Take a look at the pillar.
From Create Your Own Story
You pad naked over to the pillar, and run a hand over the strange chains and cuffs that are fixed in at various heights. 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. Al 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 pillar, your butt pressing against the cool concrete. Glen follows him, and leisurely starts to rub his hand across your chest, pausing to take your nipple between thumb and finger long enough to give you a short pinch.
Al 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 two men.
Glen 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 much harder than before. You gasp and arch your back, and your dick throbs.
The daddy chuckles. "Turn him around, get him ready."
Al takes your waist and pushes. You turn. His hands lift first your left wrist, then your right, raising them high and snapping cuffs around them once you're arms are up in the air. A moment later, he kneels and spreads your ankles wider apart, clicking cuffs at the lower end of the concrete pillar around your ankles. You turn your head, realizing you're now standing prone - arms high, legs spread. They smile at your expression of surprise, and then Al gives your face a not-quite gentle slap. Your whole body shivers.
You realize you're cuffed and helpless - totally available for the bear and the stocky daddy.
The daddy's 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 against the pillar, but you're so bound and limited in movement that all it does is make your ass wiggle for the older man.
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!"
Al laughs. "Now he's getting the idea."
Glen chuckles. Glen's spanking continues, though the older man sometimes pauses for a few moments, or walks back and forth to look at you. Sometimes he reaches between your legs 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, which he hands to . 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.
"Next," Glen says.
Al goes to the shelf of toys, and the bear comes back with a strange whip-like toy, with a handle that ends in five or six short ropes. He slaps it against your back and shoulders and you yell in surprise - it stings!
His chuckle is amused. And flails you again, against your back, your ass, your thighs. Each time, you jump and squirm, and you can feel your skin burning with the heat of every stroke. You're soon hissing through your teeth and moaning at each touch of the cat-o-nine-tails, but your dick, throughout it all, remains rock hard.
The hairy bear slaps your ass again with the toy, hard, and you yelp loud. Al laughs. "Yeah, that's good," he says. "He's ready for you. Go ahead. I like sloppy seconds."
Turning your head, you watch the older daddy 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.
The daddy moves close behind you, and grips your waist. 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 against the column, 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 around you to twist your nipples again. You cry out.
"Yeah," he says, finally pulling out. You feel his load leak from your battered ass. "You're a good boy."
"Undo him," Al says.
Glen undoes the cuffs from your ankles and wrists, and you step back shakily. Al moves toward you, already hard and naked, the hairy bear stepping up behind you and turning you around. He tugs you against him and kisses you, his tongue deep in your mouth. You moan into his, and grind your cock against his hairy thigh. He pushes you back, and says, "On the ground." He shoves hard.
You barely land on your hands and knees before Al is on you again, and he rolls you over onto your back. You yelp in suprise, but the big bear lifts your legs, one calf in each hand, rolling you high onto your shoulders and folding you nearly in half. Your ass burns against the cool concrete floor for a moment, before your hole is rolled up into the air. Glen takes your ankles, and kneels over your face, his cum-and-lube slicked cock slapping onto your lips. You lick at it, on instinct, and he laughs, obviously amused.
Al's cock slides inside you on the same mix of spunk and lube, and you moan again as his cock fills your red and raw ass. The bear leans over you, his hairy stomach sweaty and heavy on your cock and balls, and his strong grip pressing you higher onto your shoulders. The bear grunts as he fucks you with deep thrusts that make you cry out after the assault of the spanking and paddling and Glen's cock. Your ass spasms around the bear's dick, and his hairy beer gut rubs your tied-up-dick with an amazing sensation that makes your hard-on almost painful.
You twist under the bear, and swallow Glen's dick again, desperate for some sort of release of your own. Under your tongue, the spermy dick starts to harden again, and the older man shifts angles and starts to thrust again. "I think I'm ready for another turn when you're done," the daddy says. You moan - you just want to get off!
"Sure thing," the bear says. He leans his hairy body over you, his sweat slick against your stomach and cock, and thrusts into you at a different angle. You feel the bear's load erupt inside you, and he grunts, loud. "Fuck yeah!"
You moan around the older man's cock, but your dick continues to throb.
The men switch positions, and you whimper.
Definitely a birthday you won't forget.
(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)
