"How do you feel about spanking a boy on his birthday?"
From Create Your Own Story
The daddy grins, and his tongue slides into your ear while he squeezes your ass with both hands until it almost hurts, making you moan and shiver.
"I feel very good about that," he says, and tugs you from the wall. He pushes your shoulders towards the hall, and you start walking. He follows close behind, one hand on your shoulder. As you pass the entrance, the bouncer gives you a wink and a smirk, and you can't help but blush a little.
The daddy bear leads you outside and into the parking lot to a truck. He smiles at you, and pushes you against the passenger door for a moment, kissing you with a rough, possessive tongue and pressing his hard-on against your stomach again.
"Ready to go, boy?" he says.
You nod. He grins, and unlocks the truck. You get into the pickup, strapping yourself in and having to adjust your hard on again in your jeans. The daddy bear gets behind the wheel and looks at you.
"You been spanked before?"
"Uh, not really." You can't help but blush. "It's kind of a fantasy..."
"Well, I'm happy to make your fantasy come true. Just to let you know? The best way to enjoy yourself is to say 'yes sir!' if I ask you any questions." He pauses. "Got it?"
"Yes sir," you say, hearing your voice shake.
"Good boy," he says, and turns on the truck.
He speeds, so it takes about twenty minutes or so to get back to the daddy bear's place - a house just outside the city. The trip passes in silence, and you watch his hairy forearms on the steering wheel out of the corner of your eyes. The daddy bear pulls into the driveway, and gets out, and you follow, your dick still rock hard and your mind racing. You've never just let yourself do this before - go home with a stranger, no names, hell, barely any conversation, but you're so fucking horny and aroused by this hairy older man that at this point you think you'd agree to anything. It's a liberating, arousing - and a little bit terrifying - feeling.
He grabs you again at the doorway once he unlocks it, and pushes you against the wall in the entrance way, another rough intrusive kiss scraping your chin with his beard and filling your mouth with his tongue. You moan into his mouth, and he grabs your ass with both hands, pulling you against him. Finally, he steps back.
"Let me see that ass, boy," he says.
"Yes, sir!" You strip off your shoes, socks, and pants. You've come this far, and you're so turned on, you'd do anything he says. He watches you and smiles when your dick pops up, still hard and desperate to come. He steps back, still in the entrance hall, and undoes his belt, unzips his jeans, and - through the opening in his boxers - he tugs out a thick veiny uncut cock that's hard and ready for you.
"Turn around."
"Yes, sir!"
His rough hands rub your ass cheeks again, and he squeezes. You can't help it, you moan.
"Alright," he says, and gives your butt a quick, light slap. "Upstairs."
You head for the stairs. He slaps your ass hard as you pass him, and he laughs when you yelp. He follows you, close behind, slapping at your ass as you walk, moving faster and faster. He corrals you into the master bedroom, where you see a king sized bed with a cast iron bedrails at the foot and head of the bed. He pushes you onto the bed, and you fall onto your back, looking up at him. He towers above you, a hairy older man with his hard cock obviously straining against his jeans.
He opens the bed-side drawer and pulls out a pair of handcuffs, and a square of cloth.
"Gonna cuff you, gag you, and spank you," he says. "And then you're mine all night, right boy?"
You shiver.
You say...
