Go look at the sling.
From Create Your Own Story
You pad naked over to the sling, and run one of the chains through your hand - spotting leather loops set into the chains that run to the ceiling. 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 sling, your butt balancing on the edge and setting the sling to rock a little.
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. "Climb in, boy."
It takes you a little bit of balancing to get yourself up onto the sling, but you manage, while the older man smiles down at you. He lifts first your left ankle, then your right, sliding them through the leather loops that are affixed to the straps and you realize they're there to spread your legs wide. Your cock is hard against your stomach, oozing a little precome onto your skin. The daddy smiles.
He walks around behind you, and this time his rough hands take your wrists, pulling them up and apart. He tugs your hands through the leather loops, and then tugs on them - you feel them tighten around your wrists. You shift slightly on the sling, realizing that you're prone and tied in, legs spread - totally available for the stocky daddy's use.
His voice is low, and rumbles. "Now that's a thing of fucking beauty," he says, rubbing two thick fingers under your balls and probing your pucker. Your ass twitches, and you moan again. Then he slaps your balls with his open hand.
You yelp, and he chuckles, another slap following against your tender balls. You can't help but writhe on the sling, but you're so bound and limited in movement that all it does is make the sling start to rock.
He tugs your balls, and you yelp.
"Gotta get my boy worked up, don't I?" he chuckles. Another tug, even harder. You moan and twist.
"Don't I?" he repeats, louder, and reaches up and twists one nipple in his rough fingers.
"Yes!" you yelp out. "Yes!"
He chuckles. The tugging continues, though the older man sometimes pauses for a few moments, or walks back and forth to look at you. Sometimes he twists a nipple again - which is making your dick rock hard and throbbing and still captive to the cockring. He reaches to the wall again, and pulls out a canister, which he unscrews. He scoops up a thick viscous white glob of some sort of grease on two fingers, and then he presses both into your pucker. Your ass begins to loosen under the older man's fingerss, but he doesn't stop, scooping up more of the greasy stuff and shoving his fingers into you with rougher and rougher jabs.
"Yeah, boy, get you nice and slick..." You're soon moaning.
After a while, he moves to the wall of toys, and returns with a black rubber dildo, which he lines up and pushes into your tight pucker with a mean jab. It's not massive, but it goes deep, and it stings even more than his fingers. You yelp and wince and cry out with each twist 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. That's an eager fucking ass you got there, boy." His rough hands return to your ass, three fingers diving into your slick hole, more of the grease rubbed into your ass. His finger trails between your burning ass lips, and he rubs at your hole. "Look at that pretty little pucker," he says.
You groan, pushing back onto his fingers as best you can. He chuckles above you, then steps back, his fingers pulling away.
Lifting your head, you see past your own hard-on above the swing to watch the stocky man undo his suit pants and belt. He strips in front of 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 tub of grease and rubs it along his hard cock.
His fingers are rough on your hole again, diving in without consideration to your comfort, and slick with the thick white grease. 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 grips your calves tightly, and then 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 ass lips 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 legs, pulls all the way out, and reburies his dick inside you again. You swear and curse, hands twisting in the leather loops, legs shaking in the older man's hands, 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 over you, his dick buried in deep while his load spurts into your hole. His hands rub across your chest, and he reaches over 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 picks up the tub of grease, and pushes his fingers into it, and then four of his fingers press at your ass. You moan and yelp, and gasp, but the man continues, forming a spear with his fingers and thumb and twisting at your greasy and cum-filled hole.
"You ever been fisted before, boy?" he asks.
"No!" you gasp, not sure if you're just answering the question, or asking him to stop.
He pushes, and teases, and twists, and you writhe and sweat and beg and moan. He's patient, but persistent, and after a time, you feel something give in your ass and your whole body rocks with a mind-blowing sensation as his hand finally slips into your body. Your head tips back, and you let out a long low moan.
The daddy starts to move his fist inside you, and you groan - you're so full it burns inside and out, but his hand is setting of your whole body. You start begging him to let you come.
"Please! Please!" you gasp, barely able to get the words out.
He laughs, and fist fucks you for a good ten minutes while your dick remains rock hard and leaking precome, your load trapped by the cockring.
When he finally pulls his fist out of you, you feel incredibly empty and beyond sore and stretched. He undoes the straps and slides your ankles from the loops, and you get ouf of the sling 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 just want to get off!
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