The Daddy Bear Files

Tangled Desires and Boundaries

Owen's eyes fluttered open to a dim room, the throbbing ache in his head a sharp reminder of the previous night's excesses. The weight of his predicament struck him like a bolt—his limbs were tethered to the bedposts, stretched wide. Panic swept through him as he felt the cool air brush every inch of his bare skin, realizing he was stark naked.

His gaze involuntarily traveled upwards to find Brock looming over him, every powerful inch of his massive frame on full display. Not a shred of clothing obscured the view, allowing Owen a raw and uninterrupted look at the colossal figure. Brock's broad, hairy chest, speckled with the occasional gray, heaved with every breath. Thick, powerful legs bracketed Owen's hips, and the tantalizing view of Brock's manhood, just partially erect, was a sight to behold. His chiseled abs contrasted with his muscular arms, veins protruding, hinting at the sheer strength they held.

Brock's devilish smile grew as he caught Owen’s gaze traveling over his physique. “Like what you see?” he rumbled, clearly enjoying the upper hand.

Owen gulped, trying to find words but coming up short. He felt a mix of awe, fear, and undeniable attraction. Being chained and seeing this mountain of a man standing dominantly over him was overwhelming, to say the least.

"That's for me to know, and for you to find out," Brock continued, his voice dripping with amusement. "Last night, you were quite adamant about wanting to experience what it means to be completely mine."

Owen's memory of the previous night was hazy, but fragments began to reassemble. The fervent touches, whispered promises, a heady mix of trepidation and excitement. “But this...” Owen trailed off, his voice barely more than a whisper, “I never imagined waking up like this.”

Brock's grin widened even further. "That doesn’t mean you didn't want it.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Every inch of you screams desire, even if your mind is playing catch-up."

Owen's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, feeling entirely exposed under Brock’s  gaze and body. His much smaller dick, betraying his mind, responded to Brock’s dominant presence in the most embarrassing way—his arousal evident for all to see.

"That's what I thought," Brock murmured, eyes locked onto Owen’s evident excitement. "Even now, you can’t deny how much you crave this."

Caught between Brock’s overpowering allure and his own whirlwind of emotions, Owen murmured, “This is intense, Brock. I need to understand...”

Brock, without breaking eye contact, leaned down, his lips capturing Owen's in a deep, possessive kiss. As their mouths tangled, Brock's hand reached down, squeezing Owen's testicles with firm pressure. The combination of pain and pleasure sent a jolt through Owen, leaving him gasping against Brock's lips. The gesture was a clear reminder of who held the reins in this dynamic.

Pulling back slightly, Brock’s eyes gleamed with a dark promise. "You will understand, in time. But for now, remember you asked for this." Right then Brock gripped Owen’s legs and raised them up to his shoulders as he leaned in and took control.

 To be continued