"Let's go, sir. I'm looking forward to being helpless."

From Create Your Own Story

The bouncer throws Dean a poisonous look, but Dean just smirks.

Dean takes you back to his place, which isn't far, and once you're inside the small house, he walks you straight down the stairs into its small stone basement. There, a leather sling hangs from the ceiling, what looks like a workbench covered in black leather stands beside it, and all sorts of black leather and rubber objects line the wall behind it and sit on two large tables. He presses hard against you, and kisses you possessively, tugging at your shirt and jeans and stripping you naked while his tongue and hands move all over you.

After he strips you, he breaks off the kiss and grins at you, placing a gloved hand in the middle of your chest and pushing you backwards to the strange workbench. Your legs hit it, and you sit reflexively, but the leather stud tugs you back up to your feet and turns you around. Once you face the bench, you realize it's designed for you to be bent over, with leather straps at the base on either side - two for your ankles, two for your wrists - to leave you open and helpless, as promised. You shiver.

"Well boy?" Dean's voice is nearly a growl in your ear, and his hand slides down your chest, his leather covered fingers gripping your dick and balls and giving you a squeeze that makes you squirm. "How helpless you looking to be?" His other hand reaches past you to one of the shelves, and he picks up a black plastic ball-gag. "You want to be my bitch tonight?"


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