Take the offer for the bed.
From Create Your Own Story
"Good boy," the daddy smiles, and moves to the wall of toys again. He returns with some softer looking handcuffs - they have padding inside them, and a small black ball on a strap. You reach down for the cockring, and he shakes his head.
"No, boy, that stays put."
He leads you up from his playroom into the house proper, and up the flight of stairs to where you assume the bedrooms are. He leads you inside one of them, where a large brass-rail bed is made, and then he nods at it.
"Get in," he says.
You slide onto the bed obediently, and he kneels beside you, rolling you onto your stomach with his rough hands, and then pulling your wrists behind your back. The padded handcuffs aren't uncomfortable, and there's enough give that you don't feel tight in the shoulders. He rolls you back onto your back, and raises an eyebrow.
"Good?" he asks.
You nod. Your cock is rock hard in the air, and your balls ache for release.
He smiles, and then pops the black ball into your mouth, fastening it on both sides around the back of your head. You realize it's a gag, and make a little noise in the back of your throat.
"What's that?" he says, laughing.
He pulls the blanket over you, and then leaves the room, turning the light off as he goes.
Your hard dick makes it so hard to sleep, but eventually, you feel yourself drift off.
"Who's this sleeping in my bed?"
The voice startles you awake, but in the darkened room you can't see much. There's an outline of someone beside you in the bed, and a hand is sliding up your thigh.
You make a noise in the gag.
"Oh I remember you," the voice is amused. You remember that voice now - it's the red haired bear from the hot tub at the midtown spa. You'd thought he and the daddy were friends, but you didn't realize they lived together. The bear's hand cups your aching balls and hard dick, and squeezes. You moan, unable to help yourself - thanks to the cockring, you're still rock hard.
"You must be a present," the bear chuckles, and he rolls you onto your stomach. You try to squirm, but bound as you are, you're soon face down in the pillow, your ass up in the air. The bear's rough finger probes your sore pucker.
"Huh," he says. "Sloppy seconds for me, I guess." He chuckles as you squirm again, but then his bearded mouth is at your ass, licking and sucking at your hole, and you moan and gasp under his attentions. The sensations on your abused hole are a mix of relief and agony - his beard scratches, but his tongue is a hot welcome slickness. He pulls away long enough to laugh.
"Knew when I saw you you were gonna be a fucktoy. Best kind of fucktoy, too - total slut." You moan, and his tongue slurps at your ass again. He pauses once more, his voice heavy with amusement. "Just say stop if you don't want me to fuck your slutty little fucktoy ass."
With your hands cuffed and your mouth gagged, you have no way to protest - and before you know it, the bear has tugged you up onto your knees, buried your face into the pillows with one strong hand on the back of your neck, and is lining a hard dick up at your spit-soaked hole. He grunts as his thick meat enters you, fucking you from behind.
"You're tight for a slutty fuck-toy, but we can take care of that..." he chuckles, and then moves both hands to your waist, gripping your sides while he thrusts into you. Suddenly, the lights snap on, and you hear the daddy's voice.
"Thought I heard you get back," he says.
"Yeah," the bear says, still ramming your hole. "Thanks for the boy."
"I think I'm ready for a turn when you're done," the daddy says. You awkwardly turn your head, biting down hard onto the gag as the bear plunges his dick deep into your hole. The daddy smiles at you, naked, and already half-hard.
"Sure thing," the bear says. He leans his hairy body over you, his sweat slick against your back, and thrusts into you at a different angle. You yelp into the gag, but your dick continues to throb.
Definitely a birthday you won't forget.
(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)
