Now that, Evan thought, was a boy he would like to get his hands on. Couldn’t be older than 25 at the most, but maybe even a little younger. Dressed like he wanted people to look at him, but hanging on the wall like he didn’t know what to do once he had the gaze. Blonde hair, probably not natural, toned body, and he’d caught the boy looking at Evan more than a few times tonight. He knew how to cruise, if nothing else, so he wasn’t a novice, but he knew how to make you think he might be. Evan’s tastes, on the other hand, were a bit rougher than this boy might be ready for, but that could be fun too. Evan tugged down on his leather vest, straightened his muir cap, and went over to the bar, bought a couple of drinks, and took one over to the boy. He took it and drank it–trusting, which was never a good idea.
They didn’t say much to one another, the boy didn’t seem very interested in what Evan might have to say. Instead, he just pulled ‘Daddy’ (as the boy called him, not even bothering to get Evan’s name into the dark corridors of the bar. Sex wasn’t kosher here, but that had never stopped anyone before. Things got heavier, and the boy was supple, giving into Evan’s dominance, but never breaking. The boy was so damn hot–Evan couldn’t recall the last time he’d been this into anyone, but as horny as he was, his cock was…unresponsive. The best he could manage was a half mast, and the boy’s hole was too tight for him to penetrate. The boy was nice enough about it, but from the smirk on his face, Evan could tell what he had to be thinking. Evan was going to break it off graciously, but instead, the boy shoved him to the wall with surprising force, hauled down Evan’s pants, was the boy’s cock was inside him before Evan even really realized what had happened.
It had been a long time since Evan had been fucked, and it hurt–the boy was too new to know how to break someone in, or too self-centered to care. Evan let him have it though–because it did feel surprisingly good, and the boy blew a load in him quickly, gave Daddy a parting kiss, and then slipped away. It wasn’t until his pants were back up, and he felt something leaking down the inside of his thigh, that Evan realized the boy had fucked him raw–without even asking. It had been hot though, all the same.
The next few days, as Evan went about his normal life, he kept…noticing things. Little details about himself that seemed a bit off. He’d just turned 31, but he’d always been proud of how gracefully he’d been aging–not that he necessarily looked young, but that he looked, well, hot. He looked mature, without looking, well, old. Each time he looked in the mirror though, he kept seeing something off–a few grey hairs in his beard, his hairline receding a couple of centimeters, a little extra paunch around his waist that made his pants feel a bit too tight. On their own, nothing would have caused too much alarm, but all together, it made him feel, well, out of sorts. It didn’t help that his cock still wasn’t performing as well as he was used to. He jacked off a few times, and while he was plenty horny, his cock just never seemed to get quite as still as it used to. The next weekend, he decided to go out again–what he needed was a fresh conquest, something to help him feel alive again. He put on his leathers, and headed for the bar–but he hadn’t gotten his first drink before the boy from before was on him.
He was…flattered, to say the least, and more than happy to have a second chance with the young stud. They had some beers together, and then headed for Evan’s place, where he had decided he was going to give the boy a night he wouldn’t soon forget. But like before, in the bar, all of his plans went sideways. He’d wanted to shackle the boy to the bed, but as soon as the boy saw the setup, he ordered Evan into them instead, face down. He hadn’t wanted to, but the boy could be…convincing. Once tied down, the boy had explored his closet, and Evan soon found out the boy was not the novice he had expected. He whipped him, paddled him, used all manner of toys on his hole before fucking him again, ordering Evan to beg him his boy for his cock, and while it wasn’t the scene he’d imagined, like before, it was…hot as hell. Exhausted, he passed out on the bed, the boy’s load still in his ass, while his boy cooed at him, telling him what a good daddy he was going to be.
When he woke the next morning, he was no longer shackled to the bed, but he found that he was still bound in a set of irons he kept in his toy chest. The chains on the hands and legs were long enough that someone in them could walk, and do most basic tasks, but not long enough to run or escape easily. The boy was sleeping in bed with him, and Evan woke him up, asking the boy to release him. Instead, the boy told him to get started on breakfast for him–he was going to sleep in for another hour or so.
He wanted to insist the boy give him the keys…but he didn’t. Instead, he got out of bed and shuffled into the kitchen, where he started making breakfast for the boy–frustrated, but more horny than anything else. He still hadn’t cum during all that session, and while his cock was stubbornly soft, he was aching with need all the same. The boy wandered in, yawning, as Evan finished up the meal, took a seat at the table, and let Evan serve him. Before Evan could sit to join him, the boy told him to get under the table and take care of his morning wood first. Again, he wanted to resist, but he couldn’t stop himself–he got under the table and sucked the boy off while he ate, swallowing another load from him. After, the boy had him clean off his feet until he finished eating, and when he was done, he got up, and got dressed.
“Boy, aren’t you gonna let me out of this?” Evan asked, but his voice sounded…strange. Raspier, and older–and weaker.
“I’ll be back in a few hours, daddy–your collection is good, but I need some…special stuff from my stash. We have all weekend together–don’t you worry. Clean up the kitchen, have lunch ready for when I get back, and if you finish before that, you can fuck yourself with a dildo for a while, alright?”
After the boy left, it was the first time Evan saw himself in the mirror–and now he knew for certain. The boy’s cum…it was fucking with his body, making him look older–his hairline now receding even more, his beard half grey, and he looked to be in his forties. He wanted to run, or get help, but instead he shuffled in and cleaned up, and fixed lunch, and then fucked himself until his boy got back, and the boy didn’t leave again until Sunday night, when his daddy was finished. He gave him a proper whipping as a send off, the old leather fag begging his boy for more, to hit him harder, until with a series of full body spasms the old fuck came, a measly few drops of cum dribbling from his permanently soft cock, onto the floor of his house. After that, the boy fucked him one final time, and then let his new, wonderfully masochistic daddy down. Evan thanked his boy for allowing him the pleasure of serving him, that he was so lucky to have a boy as strong, and smart, and young, and fit as he was. Then the boy left–and Evan was alone with his aching body, a back full of welts, and no idea of what to do next.
Still, he was retired now. That gave him plenty of time to have young men around. He especially loved inviting over boys, giving them lessons on how to abuse a daddy’s body properly–but he always made time for his boy, when he wasn’t busy. After all, the boy had so many daddies to attend to–he couldn’t get to them all on a regular basis. Evan could be patient though–because a weekend with his boy made the waiting all worthwhile.
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