Hello, I love the bouncers at nightclubs, as we call them in Argentina, or admission controllers. They are those muscular giants, with a mean face, who think they are superior and are arrogant and abusive. Because they have to select who enters and who doesn't. And the nightclub owners tell them that if someone doesn't get in, they should hit them, just so they don't come back. I'm attracted to the power they have, given only by their physical appearance and the few limits they have when hitting, and how they enjoy it, perhaps because of all the anabolic steroids they take that make them aggressive. I adore watching them hit and then tell me how they enjoyed it or how they hit a client.

I love hiring them to take me to a hotel and hit me while dressed in black, as if they were at the nightclub. I adore their large bodies, unlike bodybuilders who are more into fitness. I like their imprint of brutishness, of machismo, and their hitman faces. I love it when they hit me in the face with a closed fist and see how far I can go, with hits that increase in intensity. Luckily, I have a lot of endurance and my face doesn't swell. It's hard for me to find bouncers who agree to this service, even though they all do it. What happens in Argentina is that wrestling, gut punching, and the cashmaster trend are not very naturalized, only a bit of leather and domination. That's why it's difficult to get them to take me seriously when I ask them to hit me, without laughing or thinking I'm crazy.

There's one in particular that I've known for years, he weighs 113 kilos in bulk phase. He's very handsome and makes porn with men, women, and trans people. He's a martial arts fighter and handles all kinds of metal accessories that go on the hands. I used to see him at an after-hours club, which means it opened when the big nightclubs closed, around 12:00 am. It was full of people who couldn't sleep because of the substances they took, the atmosphere was very promiscuous, and there was a lot of sex in the bathrooms. With him, when the club closed, we would go to a hotel. He would let me in for free. What I enjoyed the most was that moment, when he would point at me in the line and say "come in". He didn't care what people thought, that I was paying him or that he was sleeping with me. During the night, he would come over to talk to me and that would turn me on. All the women wanted to pick him up, and he would come to my side. Probably because I would pay him later, but it turned me on. We would take a taxi to the hotel, around noon, and he had already been awake for 24 hours, doing three nightclubs a day. He was very tired. I enjoyed watching him shower at the hotel. He really enjoyed it, he was sweaty from standing and hitting clients all night. Before showering, I would lick his armpits, very hairy and sweaty, unfortunately, they didn't have much smell. Then I would take off his clothes, while licking him all over. His clothes were very tight on his mu...