It was just a casual Sunday around 8 pm when I went to my local casino. Lucky for me, I knew the owner very well - heck, we were buddies. When he had parties or any fun events, I was always invited. The casino lights glowed warmly against the evening darkness as I navigated through the crowd, the sounds of slot machines and chatter creating a familiar buzz around me.

I found Chance at the bar talking with the bartender, a glass of fine whisky in his hand that caught the light. The rich amber liquid swirled as he gestured with his glass. When he saw me, his face broke into a grin and he waved me over. Without even asking, he ordered my usual drinks - mohito with extra alcohol, a shot of his best whisky, and a vodka shot with lemon. The bartender knew me well enough by now to prepare them without instruction.

We drank and talked for what felt like hours, the conversation flowing easily between us as the alcohol warmed my system. Eventually, Chance suggested we move to the staff room for a private poker game. "More privacy," he said with a wink that I didn't think much of at the time. The staff room smelled like leather and cigarette smoke, the poker table already set up with chips and cards waiting for us.

His bets started getting increasingly lustful as the night wore on. First it was a kiss on the cheek for the winner of each hand. Then it escalated to a bite mark on the neck. Then several hickeys scattered across the throat. I should have known where this was heading when his fingers started brushing against my thigh under the table, but I was too caught up in the game to stop it.

That's when he bluntly spoke, his words slurring slightly from how drunk he was but his eyes completely focused on me across the table. "The person who wins gets to fuck the other!" he announced, pushing all his chips into the center.

I should have hesitated. I should have said something. But the alcohol and the tension between us made me reckless. I pushed my chips forward to match his bet. "You're on," I said, my voice surprisingly steady.

And he won. Of course he did. He was the casino owner for a reason. Before I knew what was happening, he was dragging me out of the casino and into an uber. The ride to his house passed in a blur of touches and heated glances in the backseat.

At his house, I was instantly scooped up into his arms and carried to his bedroom. I don't even remember how we got undressed. All I knew was that suddenly I was splayed out on his bed with three pillows under my waist, presenting my virgin hole as my cock stood hard and leaking precum. Meanwhile Chance was positioning himself behind me, his own hard length glistening with lube as he lined up with my entrance.

He pushed in without much warning, his pace a bit sloppy from the alcohol but still punishingly deep. The pain quickly melted into pleasure as he stretched me open, claiming me completely with each thrust. It felt so wrong but so good to have my body violated like this, to be used so thoroughly by him.