"Yes, sir!" and let him gag and handcuff you.

From Create Your Own Story

The daddy bear grins, and positions you higher on the bed, your head on some of the pillows. He pulls your hands up to the metal bar of the headboard, and puts the cuffs on your wrists, looping the chain once around the bar. Then he gives you a long, rough kiss, then puts the folded cloth in your mouth and ties the loose ends behind your head. He stands back, looking at you, and rubs his rough hand all along your stomach and thighs, gripping your balls and giving them a tight enough squeeze that you whimper a little into the gag. He grins.

"Fuckin' beautiful."

From his pocket, he pulls out a cell phone, and your eyes widen when he holds it up to take a picture of you. You hear the digital "click" noise, and he types on the phone with his thick fingers for a few minutes while you make inarticulate noises into the gag. "Just a minute, boy," he growls at you, grinning while he types. Finally, he then tosses it aside.

"All right," the daddy bear says. "Now we're ready."

The daddy bear pulls his shirt over his head. His hairy chest is dusted with gray, but he's got a powerful stocky build that makes you shift on the bed in anticipation. He tugs off his boots and socks, and steps out of his jeans and boxers, his thick meat still hard and standing tall. He crawls onto the bed over you, and grinds himself against you, your cocks are rubbed together hard, his hairy body a delicious friction. You moan into the gag, and he chuckles.

He rolls you over - you have to grip the headboard with your wrists crossed - and then his rough hands are gripping your ass cheeks and squeezing.

"That's a lovely ass," the daddy says, and squeezes once more. "How about one for each birthday and one to grow on, then, eh?"

You nod.

The slap of his palm against your left butt cheek is a stinging surprise - you yelp into the gag, but the warmth that follows across your skin seems to go directly to your cock, which is rigid. You thought you'd enjoy this, and you'd fantastized about it, but the reality is more than living up to expectation.

Slap!

The second strike hits your other ass cheek, and your startled yelp is greeted by a warm, deep chuckle from behind you. "You like that, boy?"

You nod again.

"Three. Four." He counts with every strike of his hand, and the initial shock-sting-burn begins to change. The hot pain intensifies with each hard spank, and you find yourself struggling not to flinch before the coming spank. By the time he's in the teens, your ass feels like it's almost aflame, and each slap that follows has you gasping through the cloth gag. Your waist droops a bit as your knees shift, and the daddy bear takes a moment to grip your waist and tug you back up into position.

"Almost there, boy," he says, and then spanks you all the harder for the next four hits. By the time he finally calls out your age, tears are leaking from the corners of your eyes, and yet your dick has never been this hard in your life. When the daddy bear reaches between your legs and gives you a quick tug, it's everything you can do not to groan in borderline misery. You so want to get off!

"Okay, and one to grow on," he says, and hits your ass with the flat of his palm so hard you do groan this time, in a mix of lust and pain you didn't know you could fee.

"Now that is a lovely, lovely red little boy ass. Daddy just wants to eat that right up." Then his beard is at your ass, the roughness of it makes you cry out into the gag even as the wetness of his hot tongue darts between your abused ass cheeks. It's incredible—the heat of your spanked skin is all the more sensitive to his beard, and his tongue is driving you crazy with need. You're soon writhing and gasping into the gag, pushing your ass against his bearded face while he jabs his tongue at your entrance.

He spits into your hole a few times, and then uses one rough finger to push his spit in, slicking you up. You groan at the feel of his finger inside you, and whimper when he removes it to spit again and again.

"Gonna fuck you, boy," he growls, and shifts on the bed.

He rubs his cock up and down between your ass cheeks, and tugs on your waist until you rise high on your hands and knees. Then he grips your waist tighter, lines up his dick at your hole, and shoves in with nothing but the spit for lube.

He's thick, and his rough entry makes you cry out a little into the cloth gag. He grunts, pushing himself in deeper, and you gasp in a breath. He chuckles, and you can feel his dick vibrate with his laughter. He leans over you, pushing his dick in further.

"Ain't got no neighbors, boy," he says. "Be as loud as you can, if you want. Gag's just my way of making sure you don't say "no" to anything I want."

You shiver.

Then he starts to fuck you with almost ruthless thrusts from the get-go. You grunt and moan and cry out but the sounds are muffled into the gag, and you wouldn't want him to stop anyway. The sensation of his cock beating your ass inside is incredible, and his rough grip and gravelly voice make you feel more submissive and boyish than you've ever felt in your life. Every now and then he slaps your ass again, and the shock-heat-pain of it has you gripping the bedrail with both hands and holding on for life while he rams into you. Helpless in the hands of this daddy bear, you push back onto his cock, getting thoroughly fucked by his cock. Your ass aches as his dick rams home again and again, each slap of his hairy belly against your burning red ass-cheeks sending a wave of sensation up your spine.

"Yeah, take daddy's dick, boy..." he growls as he fucks you. "You like daddy fucking your ass, don't you boy?"

You make a noise into the gag, and nod furiously. Your hair is damp with sweat, and you can feel drops of the man's sweat hitting your back.

"Want it meaner, boy?"

You make a desperate noise. He laughs, and fucks you all the harder.

Without warning, he pulls out, and you grunt in surprise and a little pain. He rolls you over roughly, your wrists tugged by the cuffs as they uncross, and you grip the bar once you're on your back again. The blankets make your spanked ass feel like it's on fire. He places himself between your legs, and lifts your ankles high. Looming over you, the hairy daddy pushes his dick back into your roughly fucked ass and leans far over you, ramming himself home with his thick powerful thighs. You look up at him, watching his neck redden with the effort and his eyes lock on yours.

"Just the start, boy," he says. "You're gonna take cock all fucking night! You want daddy's cock in you deep, don't you boy?"

You nod your head rapidly, and make a noise that's nearly a yell, and he laughs, thrusting a few dozen more times with rougher and rougher thrusts. He batters your ass for what feels like an hour, tilting slightly to the left or right now and then to make his dick rub different parts of your hole. He's covered in sweat, his musk in the air of the room, and your own torso is slick. Finally, with a loud grunt, he shoves in deep and comes, spilling his spunk deep in your hole. You arch your back, your own cock so hard and aching for release, and feel his load fill your insides with wet heat.

He pulls out, panting, and lets go of your ankles. He pushes two fingers into your ass, getting them slick with his load, and then uses his other hand to tug the cloth away from your mouth just long enough to make you lick his fingers clean. Then the gag goes back on.

He rolls to the side, and gives your balls another squeeze. You moan into the gag.

"I'm gonna grab a beer," he says, and gets off the bed. You watch him as he walks out, his dick already half-hard again, swaying between his thighs.

He comes back with two bottles, and drinks one while he flicks at your nipples, fingers your ass, and - from the same bedside table - pulls out a bottle of lube and really slicks your hole up, turning you over again and positioning you on your knees, spanked red ass still burning. His fingers dive in and out of you while you writhe and moan into the gag, and he finishes his beer. By that point, his cockhead is once more visible from under his foreskin, this thick veiny cock hard again.

You hear the front door open downstairs. Your eyes go wide, but the daddy bear grins at you, and gives your ass another playful slap. It stings so much you whimper.

"Don't worry, boy," he says. "I invited him."

Your eyes bug out and you writhe a little, and he laughs.

A voice calls, "You upstairs?" You shiver, your ass in the air, lubed and sticky with cum, completely helpless.

"Yeah," the daddy bear calls. "I got cheap takeout."

"I can see that from the clothes on the floor," the voice rises in volume as the second man comes up the stairs. When he gets to the doorway, your eyes widen in shock. It's the bear you saw leaving the Midtown Pub with the young blond guy, hours ago. He's wearing a sleeveless black shirt with the words "PIG TOP" written on them.

"My lucky night," the bear says, "I just left this blond twink at the truck stop just leakin'. Now you've got another one, eh?"

The daddy bear smiles. "All red and ready."

"Pretty ass. You do that?"

"With my own hand," the daddy bear laughs. "He took right to it. He's an eager little slut." The daddy bear squeezes your balls again. "Aren't you?"

You moan, and nod piteously.

"Well shit," the daddy bear says. "You want more cock, boy? That what you're saying?"

You moan louder.

The newcomer in the PIG TOP T-shirt starts to undo his jeans. "I can help with that. I like sloppy seconds."

They fuck you all night - taking turns, flipping you over, from behind and on your back. Finally, when the two sweaty bears have rubbed your skin raw with their hairy bodies and fucked your ass so full of spunk it's leaking out of you, they uncuff your hands and you jerk yourself off furiously between them. Then they rub you down, tuck you between their two hot, rough bodies, and you fall asleep, completely and utterly fucked.

You'll never forget this birthday. Ever.

(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)