"Whatever sir wants?"
From Create Your Own Story
Dean's strong arms wrap around you, and his hands meet at your ass, which he squeezes and lifts just enough to make you stand up on your tip-toes in front of him. He lowers his face to yours, and you look up.
"Good answer," he says.
He walks you across the upper floor and you feel the eyes of everyone in the room on you as you approach the curtained area. When you arrive, Dean pulls back the curtain and you step through first, the leather man following close behind you.
You pause once you’re inside, a little stunned at the scene. The room is painted black and lit by a couple of red lights in the ceiling. There are couches all around the outside walls, and in a couple of them, men are sucking other men off, on their knees in front of the couches while the guy they suck leans back. In the center of the room, you see a sling suspended from four chains anchored into the ceiling. Off near the back of the room, there’s also what looks like a wooden stocks with a raised platform in front of it.
Dean wraps his strong arms around you from behind, and one hand rubs over your chest through your t-shirt, finding a nipple and giving it a pinch. You lean back against him, and his breath is hot on your ear.
“Head to the stocks, boy," he says.
You walk there, the heat of the leather man right behind you.
“Won’t need these,” Dean says, undoing your jeans. You step out of your shoes, then tug your jeans off, freeing your cock, which springs to attention. He tugs your shirt over your head, tossing it to the floor, and you stand before him, naked except for your socks. He reaches forward and grabs the back of your neck, pressing you into his firm chest, where you lick at his nipple, and feel the leather harness against your cheek.
“Turn around,” he says.
“Yes sir,” you say, voice a little shaky, and awkwardly turn around to face the stocks. From the couches, you hear a couple of murmured voices, and you realize the other men in the room are watching you, but as you lean forward, you can only really see the area directly in front of the stocks, where there's a raised wooden platform. You feel Dean's leather gloved hand against the back of your head, and you lean all the way forward, putting your hands up, and he closes the stocks around you.
“Nice view," he says, and you squirm.
Dean reaches two fingers between your legs, and rubs them at your hole. You let out a little moan as he rubs your ass and he chuckles.
“You like that, boy?” he says.
“Yes, sir,” you reply, and gasp as he pushes his two leather-clad fingers into your ass a bit. The sensation is somehow both rough and smooth, all at once.
You hear a series of metallic snapping sounds, and then his hand appears around the edge of the stocks, holding the leather codpiece that covered his crotch. He presses the codpiece into your mouth, his arm reaching awkwardly, even as he shoves his two fingers deeper into your ass, a little rougher this time.
You gasp, and he pushes the leather object into your mouth.
“Bite down on that, boy!”
You bite down, and the musk of leather and sweat is heady. You hear footsteps, but your range of vision is too restricted to see how many people have approached, or what they're doing.
"Nice," someone says.
Dean presses his fingers deeper into you, then pulls them out slowly. You moan into the leather codpiece.
“You want to get fucked, don’t you, boy?”
“Yes sir,” you try to say, voice a little muffled by speaking around the codpiece.
“What’s that?” Dean asks. “Can’t hear you.”
“Yes sir!” you manage to yell it louder, through teeth clenching the leather codpiece.
“Yes sir, what?” Dean’s voice is amused.
“Yes sir, fuck me!” you’re nearly yelling.
There's a cool squirt of lube along your ass cheeks, and Dean's fingers move up and down, teasing you. He aligns his cock, now hard, at your hole and shoves in with a violent thrust that makes you see stars. You bite down, grunting around the leather in your jaw, hands curling into fists in the stocks, and your legs shaking. You try to lean away from Dean's cock, but he takes your waist in both hands, and yanks towards him with a jerk that shoves his hard cock even deeper into your hole.
“Fuck that’s good!” Dean says loudly, and then pulls back and shoves into you again with another rough thrust. This time you’re slightly more prepared, but he still batters you inside with his cock. You’re grunting, and swearing into the leather codpiece, and yet soon, with every rough entry, you’re also gasping, and making little mewling noises in the back of your throat, smelling and tasting the sweat and leather of the codpiece in your mouth.
His hands change grips, grabbing the wooden stocks on either side of your hands, and he yanks it towards him with every thrust. He sinks deeper into your ass, and you feel a heat spreading up your balls and cock.
“Fuck, fuck...” Dean’s voice grows ragged as his assault continues. “Fuck!”
With the final swear, he unloads in you deep, your battered hole filling with thick cum in what feels like three hot waves. It’s too much, and you tip over the edge, coming where you stand and shooting a stream of cum against the stocks – you didn’t even touch your cock!
Dean breathes heavily for a few seconds, then pulls his cock out of you. You wince, and he laughs, walking around to the front of the stocks and taking the codpiece from your mouth and snapping it back into place over his cum-sticky cock. You realize the purpose of the platform now - it raises his cock to the level of your mouth.
You look up at him, sweat slick on your skin, and he smiles down at you.
Dean stretches, showing off his muscular chest and arms, then looks back at you. “You want to go? I got better toys at home, and I bet your ass would love it.”
“Don’t go yet,” comes another voice, and you manage to crane your head and see the guy in the wifebeater. He’s standing to the left of Dean, his cock in hand, stroking himself. It’s obvious he enjoyed watching Dean fuck you in the stocks. “We’re waiting for our turn.”
The “we” gives you pause, until you see that the other three guys he came into the bar with are all there, too, standing around watching you. They’re a pretty sleazy looking bunch, mostly in muscle shirts and denim. They’re unshaven, and they’re all probably at least twenty years older than you, but they’re looking at you like they could all eat you right up.
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