Daddies boi...

After your training as a Gimp… you are taken to a auction where leather clad sex toys are sold off to the highest bidder. Underneath the blinding lights of the fetish auction, your body glistened with a thin layer of sweat, your leather corset creaking as you shifted your weight. Your stiff cock bulged standing erect like steel from your exposed crotch. Uncovered your eyes, filled with dread, scanning the sea of leather-clad deviants, finally locking onto a face you hadn't seen in ages. A cruel smirk crossed his lips as my long-lost sire stepped forth, his eyes devouring me whole.

As you stood there, bound and exposed, you couldn't believe your eyes. The leather-clad figures around you were nothing compared to the sight of the man who had bought you. It was your own long-lost sire. The man who had abandoned you not so long ago, cruelly leaving you to fend for yourself in a world you didn't understand.

He stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with a combination of pride and deviance. His power and dominance were written all over his form, clad in dark leather that accentuated his well-muscled frame. You knew, in this perverse twist of fate, you were his now, and he intended to use you as his personal plaything.

His gaze lingered on every inch of your exposed flesh, the lust evident on his dirty face. "Well, well, well," he purred in a voice graveled with age and desire. "If it isn't my disobedient whelp. I've been looking forward to this moment."

His voice sent heat rippling through your veins, and in spite of the respect and longing you harbored for him, your cock throbbed in anticipation. He placed the winning bid, and despite knowing the hell he might subjected you to, relief washed over you.

He led you to his private dungeon, the air thick with anticipation. He unleashed you, peeling off your leather clothing until you stood before him naked and ****. His eyes raked over your young fit body hungrily. "You've grown," he mused, trailing a callused hand down your soft chest and abs. "Let's see how much you've learned since you last graced my presence."

With a smirk, he pushed you onto the cold stone floor, your exposed flesh shivering under the harsh environment. "Get on your knees, boy," he barked, his voice unmistakably dominant. You obeyed without hesitation, your cock hardening at the sound of his command. "You’re going to make me very happy tonight,"

He moved behind you, his large hands gripping your hips firmly. As he pushed his thick member against your entrance, you couldn't help but shake at the memories of your past. Why had he chosen this moment to resurface in your life? Was this his idea of making up for lost time?

He plunged into you, stretching and filling you in a single motion, a low groan escaping his throat as he bottomed out. You cried out, your body preparing for a pleasurable ****. Each thrust, rough and uncompromising, brought waves of pleasure interlaced with pain. You were his, his personal gimp, and you bit your lip to contain your moans of ecstasy.

"You better enjoy this," He grabbed your hips, slamming into your well used and lubricated hole with fierce intensity. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the room, the air filling with the scent of sweat and arousal. His hands roamed over your skin, pinching and pulling at your nipples, heightening your pleasure.

The pain was blinding, the pressure of his throbbing dick entering you was overwhelming. It felt like being impaled on a rusty steel spike. But as the pain faded, the pleasure began to build. you clawed at the floor, trying to find some purchase as he invaded that hole mercilessly. He gripped your hips, pulling you back against him, setting up a punishing rhythm.

His breath puffed against the nape of your neck as he grunted, the **** of his thrusts hammering into you. Sweat mingled on your skin, the smell of it strong and musky. The room was filled with the disgusting wet slapping sounds of your **** fucking, the only other noise being your tortured breaths.

As he continued to ravage you, his breath became heavier, his thrusts more erratic. "You've been well train boi," he growled, his words dripping with possession as he towered over you smirking. "Submitting to me just like yer mother use to... I like it."

You did as he commanded, your body trembling under his control. Your cock leaked, the tip glistening as it bounced on your stomach with each impact. The sensation was overwhelming, torturous yet exhilarating. You were nothing more than his to command, your body a playground for his desire.

His orgasm approached, his thrusts becoming more frenzied. He grabbed your hair in a tight fist, pulling your head back. The act perfumed the air with the scent of sweat, leather, and your arousal. Then, he let out a roar as he filled you with his hot seed, marking you as his once and for all.

Finally, as the clock struck its final toll, he released within you, his cum spurting deep inside that quivering boi-cunt. you could feel it filling you up, marking you as his. As he collapsed on top of you, sweaty bodies mashing together, you knew, in the depths of your shame, that you belonged to him once more.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you bathed in the afterglow of what had just occurred. As his weight pressed into you, you felt a mix of emotions. Part of you was horrified at the events that had unfolded, while another part of you was filled with a perverse satisfaction.

No matter what you felt, one thing was certain. Today, you had become your sire's property. And there was nothing you could do about it. And as you lay intertwined, your cock softening against his thigh, you couldn't help but wonder what he had in store for you...