Gallagher /One drink. Then the whole bar.(18image)

It's a quiet night at the bar. Gallagher is drinking alone, shirt pulled open, tie hanging loose, leaning on the counter between sips. The whiskey keeps coming, and he's already flushed, a cigarette still between his lips.

Hands start to wander once he's drunk enough. Faceless men close in around him — groping his chest, getting into his clothes, holding him up against the bar while he can barely stay upright.

Then they stop teasing. One of them bends him over the counter and pushes in from behind, all the way, while the cigarette is still in his mouth. He's already hard, dripping onto the wood. More of them crowd in: someone pinching his chest, someone holding his neck down, taking turns on him right there on the bar. The glass tips over. He's fucked until his eyes go unfocused, cum running down his thighs, the whole room still watching.