit too hard? Craig needed to know.

Walking toward the back, he could see that there was light shining from underneath the door. With caution, he placed his hand on the doorknob, turning it slowly and opening it a crack. He had a good view of things from here. He could see Montana at the sink, and the four other guys laying on the ground in a row. They were moving slightly, looking like they were about to awaken. Then, Montana turned from the sink with a small eyedropper that contained a red looking liquid. The hulking bouncer leered over the men and on each one he let a single drop of the fluid from the eyedropper fall on their foreheads.

Craig wasn't sure what to make of it, but he knew it must be potent for a small dose such as that to be used. Suddenly, something cought Craig's eye making his jaw drop in astonishment. Each one of the men began to shrink into their clothes in the order that each of them recieved the strange liquid on their foreheads. Their clothes sagged and caved in more and more with every inch of height they lost. Putting the eyedropper on the countertop by the sink, Montana bent down and fished through each of the clothes until he had fished out all four men from their garments, two in each hand. All of them had been reduced to the height of a pen.

Sitting down on a wooden crate, Montana looked at them with a stare that could stop a truck.

"Time to get up!" He shouted at them, each of them rubbing their eyes as they came around. As they became more coherent about what position they were in, they began to struggle in the gigantic hands that held them captive.

"Heh, you little dicks ain't goin' anywhere." Montana proclaimed with a grin.

"Fuh, fuckin' hell. What the hell'd you do to us?!" Shouted one of them.

"Compared to what I'm gonna do to you for fucking with my buddy earlier? Nothin'," he responded.

With that, he took the one who had just spoke and pulled him up to his face, opening his mouth and shoving the little naked guy in. Craig could see the little guy struggling, even after he was put inside the mouth of the bouncer. The fleshy walls on the side of Montana's mouth were pushed and shoved at by the little guy's hands and feet. Montana just swished him around inside his mouth left to right before swallowing him down with a huge single gulp.

Craig had to catch his breath, he could only watch on. The bouncer took the hand that held two men and pulled it up to his face, licking his lips with anticipation.

"Shit, Fucking hell.." One of them cried.

Montana continued, opening his mouth a crack to let his tounge escape. He pressed the thick wet muscle against each of them, licking them from head to toe. Both of them groaned as they were each coated with a layer of saliva. One of them began to get an erection at the sensation.

"Shit, man!" the one guy saw how his friend was reacting.

"I can't fucking help it!!" the friend cried out in response.

The bouncer continued to give them both tounge baths for a few minutes, and then pressed them together, face to face. They both groaned again in protest. Montana opened his mouth further and stuck them both in simultaniously head first, slowly pushing them inside. He went quckly at first, but then had to slow down his swallowing to take them both down his throat at once. Slowly but surely, they dissapeared down the giant's throat. Montana grunted as he force them down, and then looked down to face the last one.

"It all comes down to you, now." Montana said to the tiny guy.

"I'm sorry, man, I'm sorry!" It was the guy who had put the knife to Craig's throat earlier in an attempt to take him hostage.

"Fuck you, I'm gonna humiliate you, and then you're as good as the rest." was the reply.

With the little guy in a panic within his hand, Montana used his free hand to undo the zipper on his pants, reaching down and pulling out an abnormally large cock. Lowering the biker down to his massive member, the bouncer pressed him against it face first and then began to stroke up and down. With every push and pull, the smaller guy would find himself almost unbearably squished between the hand that held him, and the cock that was much bigger that he. For the longest time, Montana kept at it, with every passing minute he would increase his speed as the biker cried out for mercy. There would be none.

After what seemed like forever, Montana grunted and thrusted his hips upward, his cock spewing up a pearly white goo that seemed to pause in midair, and then rain back down upon the dick and the one pressed against it. The bouncer panted for a little bit, and then raised the cum soaked man to his lips, licking him off just a little bit, and then shoving the main into his mouth. Like the first man, the biker was swished around inside Montana's moth and slapped all around by his tounge. Soon after, he was swallowed down with a huge gulp.

Craig couldn't believe his eyes. He felt his pants tent at this sight, but finally pulled himself away from the door, shutting it quietly. He headed out toward his car through the front door, locking it up and then walking into the parking lot. The light of day was just visible over the horizon. Craig didn't want to say it, but he deep down couldn't wait until the next hotheaded prick came around and started trouble. In the meantime, he would just have to get home and take a shower and then hit the sack, wanking off to that bizzare and sweet spectacle he had just witnessed.

Montana got a paper towel and cleaned himself up, tucking his member back into his pants. With a burp he headed out toward the front and out the door, smiling to himself.

The End