Go look at the sawhorse.
From Create Your Own Story
You pad naked over to the sawhorse, and run a hand over the top. Across the top there's a kind of vinyl padding. Beside it, there's a funny looking pole with loops on either end. The stocky suited daddy follows you, and when you look back at him, he's smiling in a definitely eager way - the crotch of his suit pants are tenting under the pressure of his cock.
"Good choice," he says. He reaches over to the shelf and picks up a short black strap with silver studs on it, then turns you around until you're facing him. He pushes you a little, and you step back against the sawhorse, your butt balancing on the padded top.
He takes your dick in one rough hand, and tugs a little. You moan, and he chuckles, wrapping the strap around your cock and balls and then clicking it in place - it's tight, but not entirely uncomfortable. You look down at the cockring, then back up at the man.
He loosens his tie and collar, then nods. He runs one hand down your chest, smiling, and stops at a nipple which he pinches suddenly and hard. You gasp and arch your back, and your dick throbs.
The daddy chuckles. "Turn around."
Your rise and turn. His hand pushes at your shoulders and you end up leaning over the sawhorse, ass in the air. He comes around to the front of you, his suited crotch tantalizingly close to your mouth, but then crouches in front of you and pulls two pairs of handcuffs from beside the sawhorse. A moment later, your hands are handcuffed to silver loops set half-way down the legs of the sawhorse. He smiles at your expression of surprise, and then gives your face a not-quite gentle slap. Your whole body shivers.
He walks around behind you again, and this time his rough hands take your ankles, pulling them further apart. He fiddles with the pole with the straps, and you realize it's a spreader bar - the loops are snug around your ankles, and it forces your legs to stay further apart. You shift slightly on the sawhorse, realizing that you're prone and spread, ass in the air, and cuffed to the frame - totally available for the stocky daddy's use.
His voice is low, and rumbles. "Now that's a thing of fucking beauty," he says. Then he slaps your ass, hard, with his open hand.
You yelp, and he chuckles, another slap following on your other ass cheek. You can't help but writhe on the sawhorse, but you're so bound and limited in movement that all it does is make your ass wiggle in the air.
He spanks your ass again, harder, and you yelp.
"Gotta get my boy's ass nice and red, don't I?" he chuckles. Another slap lands, even harder. You moan and twist.
"Don't I?" he repeats, louder, and slaps your smooth butt hard.
"Yes!" you yelp out. "Yes!"
He chuckles. The spanking continues, though the older man sometimes pauses for a few moments, or walks back and forth to look at you. Sometimes he reaches under your ass and tugs your dick - which is rock hard and throbbing, and captive to the cockring. Your ass begins to burn under the older man's hands, but he doesn't stop. After a while, he moves to the wall of toys, and returns with a black rubber paddle. When the paddle strikes your ass, it stings even more than his hand, and you yelp and wince and cry out with each crack of the black plastic, but your cock remains rock hard even as your ass starts to burn with wild heat.
"Yeah," the daddy growls. "Look at that ass." His rough hands rub across your reddened skin, his touch against your hypersensitive spanked and paddled skin making your whole body writhe. His finger trails between your burning ass cheeks, and he rubs at your hole. "Look at that pretty little pucker," he says.
You groan, pushing back onto his finger as best you can. He chuckles behind you, then steps back, his finger pulling away.
Lowering your head, you can just see past your own hard-on through the underside of the sawhorse to watch the stocky man undo his suit pants and belt. He strips behind you, down to his dress socks, folding his shirt and pants and suit jacket neatly and revealing his stocky thick frame as he does so. His dick is hard and thick, with a blunt head, and he reaches once more to the wall of objects to pull out a bottle of lube.
His fingers are rough on your hole, diving in without consideration to your comfort, and slick with lube. You groan and moan, and the older man fingers you all the rougher. Your dick and balls ache for release, and you hear yourself making needful whimpering noises.
He pushes himself into you hard and mean, burying his dick into your hole with a rough thrust that presses his shaved balls against your beaten ass. The feel of his stubbled skin against your red and sore skin is an intense mix of pleasure and pain, and you gasp for breath.
"Yeah," he growls. "A tight hot fuckhole for daddy."
He grips your waist, pulls all the way out, and reburies his dick inside you again. You swear and curse, hands twisting in the handcuffs, legs shaking in the spreader-bar, and totally at his mercy. His fucking is almost violently possessive, and you hear yourself begging for it. His voice never rises, and his thick cock continues to assault your hole as he calmly reminds you with every thrust that you're his fuckhole, his boy, his toy to play with. Your head spins, your ass burns, and your dick throbs.
When he does come, he does so with a rough shove and a long, low grunt. He stands behind you, his dick buried in deep while his load spurts into your hole. His hands rub across your back, and he reaches under you to twist your nipples again. You yelp.
"Yeah," he says, finally pulling out. You feel his load leak from your battered ass. "You're a good boy."
He undoes the cuffs and spreader bar, and you rise shakily. He tugs you against him and kisses you, his tongue deep in your mouth. You moan into his, and grind your cock against his hard thigh.
He breaks the kiss. "You need a ride home, or can I tie you up and put in you in a bed for tonight?" His hand tugs your hard dick. God you want to get off!
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