We were butt naked with only poppers in my socks. I decided to have sex with this guy who was amazingly built and very dominant. Mean looking tough face with rippling muscles, shaved torso and clearly bodybuilder legs. But as with many men - they look tough and when you slap them in the face with full force they crawl up into a ball and are ready to do whatever you tell them. This one was different. Not only he slapped me back in a manner that my bf and another friend who was visiting thought my jaw was in pieces, but by doing this turned mo on so much that I had no choice but respond with the same courtesy which he took like a man and again slapped me back. We went like that back and forts for good 3 minutes, my jaw was swelling and I could taste traces of blood in my mouth. Fuck, this drove me mad for him. So we started also gut punching as had as we could and then kicking and then grabbing each other violently and throwing against the wooden walls to the point they started collapsing. We made so much noise and especially so sexy because each scream caused by a painful punch was a major turn on to the entire smallish club. People started walking up to see what's going in. It was real cage fighting with kissing and viagra hard cocks. We were loud and extremely violent and hyper sexual. Every pinch to the wall or the floor included a kiss and a punch the same time. Our bodies were dripping sweat and thus glittering in the red and blue neon lights as if we put an oil on. So it was the time to decide who is the tougher cookie of the two and after whole club was watching we had our honor and alpha masculinity on the line. So my muscular adversary caught me standing straight facing him and tought of a "brilliant" idea to kick me with his heavy military boots straight in my cock and balls. That with full force. Last second I blocked his move but he caught my arm and twisted it to retry why I cant defend myself. In the same second I felt sharp excruciating pain rushing down from my neck to my shoulder and I started screaming more than before. He pinned me agains the wall and tried to fist me with a bit of spit to popular applause, but for some reason I was screaming louder and louder. Many though we were having so much fun. It took me a good moment to stop the craziness and panting heavily, dribbling my words I say - you dislocated my shoulder. This was like a bucket of ice-water on the heads of my top and my bf who was the closest. My shoulder and whole arm was killing me and it was in a wrong place and looked almost funny by being twisted. We thought what to do - public hospital in Paris during the night far away by cab ride seemed like impossibility. Ambulance was also out of question with all those drugged up patrons taking their heavenly bliss in the slings. So after a while we thought we'll set it back into place. Well that idea didnt go so well as we started pulling hard on my wrist that was starting to hurt equally bad. I was convinced after this little intervention I will have two joints dislocated. So I was screaming again. Then we left it alone not to scare off all the clients and my bf started gently massaging this area and after a minute, click! it popped into its place. Still hurt awfully but at least it was pain that I knew will recede. For now I had to mask it with another pain so I jumped in the sling, grabbed the guy I played with and told him to double fist me no matter how much I scream unless I say stop. So with half a can of crisco and a liter of jlucb both of his hands were sliding in and out of my asshole at the same time. Dislocated shoulder didnt exist at the moment. Another hit of poppers and my ass was ready for almost anything as it often seems on poppers. After 30 minutes i decided to go home and rest but the memory will stay in my mind forever. What a fantastic sex. I just wisch my jaw was less swallen!
The name of the place was Keller but it just closed recently. French are often crazy, and so are the Polish I guess.
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