Good boi...

As Connor stepped through the ominous door of The Bar, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through his veins. He had heard countless rumors about the place, but none could prepare him for the sight that greeted him upon entry. Dimly lit by flickering neon lights, the room was filled with a diverse crowd—some clad in leather, others in casual attire, all exuding an air of nonchalant confidence. A thick haze of cigar smoke hung heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of sweat and sex that permeated every corner of the establishment.

Connor scanned the scene, searching for someone or something that would guide him on this uncharted journey. His eyes landed on a man sitting alone at one end of the bar, dressed entirely in black leather from head to toe. Something about him drew Connor in; it might have been the way his piercing grey eyes seemed to see right through him, or perhaps it was just the sheer magnetism radiating off him like heat waves. He was a big man, build like a Olympic weight lifter would a huge hair chest and muscle gut. Either way, Connor knew instinctively that this stranger held the key to unlocking the desires burning within him.

With newfound determination, Connor made his way over to the mysterious figure, feeling each step lead him closer not only physically but emotionally as well. As he approached, he couldn't help but notice how imposing yet enticing the man looked, seated casually on flood beside his was a younger man about Conner's age. The young man was clad in an sleek black rubber suit, that left the man walking around on his knees and elbows. The sight sent shivers down Connor's spine… a combination of fear and anticipation that left him both trembling and hard all at once.

"Hey," Connor said softly, trying to keep his voice steady despite the pounding of his heart against his chest. "Mind if I join you?" He asked, gesturing towards an empty stool next to the big leather clad daddy. Without waiting for permission, he slid onto the seat, immediately aware of their bodies pressed so close together.

"Call me Nick." The stranger grunted and merely raised an eyebrow before taking a long drag from his cigar, blowing out smoke in slow circles around them. His gaze never wavered from Connor's face, making the younger man feel exposed under its intensity. But there was something undeniably thrilling about it too; like being caught in the headlights of a speeding train with no hope of escape. And somehow, that thought excited him even more than anything else had thus far.

Before Connor knew what was happening he was listening to the big man's proposition, and couldn't help feeling intensely aroused as Nick offer to turn him into a 'good pet'. Leading him into a side room, Nick then handed him a sleek black rubber suit and ordered him to pull it on.

The suit slid on grudgingly, even with the lube it pulled out more than a few tuffs of the young mans body hair, however Connor quickly managed to slide into the suit. He hadn't noticed it, but the suit had a built in locking collar on it. Nick pulled the zip up to the collar in back, slipped it though a loop before buckled the collar over it snugly around his lil' pets neck. Connor was so startled and raised his hands to the collar, only to hear a loud heavy click of a padlock being closed behind him. "Yeah you're locked in that suit… until I choose to release you." The daddy growled making Connors heart race faster.

Nick took hold of Conner by the leash attached to the collar, leading him through another door where they found themselves standing atop a large bed covered in leather restraints. Without hesitation or warning, he yanked gently on the leash pulling Connor onto all fours next to two other men who were already secured spread-eagle against the mattress.

Connor could feel himself trembling from head to toe as he realized what was about to happen; not just physically, but emotionally too. This wasn’t some fleeting fantasy anymore—it was real life, raw and unapologetic. And despite the fear coursing through every vein in his body, there was an undeniable thrill that left him hard as steel. He couldn't help but whimper softly when Nick roughly grabbed his hips, positioning him over one of the immobilized figures below. With no time for second thoughts, Nick thrust into him with brutal ****, sending waves of pleasure and pain crashing through Connor like a tidal wave. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he cried out in both agony and delight, feeling completely owned and used by this dominant figure.

As Nick continued to pound into him relentlessly, Connor felt something inside him break open—a dam holding back years worth of repressed desires finally giving way under the sheer intensity of their encounter. It was primal, visceral… everything he had ever wanted yet never dared to dream possible. The sensation only grew more intense as another man approached them from behind, reaching around to grab hold of Connors erection. Without warning or permission, the stranger began stroking him rhythmically, matching the pace of Nick’s thrusts perfectly. This unexpected touch sent Connor spiraling further into euphoria; it was too much, far beyond anything he could have imagined before stepping foot into The Bar tonight. And somehow, that realization made every inch of his being yearn for even more.

With each passing moment, Connor found himself losing control entirely... his body writhing beneath the onslaught of sensations coursing through him. He couldn't help but let loose with a string of obscenities, curses spilling forth like water breaking free from its banks. His moans became louder, more **** as pleasure built within him like an impending storm. Finally, just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, a wave of pure ecstasy washed over him in one powerful surge. With a guttural cry, Connor came hard against the hand gripping his cock, paint splattering across the face and chest of the man below him. At the same time, Nick roared out his own release, filling Connor completely until they were both spent and panting heavily. "Good doggy..."

As their bodies finally stilled, Connor lay collapsed atop the other man, feeling utterly drained yet strangely satisfied. For the first time in his life, he had allowed himself to be fully consumed by desire without holding back or looking back; it was liberating in ways words could never capture. And though fear lingered somewhere deep inside him, it paled in comparison to the exhilaration that now filled every fiber of his being. As for what happened next… well, only time would tell where this newfound journey might lead him. But whatever awaited on the horizon, Connor knew beyond doubt that there was no turning back... he had crossed into uncharted territory, and nothing short of complete surrender would suffice from here on out