The Daddy Bear Files

Promises in the Dark

The Leather Den was a place of dark promises and even darker desires. It thrummed with an energy that spoke of wild nights and secrets whispered between handsome lovers. In the midst of it all, Brock's enormous frame, every inch oozing with unbridled masculinity, found a semi-secluded spot. Owen, looking like a deer caught in headlights, sat next to him, their physical contrast stark.

Brock towered over most men, but next to Owen, he looked like a mountain. His 360-pound frame, a mix of muscle and bulk, stood in stark contrast to Owen's lithe and slender body. Owen, at 5'7", was a stark difference from the behemoth that was Brock. His fiery ginger hair, usually a beacon, now seemed to be dimmed by Brock's overwhelming presence.

As Owen took a sip of his drink, Brock leaned in, his voice a low rumble. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, boy."

Owen gulped, the drink burning its way down, "Is that a threat or a promise?"

Brock smirked, his eyes darkening with mischief. "A bit of both. I've been watching you, Owen, watching those green eyes of yours darting around, taking everything in. You're like a kid in a candy store, aren't you?"

Owen felt his face heat up. "This is all... new to me."

"And you chose this place for your first time?" Brock's laughter filled the air, causing a few heads to turn their way.

"I wanted to experience something... different," Owen admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Brock leaned in, his lips brushing Owen's ear. "Oh, I can give you different. I can give you a night you'll never forget."

Owen shivered, Brock's warm breath causing goosebumps to erupt on his skin. "What... what do you have in mind?"

Brock's hand snaked its way around Owen's waist, pulling him closer. "First, I'm going to strip you down, every inch of that pale skin laid bare for me to see, to touch, to taste. You're going to be mine, Owen. Every single part of you."

Owen's breath caught, a mix of fear and anticipation building within him. "And what if I say no?"

Brock's eyes darkened further, a predatory glint appearing. "You won't. I can see it in your eyes, the curiosity, the need. You want this, Owen. You want me to dominate you."

Despite the fear, Owen couldn't deny the truth in Brock's words. There was a part of him that craved the masculine dominance that Brock offered, the chance to give up control and be taken care of. But there was also a part of him that wondered if he was in over his head.

"I hope I’m not playing with fire Brock."

Brock's grin was all teeth. "let's burn together.”