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Eli, your best friends Dad leads you out of his house and in..
🕑 Added 2024-05-07 14:00:10 +0000 UTC Eli, your best friends Dad leads you out of his house and into a nearby detached garage, the sunlight dazzling you for a moment as you follow the carefully maintained stepping stones. You can’t help but feel like the mood has been a little deflated - Usually your visit would mean getting right down to business, but all your conversation and foreplay didn’t get anywhere. “I thought we could try something new.” Your Daddy friend said simply, opening a small side door to the garage and letting you in. It was larger than you expected, two comfortable bays with a old beat up truck on the far side. You knew Eli had some ideation for tinkering, but you had no clue he had a little man cave out here. You can’t help but find the idea at least a little arousing. You feel a hand gently land on your shoulder, being lead past the piles of scrap metal and auto parts into a sparse office area in the corner. A less-than-flattering fluorescent light shines above the space, with only a rickety metal desk and chair waiting under it. The floor is concrete, cracked and stained, and as you stay the smell of oil and gasoline lingers, making you feel slightly more uncomfortable than you where before. Eli turns the chair around - On it is a leash, a dog collar of some sort, with a rope tied to one end. He looks at you for a moment, trying to read the confusion in your eyes. Slowly, carefully, he removes his shirt and shorts, revealing nothing underneath. His cock is already partially erect, leaking precum down his thick thigh as he stands confidently before you. The fluorescent bulbs above flicker intermittently, casting a sporadic glow on his belly and thick frame. The scent of sweat and desire hangs in the air, along with that unmistakable oil and fuel. “This isn’t for you…” He says simply, picking up the collar. It’s aged and worn, but made of some sort of quality leather. As he walks towards you, he unfastens the latch with practiced ease, the metal clicking softly in his hand. You feel a stirring in your chest as he presents the open end towards himself, waiting for you to collar him. You hands tremble as you gently secure the collar at his neck, the rope taught in your hand. Eli leads you back to the chair, asking you to sit down as his final order. Daddy Eli kneels in front of you, opening your legs to squeeze between them. His eyes reach your own, motioning to the rope attached to his collar for you to grab on. You can feel your member already stiffening. "Tell me what to do, son." He says with a whisper… ~ You let out a deep, almost exhausted groan as you can feel Eli’s mature mouth wrapping around the head of your cock, lapping underneath the head and taking in every taste. His mouth feels like a furnace, the heat radiating from his tongue as he expertly flicks against your cock slit, making sure you’re nice and clean. He slows for a moment, looking up at you with a pleading expression… It was strange for Eli to give up this much control, but something about it was incredibly thrilling, with all of that excitement and tension going straight into your cock for him to work over. With a firm grip on the rope, your muscles strain as you pull harder, eliciting a desperate whimper from your Daddy beneath you. His head bobs up and down in a steady rhythm, hands grasping at your thighs for support as he services you with his expert mouth. Your grip tightens even more, causing him to gag and struggle against you, but you don't let up. Moans escape both of your lips as you can feel the finale getting close - every pump of your shaft coursing through your body and making the room spin around you. You’ve never had your cock sucked this good before. You pull on the rope again, making him squeal as you feel your orgasm rushing, spilling your seed down Daddy’s tight throat as you keep him there, riding out the intense sensation and bucking into his mouth until he surfaces for air. He coughs and gags, but you know he is making sure every drop of your release is swallowed. You collapse in the rickety chair, gasping for breath as Eli gives a chuckle, taking the rope gently out of your hand. “Next time we’ll try somewhere else but the garage.”
