Leather Daddy: Jensen Ackles (3)

“Look at you,” Jensen growls, his voice low and rough, reverberating off the stone walls. “Already dripping for me, huh? You’re gonna beg for every inch.”
Your hands are bound behind your back with soft black rope. A leather collar encircles your throat, a small ring dangling from it, waiting for Jensen’s leash.
“You like being restrained?” Jensen asks, stepping closer. He lifts a gloved hand, tracing the line of your jaw with his thumb. “Answer me.”
“Y‑yes, sir,” You whisper, voice cracking. “I… I want you to use me.”
Jensen’s lips curl into a smirk. He slides his hand down, gripping your chin firmly, forcing your eyes to meet. “Good. Because I’m gonna make you scream until your throat is raw.”
He unbuckles his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. His cock springs free, thick and heavy, a glossy, pink head. A bead of precum slides down the shaft, catching the light.
“Open up,” Jensen commands, pressing the tip against your parted lips. “Suck it like you mean it.”
You obey, wrapping your lips around the swollen head, tongue swirling eagerly. Jensen moans low, his hips jerking forward as the warm mouth envelops him. He grabs a handful of your hair, pulling just enough to elicit a gasp.

“That’s it,” Jensen growls, his voice thick with pleasure. “Feel how hard I am? You’re gonna take every inch down that pretty throat of yours.”
He begins to thrust, slow at first, then faster, each push driving his cock deeper. Your eyes water, but he doesn’t pull away.
“Taking it like a good boy, you love the taste of my precum, don’t you? You want me to fill you up?”
“Yes, sir… please…” You manage around his cock, voice muffled but desperate.
Jensen pulls back, leaving you gasping, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of Jensen’s cock. He steps back, admiring the sight: Your chest heaving, nipples hard, the rope biting into your wrists, the collar tight around your throat.
“Turn over,” Jensen orders, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Ass up, face down.”
You obey, presenting your rounded ass, the cheeks clenched in anticipation. Jensen runs a firm hand over the smooth globes, feeling the heat radiating from the skin. He leans in, biting the left cheek hard enough to leave a red imprint.

“You like that?” he snarls, his teeth grazing the flesh. “You’re gonna love what comes next.”
He reaches for a leather flogger hanging from a nearby rack, the tails soft yet menacing. He flicks it once, the tips brushing your inner thigh, eliciting a startled whimper.
“Count,” Jensen commands, his voice dripping with authority. “Every strike, you count. If you lose count, I start over.”
You, eyes squeezed shut. Jensen brings the flogger down with a measured swing, the tails landing across your ass with a sharp thwack. You jerk, a gasp escaping your lips.
“One,” You chuck out.
Another strike lands, harder this time, the sting blooming across both cheeks. “Two,” You whimper, body trembling.
Jensen establishes a rhythm, each blow landing with precision, the pain mingling with an undeniable arousal. Your cock trapped between your thighs, hard and leaking precum onto the stone floor.
“You’re doing so well,” Jensen murmurs, as he drops the flogger.
“Time to fuck you proper,” Jensen declares, his voice raw with lust. He lines up his cock at the slick entrance, the head pressing against the rim.
“Ready?” he asks, though he already knows the answer.
“Yes, sir… please… fuck me hard,” you beg, voice hoarse.

Jensen doesn’t hesitate. He thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. You, a raw, animal sound that echoes off the stone walls, body bucking against the intrusion.
“Fuck… you’re so tight,” Jensen pants, his hips beginning a relentless rhythm. Each thrust drives his cock deeper.
Jensen leans over, his chest pressing against your back, Jensen’s mouth bites down your ear.
“You like that?” he growls, his tongue lapping at the bite mark. “You like being marked? You like knowing everyone will see what I’ve done to you?”
“Yes… sir… please… more…” you whimper, ass clenching around Jensen’s cock with each thrust.

The pace becomes frantic, Jensen’s hips slamming into your ass with brutal force. The sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the room, a wet, slapping rhythm accompanied by your choked cries and Jensen’s guttural grunts.
“I’m gonna fill you up,” Jensen warns, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re gonna feel my cum pumping deep inside you, filling you till you leak.”
Jensen’s thrusts become erratic, his balls tightening. With a final, deep plunge, Jensen erupts, hot jets of semen flooding your rectum. You shudder, a long, drawn-out moan escaping your lips as you feel the hot liquid coat your inner walls.
Jensen continues to pump, milking every last drop, his cock still throbbing inside the clenching heat. When he finally stills, he pulls out slowly, a string of cum and lube trailing from his cock to the gaping hole, which twitches and leaks onto the stone floor.
“Look at you,” Jensen breathes, his chest heaving, sweat glistening on his forehead. “You’re a mess. And you loved every second of it.” 

Jensen Ackles: Big dick, condom full, ready to burst

Jensen sat back against the black leather chair, his legs spread wide to showcase the heavy, thick cock that pulsed between his thighs. He didn't say a word, just watched with a predatory smirk as you knelt on the floor between his knees. 

“Get over here,” he commanded, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.

You didn't hesitate, crawling forward until your face was inches from his heat. The smell of him, musk and expensive cologne hit you instantly. Jensen reached down, his large hand gripping the back of your neck, forcing your mouth open. He didn't give you time to adjust, nor did he bother to take the condom off his dick… he shoved his meat deep into your throat, gagging you instantly.

He groaned, his hips thrusting forward to bury his length in your mouth. You couldn’t taste him, just the feel of the rubber in your mouth and most likely the taste of a pussy that he was fucking… He shoved his dick again and when he was putting it out, you took the chance to bite the condom and free his dick… Jensen only smirked, and then he started fucking your throat with a rhythmic, brutal pace, his fingers digging into your scalp to keep you pinned. Every time you tried to pull back for air, he pushed deeper, making sure you felt every inch of his girth stretching your cheeks.

After a few minutes of relentless throat-fucking, he pulled out with a wet pop. He flipped you over instantly, shoving your face down into the leather and hiking your ass up in the air.

“I'm going to stretch you out,” he whispered harshly against your ear.

He didn't use lube, he used the spit still coating his shaft. Jensen lined himself up and slammed into you in one hard motion. You let out a choked scream as his massive cock ripped through your tight hole, bottoming out against your prostate.

He began to hammer into you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with every wet thud. He was relentless, gripping your hips and pulling you back onto him to ensure he hit the deepest spot possible. The friction was intense, the feeling of his thick shaft filling every millimeter of your insides driving you crazy.

Jensen’s breathing became ragged, his thrusts becoming faster and more desperate. He reached around to grab your cock, jerking you off in sync with the way he was fucking your ass. As you reached your limit, he let out a guttural growl and delivered one final, deep plunge. He shuddered violently, pumping hot, thick loads of cum deep inside your ass, filling you up while you erupted across the leather chair.

“We're not done yet...” Jensen got up, taking the spent condom you threw on the floor. “On your knees boy”. He ordered and you obeyed, still feeling his hot cum pulsating inside of you. You look at him holding the condom with the white and viscous fluid.

“Open,” Jensen growled, his voice low and commanding.

Parting your lips as he pressed the condom’s tip against your mouth. He squeezed, forcing a hot stream of semen to spill onto your tongue. The salty, musky taste flooded your senses, thick and warm, coating every inch of your oral cavity.

He didn’t let you pull away. Jensen’s grip tightened on your jaw, guiding the condom deeper until you swallowed the entire contents in one gulping, shuddering motion. The cum slid down your throat, leaving a lingering, decadent aftertaste as he smirked, watching you choke and then breathe heavily.

Soldier Boy Fucking Bombsight (2)

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Soldier Boy Fucking Bombsight.

“Hiya, Robbie.” Soldier Boy smirked looking at his old “friend” standing in front of him in an abandoned warehouse. 

“Ben... it's been a long time.” Bombsight got closer. “Did you miss me?”

“Sure, missed my fuck buddy, did you miss my cock deep inside of you?”

“You know, I wouldn't turn down a revival…” He was now in front of Soldier Boy. 

Ben's smirk widened, his eyes scanning Bombsight’s frame with a hunger that hadn't faded with time. Robbie didn't waste another second on words. He reached out, grabbing the back of Ben's neck and pulling him in for a bruising, aggressive kiss. It wasn't a greeting, it was a claim. Their tongues clashed violently, tasting of desperation and old memories, while Soldier Boy’s other hand slid down to grip Ben's ass, squeezing the muscle hard.

“Fuck, you're still as needy as ever,” Soldier Boy groaned against his lips, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. “Did I ever tell you? You are the only one who could really take what I had to give, best hole, best mouth that got wrapped around my dick.”

Robbie shoved Ben backward, pinning him against a rusted metal support beam of the warehouse. The clang of metal echoed through the empty space, but neither of them cared. Bombsight stepped deep into Ben's space, pressing his hard, thick cock right against Ben's thigh, letting him feel the heat of it through their clothes.

“I'm so turned on.” Robbie said, looking at Ben.

“Less talking... more doing,” Ben breathed, his hand reaching down to fumble with the fastening of his own pants.

“Impatient little shit,” Robbie chuckled. He didn't help him, he just stood there, smirking, enjoying the sight of Ben struggling.

Once the fabric gave way, Soldier Boy's cock sprang free, thick, big and pulsing, already leaking a bead of pre-cum at the tip. Robbie didn't hesitate. He dropped to his knees on the dusty concrete floor, his eyes locking onto the shaft before he wrapped his hand around the base and slid his mouth over the head.

Soldier Boy let out a sharp hiss of pleasure, his fingers digging into Robbie's hair, forcing his head down deeper. “Yeah, just like that. Take it all.”

The sound of wet, sloppy suction filled the warehouse, the rhythmic slap of Robbie's face hitting Ben's pelvic bone echoing in the silence.

Ben leaned back against the beam now, his hips beginning to thrust instinctively into Robbie's mouth. “Fuck, you've still got the best mouth in the service. Keep going... suck it dry before I flip you around and wreck that ass.”

Soldier Boy Having His Dick Sucked By The Deep.

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