Take a look at the sawhorse.
From Create Your Own Story
You pad naked over to the sawhorse, and run a hand across the top of the padded wooden bench. The two older men follow you, and when you look back at them, they're smiling in a definitely eager way - the crotch of Glen's suit pants are tenting under the pressure of his cock, and Al winks at you.
"Good choice," the bear 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 pressed against the cool wood. 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.
You yelp, and he laughs.
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 bear. Al undoes the first two buttons of his shirt, almost leering at you. It makes your face blush, but your cock throbs all the more. Beside him, Glen loosens his tie and collar, then nods.
Al taps the padding. “Ready to lean over, boy?"
You turn. The bear’s hand pushes at your shoulders and you end up leaning over the sawhorse, ass in the air. Glen 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.
Behind you, you feel Al crouch, and 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 use of the two older men.
Glen walks around behind you as well. You crane your neck and realize that if you look between your own legs – your body is nearly bent over double! – you can see the lower half of the two men standing behind you. 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 Al 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.
The daddy spanks your ass again, harder, and you yelp.
"Gotta get our boy's ass nice and red, don't we?" he chuckles. Another slap lands, even harder. You moan and twist.
"Don't we?" he repeats, louder, and slaps your smooth butt hard.
"Yes!" you yelp out. "Yes!"
Al laughs. “Now he’s getting the idea.”
Glen 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. Meanwhile, Al the bear walks to the front of the sawhorse and crouches down, lifting your head and kissing you roughly while every slap lands. You moan into his mouth, and his hands grip your head tight.
After a while, the bear moves away again, and behind you, the daddy 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.
“Let me,” Al says, and the next strike that lands is all the harder, and more painful than before – and yet your cock is rigid. You twist in the restraints, all but humping the padded sawhorse.
"Yeah, he likes that," 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. The older man shifts behind you, then steps back, his finger pulling away.
“You first,” Al says. “I like sloppy seconds.”
Lowering your head, you can just see past your own hard-on through the underside of the sawhorse to watch the stocky older 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."
Hands start to stroke your back, and you realize with a start that Al has taken his place behind you. You whimper, your hole sore and beaten, and your head hangs low. The hairy legs of the bear – and his thick, hard dick – are visible. You watch a drop of Glen’s cum drip from your hole and land on the bear’s ready cock.
“Undo him,” Al says.
Glen undoes your wrists from the handcuffs, and the bear reaches down behind you to free your ankles. Once undone, you sag painfully, ass burning, across the padded sawhorse, trying to catch your breath. But Al doesn’t give you more than a moment.
Al grabs your shoulders and pushes you off the sawhorse. 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)
