Put on the blindfold for the Daddy.
From Create Your Own Story
Your hands shake a little as you tie the cloth around your head. It smells a little sweaty, and it definitely does the job – you can’t see a thing.
“Good boy,” the daddy’s voice is loud in the truck, and he starts it up. A moment later, you’re leaving the parking lot.
Being a passenger while blindfolded is confusing – it’s not long before you’ve lost track of which way the truck has turned, and the daddy doesn’t speak, though ever now and then his hand gives your crotch a quick grope, and your dick doesn’t subside. You wonder what kind of surprise you’re in for – and feel a kind of reckless heat in your stomach as you realize you don’t even know the older man’s name.
You’re not sure how long you drive, but the truck hits a few bumps and definitely moves off the smooth streets to something less maintained. Finally, after what feels like it could have been half an hour, the truck pulls to a stop and the Daddy turns the engine off.
“Stay put,” he says, and gets out of the truck. The door on your side opens, and he helps you stand, taking your shoulder and leading you ahead. You can hear traffic, but it’s faint and pretty far away, as well as insects.
“Wait,” the Daddy says again, his voice gruff, and you pause. He lets go of your shoulder, and you’re pretty sure the noise you hear is a garage door being lifted.
He’s back a moment later, and pushes you forward again. You step from gravel onto concrete, and after a few more steps, he stops you from walking again, and presses against you from behind, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing. His dick is hard against the small of your back, and his hands rub your chest and stomach.
“You’re gonna be a good boy for Daddy, aren’t you?” he growls into your ear.
“Yes,” you say. Your dick strains against your pants.
He chuckles, his hands going lower, and he gives your crotch one more squeeze before he starts to tug on your belt and undo your zipper. His rough hands pull down your jeans and underwear in the same tug, and he steps between your thighs with one foot, taking baring your legs.
“Step out of your shoes, boy,” he says, and you do, one foot, then the other. One of his rough hands takes your dick and strokes you, and you moan.
“Yeah, boy wants it bad, doesn’t he?” His other hand rubs your bare ass.
You moan again. He chuckles. “Stay,” he says again, and lets go, moving away. You stand there, blindfolded, your cock hard out in the air in front of you, wearing only your socks and shirt, totally turned on. You’ve never done anything like this before – you’re so turned on...
He returns, and takes your hands from behind, pulling them together. You feel something cold against your wrist, and then jerk as you hear the snap and click of handcuffs being fastened.
“Hey,” you say, and that’s all that you manage before his hand covers your mouth and he presses himself hard against your back again.
“Shh,” he says, and flicks your ear with his tongue. Your body shivers. “Daddy promised you a birthday surprise. He knows what you want, doesn’t he?” His hand moves slowly from your mouth, and slides down your shirt, then takes your rock hard dick again, stroking you. God you want to cum!
“Yes,” you hear yourself say.
“Yes, Daddy,” he corrects you, and tugs on your balls.
“Yes, Daddy,” you say, and he lets go of your dick and pulls the blindfold off.
You’re not sure where you are, but it’s a smallish room with metal walls, shelves on either side, and in front of you there’s a padded sawhorse of some kind. You turn your head to look around, and the Daddy takes the back of your neck and pushes you forward until you hit the padded sawhorse with your thighs, and then he presses you until your body leans over the top.
“This is Daddy’s playroom,” he says, reaching over you to one of the shelves and grinding his hard on against your ass. You shiver, feeling your hard dick rub against the padded sawhorse. His hand appears in front of your face with a rubber ball with straps attached to it. You realize it’s a ball gag.
“Open wide, boy,” he growls.
You...
