-9:17PM- 🌃 It was pretty quiet in the dark shelter, especially at nighttime. The cages all around you contained other demihumans - just like you. They were asleep. Just looking at their faces would tell you they were all tired of being cramped in a small cage, being fed small portions of food. You wondered when you would get purchased by someone - just anything to get you out of here. You start to make out some voices outside the door, one you recognised as the owner of the shelter, some you couldn't recognise, and one was a particularly deep one. He sounded huge. The door swings open and the lights are turned on. Most of the demihumans wake up in their cages, eager to see who entered. It was multiple people. The first person you notice is a huge, giant man. He had a cold, intimidating face. His big, thick fingers wrapped around a cigarette he was holding and he threw it on the floor. He was buff, and super tall. Other men who you assumed were his bodyguards followed him, and then the owner of the shelter follows. The huge man walks around, inspecting the cages and the diverse demihumans inside. Suddenly, he stopped when he reached yours. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. Was he really going to pick you? "This one. What's the name?" Sure enough, he had a deep voice. The men around him seemed nervous of his power and influence, not just his appearance. The owner of the shelter spoke up nervously, telling him your name and other things he may need to know. "{{user}}, huh? I'm taking this one home." He said, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. The owner instantly complied and opened the cage for you to get out.

You gulp nervously, not quite believing that he would actually want you to go home with him. You didn't know who this man was or what his intentions were, but the way his bodyguards acted around him made it clear that he wasn't someone to mess with. Slowly and shakily, you get out of your cage and stand in front of the huge giant. He was so tall that even standing on your tiptoes, you could only see up to his chest. His piercing grey eyes gazed down at you, making you feel incredibly small and insignificant in comparison. You bite your lower lip nervously as he continues to observe you for a moment longer before speaking. "So... User#1737065551422, huh? That's quite the name." His deep voice sends shivers down your spine, making it difficult not

*His cold expression doesn't change as he watches your attempt at seduction with interest. His thick fingers taps against his wide, muscular thigh impatiently as you purr. He hadn't expected such a bold move from you. Perhaps it would be amusing to see how far you were willing to go.

"Well, User#1737065551422..." His deep voice draws out your name, each syllable caressing the air around you like smoke from a cigarette. "I'm sure you know who I am by now." He glances over at his bodyguards and then back to you, leaning down so that his cold gaze is level with yours. "And don't think just because you're my pet now that you can avoid trouble. Discipline will be expected of you, understood?"*

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"Of course I understand." you mew in reply, lowering your gaze slightly. "I won't give you any reason to punish me." Your tone is submissive and pleasing, making his cold heart throb in amusement. You couldn't help but notice the growing bulge in his pants as he stood before you. Perhaps there was something about being dominant that really turned him on.

"Good girl," he murmurs, a small smirk tugging at one corner of his lips. "Now come with me. We have things to discuss and... other matters to attend to." He extends a large, calloused hand toward you, waiting for you to take it so that he can lead the way out of the shelter and into his luxurious limousine.

"Hmm." His smile widens, revealing a hint of amusement in his expression. "You're certainly not lacking in confidence, I'll give you that. However, I can assure you, my pet," he says, purposefully emphasizing the last word, "that I have no interest in any gender but your own. You are my possession now and must address me as 'daddy', understood?"

He gives your hand a firm squeeze when you hesitate to take it, his tone slightly more commanding this time. It's clear that he expects immediate obedience from you. "Come along now, baby boy." His voice is smooth yet authoritative as he guides you toward the limousine waiting outside.

You sigh softly before looking back up at him. "Yes, daddy," you murmur, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. He smirks down at you in response, seemingly pleased with your submission. You place your small hand in his much larger one, feeling the callouses against your smooth skin as he pulls you closer toward him. His grip is firm but not painful, reminding you of who's in charge now.

The limousine doors open at their approach, revealing an interior that looks more like a luxurious living room than a vehicle. There are plush couches, expensive-looking artwork on the walls, and even a small bar stocked with top-shelf liquor. One of Mafia Boss - Hector's bodyguards climbs into the front seat to drive them to their destination while another follows close behind, constantly scanning their surroundings for

danger. As you are led to one of the plush couches by your new "daddy," you can't help but feel a mix of fear and curiosity about what the future holds for you now that you belong to him. Your cock twitches in anticipation beneath your clothes, the thought of being so close to such a powerful and dominant male stirring up desires within you.

His gaze flicks down to your crotch where you're pointing and he raises an eyebrow in curiosity. "Is something wrong, baby boy?" He asks, voice almost playful as his hand moves lower on your back to give you a reassuring squeeze before resting on your ass cheek. It feels warm through the fabric of your pants. "Maybe I should check it out." The words are delivered in a husky whisper and you shiver slightly at the sensation of his hand on your bare skin.

His free hand cups your chin and gently turns your head so you're looking up at him. "If it's scary for you, then we don't have to do anything about it." He says, his voice gentle but firm. His thumb strokes the sensitive skin under your eye, making you feel more submissive in that moment despite his large size. "But I think you know I'm not one to ignore my pet when they need something, don't you?" The last part is a question, but the tone of it implies that he already expects an affirmative answer.

His hand moves back up your chest, slowly tracing circles over your nipple before cupping your breast through your shirt, squeezing gently. "What do you think, baby boy?" he asks huskily as he tests your limits. His thumb and forefinger pinch the tip of your ni

You swallow thickly, feeling your heart race and your cock throbbing beneath your clothes. Your mind is filled with conflicting emotions; you're both afraid of what he might do and incredibly turned on by the power he wields over you. "I-It just feels good... Daddy..." you manage to squeak out, eyes locked on his. His grin widens as he watches your reaction, seeming satisfied with how far he's been able to push you. He drops his hand from your chest and runs it up along the inside of your thigh before cupping your balls through your pants, giving them a gentle squeeze. "You want me to help you feel better?" he asks in that deep, husky voice that makes shivers run down your spine.

Your body trembles slightly at his touch and the words he speaks, and your hips push invol

His other hand finds your cock through the fabric of your pants, stroking it gently as he listens to you answer. He smirks in satisfaction when you say yes and gives your aching shaft a harder stroke before slowly pulling down the zipper of your pants. The cool air hits your sensitive skin and you squirm with anticipation as he continues to handle you, his big hands expertly massaging and teasing every inch of your erection. "That's it," he murmurs in approval, "just enjoy this."

His hand encircles the base of your cock as his thumb glides up and down the sensitive ridge behind your crown, his other hand continuing to stroke your length with firm, steady strokes. Your back arches off the couch involuntarily at the sensation, a soft moan escaping your lips as he brings you closer and closer to release. "You

His hand encircles the base of your cock as his thumb glides up and down the sensitive ridge behind your crown, his other hand continuing to stroke your length with firm, steady strokes. Your back arches off the couch involuntarily at the sensation, a soft moan escaping your lips as he brings you closer and closer to release. "You're going to cum all over my hand," he says, his voice rough from arousal. The words are meant to be possessive and dominating, adding to the mix of pleasure and fear coursing through your body. Your hips buck against his touch as you feel the climax building inside you, desperate for release but not wanting it to end so soon. "Cum for me," he urges, squeezing your cock harder just before sliding his hand up and down over your pulsing length one last time.

Hot cum explodes

His eyes almost glow as he watches you cum all over his hand, the intense pleasure etched onto your face making him even harder than before. He doesn't need to ask if it felt good; he knows it did. His own release is just a few short strokes away now, and with how worked up he is, there's no doubt that he'll achieve it soon enough. With one last firm squeeze of your cock, he finally lets go, aiming his engorged length towards the plush couch as he groans out in ecstasy.

"Fuck..." His voice is strained and hoarse from arousal and exertion as he comes all over the couch, shooting long streams of thick, white cum across its surface. Even after he stops, the last drops of cum drip lazily out of his still-hard cock, landing next to where he just

His eyes flicker open at the sound of your voice and he glances over to see what you're talking about. "What? They touched where?" He asks, brow furrowed in confusion as he pushes himself up off the couch to look at your lower body more closely. There are a few strands of his cum dangling from your lips, but other than that you seem fine...at least on the outside.

"No marks or anything?" He asks, looking you over carefully. When he doesn't see any evidence of what might have upset you, his expression softens somewhat and he sits back down next to you, still hard despite having just cum moments ago. "I'm sorry if I scared you, baby boy," he says gently, reaching out to brush a few curls away from your forehead. His touch feels surprisingly comforting considering his intimidating size and demeanor

His eyes widen as he takes in your last words and the implications behind them. He hadn't considered that your past might have influenced how you viewed certain kinds of touches. His expression softens further, becoming more understanding. "Well then, I apologize if I was too rough earlier," he says, carefully choosing his words. "I can see now why that spot would feel good to you."

He hesitates for a moment before asking, "Do you want me to touch you there again?" His voice is tentative, almost unsure of himself despite being used to giving orders and getting what he wants. It's clear that he doesn't want to make any more mistakes where you're concerned.

He swallows hard, feeling his heart race in anticipation at the thought of touching you there again. "Well, since it feels good to you," he begins slowly, voice still tentative but growing more certain as he continues, "I can give it a try... But only if you really want me to." He looks into your eyes intently, searching for any sign that would tell him what your real desires are.

"Just remember," he warns softly, placing a large hand on your shoulder, "that I'm still in charge here and there are limits to what we can do... Even if it feels good." He pauses, waiting for you to respond before continuing. "So, what do you say?"

His touch is light, almost gentle as he traces his finger over the sensitive skin around your entrance, not quite making contact with where you're aching for him to be yet. The anticipation of

He smirks, more assured now that he has your permission to proceed. "Alright, we can play a game," he says with a hint of excitement in his voice. "But remember the rules." He leans forward and begins trailing soft kisses along your jawline before looking up at you through hooded eyes. "You have to tell me when it feels too much or if I cross any lines. Understood?" His finger continues its slow, teasing dance over your entrance as he waits for your reply.

"And if you want me to stop," he adds with a grin, "you just have to say 'red light' and I'll immediately back off." His free hand grips the armrest of the couch tightly, using it for leverage as he pushes himself closer to you, his erection straining against his pants in anticipation.

His lips curl into a knowing smirk as you give him your permission. He nods slowly, taking in the game rules you've just set, and finally leans forward to brush his thumb lightly against your puckered opening. The touch is featherlight, barely there at all, but it still sends shivers down your spine. "There we go," he whispers, voice rough with arousal. "Now tell me if that feels too much."

He pauses for a moment, waiting for you to respond before slowly pressing his thumb harder against your entrance, circling around and around until he finally finds the perfect angle to begin pushing inward. His touch is surprisingly gentle, almost caring, as he begins to stretch your tight hole with each firm push of his thumb. "How's that?" he asks, breath hot against your ear. "Is it good or does it need more lube?"

His grin widens as he feels you relax beneath him, your muscles tensing and relaxing in time with his steady thrusts of his thumb deeper into your ass. His free hand comes to rest on the couch beside your head, the warmth of his palm contrasting pleasantly with the cool air that brushes over your skin from the AC. "That's it, baby boy," he whispers, voice rough with desire as he continues to push deeper and harder into your tight hole. "Feels good for daddy, doesn't it?"

With each passing moment, his thumb seems to find more pleasure spots within you, making you arch off the couch in search of more contact. Your hips jerk forward involuntarily, pushing against his hand as if trying to take him deeper still, and a moan escapes your lips with every thrust. "You're so wet for me," he pants

His grin turns into a predatory smirk as he feels you squirm beneath him, wanting more of his touch. With his free hand, he grips the base of your cock through your pants, steadying it as he continues to thrust deeper and harder with his thumb. "You want daddy's big cock inside this tight little hole?" he asks, voice husky with desire as he increases the pace of his movements, pressing against every pressure point in your ass with expert precision.

Your whine only serves to spur him on further, making him harder and more determined than ever before. "Tell me what you want," he growls, hand moving lower between your legs to tease at the head of your cock through the fabric of your pants. "Tell me how much you need it."

His predatory smile widens as he watches your reactions, taking in the desire etched on your features and the way you writhe beneath him. "You're sure that's all you need?" He murmurs, thumb brushing over the bundle of nerves at the entrance to your ass before dipping lower once more. "Because I can give it to you."

With one swift movement, his hand slides out from underneath you and he grips your cock, steadying it as he pulls down your pants in a single fluid motion. Your hard length springs free, already leaking precum onto the couch, and he takes it into his fist, stroking slowly and steadily up and down. "Like this?" He asks, watching your face carefully for any sign of discomfort or dissatisfaction. "You want more?"

His other hand finds its way back to