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 is ready for you to kneel and worship him.

“Look at me, boy,” Jensen growled, his voice a low rumble through the room. You knelt on the cold stone floor, naked and trembling slightly, thighs spread wide, wrists bound behind your back with soft cuffs that bit just enough to remind you of your place.

Jensen circled you slowly, your eyes lifted, locking onto Jensen's with a mix of fear and hunger. Jensen stopped behind you, trailing the crop's tip along your spine, watching goosebumps erupt in its wake. “You've been teasing me all week with those pics, haven't you? Posing like a desperate slut, begging for this.” The photo Jensen had seen earlier, that provocative shot of you, posed in submission, sweat-glistened skin taut over bulging muscles, had ignited this scene.

Jensen snapped the crop lightly against your ass cheek. You gasped, cock twitching to life between your legs, already half-hard and leaking pre-cum onto the floor. “Yes, Sir,” you whispered, voice trembling, body arching instinctively toward the sting.

With a smirk, Jensen grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back. “Louder. Tell me what you want.” He leaned in, breathed hot against your ear, free hand sliding down to pinch a nipple hard enough to draw a moan. “I want you to own me, Sir. Whip me, fuck me, make me yours.”

Satisfied, Jensen released you and stepped to the wall of toys, selecting a thick leather flogger. He uncoiled it with a flourish, the tails whispering threats. “On your knees, ass up. Present yourself.” You obeyed instantly, forehead pressing to the floor, back bowed to thrust firm rounded cheeks high. Your hole winked invitingly, framed by the powerful swell of your glutes.

The first lash landed across your back, a controlled stripe of fire that made you cry out, body jolting. Jensen followed with more rhythmic strikes painting red welts over those perfect muscles, thighs, ass, shoulders, each one drawing deeper groans from your throat.

“Good boy,” Jensen praised, voice laced with dark approval. He dropped the flogger and knelt behind you, spreading those cheeks wide with his wide hands. “So tight for me. Are you ready to take my cock?”

“Please, Sir, fuck me!...” You begged, pushing back desperately. Jensen chuckled, looking down at his massive dick, veined and thick, the head already slick. He spat into his palm, slicking himself up before pressing the blunt tip against your entrance. No lube, just raw need, you could take it, had begged for the burn. With a single, brutal thrust, Jensen buried himself balls-deep, groaning at the vise-like grip clenching around him.

You shouted, the stretch tearing a mix of pain and ecstasy from you, your bound arms straining as Jensen set a punishing pace. Each slam of hips against ass filled the room with wet slaps, Jensen's balls smacking rhythmically. He gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, pulling you back onto every plunge, railing you like a possession. “That's it, milk my cock, you filthy slut. Cum without touching yourself, or I'll edge you all night.”

The command pushed you over, body seizing as orgasm ripped through you. Ropes of cum spurted from your untouched dick, splattering the floor beneath. Jensen didn't stop, pounding harder, chasing his own release until he flooded your ass with hot spurts, marking you deep inside. He pulled out slowly, watching his seed drip from that abused hole.

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“What a good boy, you are taking everything I‘m doing to you like an obedient slut!” Jensen looked at you on your knees, whipping your ass one more time. “Think your hole is loose enough for my dick? I’ll be fucking you so hard that you will become my personal cum dumpster hoe!”

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Jensen loved being naked in his own backyard. He knew the neighbors loved it too, and that he’d probably be banging one or five of them in no time when they saw him. Caption by @GayVampire