Ever been denied entry to a club by the bouncer? Some arrogant prick with an attitude who frisks you roughly and then sneers at your clothes and tells you to fuck off?

Haven't you just wanted to take those big brutes and beat the life out of them?

I'd met Leon once before - he's a bouncer, one seriously tough hardman. I've come to the club he works at to propose a 'business plan' - and I know he'll bite, because he's dumb as git.

Leon's joined me in my 'future nightclub' - toilets and all. He's being the bigshot bouncer, yapping some bullshit about security, but I'm not really listening - I'm too busy tampering with his whisky. Minutes later, he's out for the count, his big body totally vulnerable to my every whim.

My dick is throbbing as I unbutton his suit, feeling how hard his body is underneath the layers. Halfway through, I lose patience - I can't wait to get my hands on those amazing muscles - and I quickly rip and tear his shirt off, destroying it in the process.

Soon Leon's lying there in only his boxers. His enormous bulge makes me salivate, and I tease myself by gently easing a finger under the fabric and caressing his pubes. When I slowly lower his pants, his weighty cock and balls flop into view. After taking a good long sniff, inhaling his masculine aroma, I take Leon's huge penis in my hand and toy with it, enjoying the total freedom I have to use his body as I please.

If this fucker woke up and found himself like this - naked and manhandled - he'd probably go beserk and do me in with his bare hands. The danger just serves to turn me on even more, and I roll him onto his front to get a load of that muscular black arse of his.

Holding the cheeks apart, I expose Leon's dark pink little hole - I've never seen such a tight little ringpiece in all my life. Probing at the pucker, I gob on it, and shove my entire finger in. It's unbelievably tight - shame this big boy's not conscious, really, because I can tell he'd be screaming the place down as I ram my finger in and out.