Boryn Stone
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Dad's Lesson
🕑 Added 2023-09-14 21:47:02 +0000 UTCDad and I never got along once he learned I was gay. He was old-fashioned, believing in roles, never imagining why men could ever end up with men. No wonder he was divorced. He thought bringing me around his house constantly would allow him to change me, always trying to bring up the topic of women. Heading over to his place again, I'd finally decided that I'd show him what I was about instead.
All it took was a little sleeping substance mixed in his food to bring him down. It was easy to get him in bed, bringing the chains I carried in my car into his house. In moments I had his wrists and ankles bound to each other, stripped wearing just the white briefs he was always in.
After a few minutes he was awake again, finding himself prone in a position he'd seen women in countless times. He still thought he was in control, demanding me to obey as if he wasn't the one chained up. I was instantly hard seeing him in this position, leading me to pull down the back of his briefs and place my cock on his crack. He did his best to clench in an attempt to keep me out, but it only wore his muscles out, quickly fatiguing them allowing me to slip in.
I watched a ripple travel through his body as all his muscles relaxed, his body accepting me whole. I could tell he was trying not to moan, but it only took a few thrusts to placate his mind, a drone emanated from his throat as all his thoughts disappeared, his mind consumed by my shaft. It didn't take long until I felt him begin to flex his rear with my cock inside him, needing it, enjoying it. Wanting it deeper. He began to sweat, his voice growing louder loving each moment.
I felt him cum. His body clamped up, his rear milking every bit of pleasure out of my shaft as it could. I kept going, ensuring he'd finished in his briefs several times, cementing his place below me before I needed a break. I left him there, soaking in his sweat and cum to enjoy the aftershock of his orgasms. When I walked back into the room, he was staring directly at me, eyes pleading, begging for more.
