By Saturday evening, Marcus and Alex lounged by the fire, sipping wine, their bodies relaxed from the day’s intense passion. The cabin glowed with warmth, the ocean’s hum a soothing backdrop. Alex, sticky from sweat, lube, and Marcus’s release, had reluctantly peeled off the fishnet stockings and lacy panties, that were now covered in both his and Marcus's cum. He showered and washed away the juices of their earlier passion, enjoying the steam and hot water over his body as he contemplated all that had happened and how much he had enjoyed exploring his sexuality with this man. As he dressed, he pulled on the right stocking, only to hear a soft rip as a tear snaked up the fabric. Feeling annoyed with himself, he reverted to the clothes he had arrived in, realising that it now felt slightly odd to be so covered up after being scantily clad for most of the weekend. He walked to Marcus, holding the damaged stocking, sheepishly. “It broke, Daddy,” he said, shrugging. “I’ll replace it once we’re back in the city.”
Marcus’s eyes lit up, a playful smirk spreading. “Why wait, princess? Let’s make a night of it. The town is calling — drinks, then we shop.” They drove to town, it pulsing with life as they slipped into a cosy pub that was packed with people, managing to grab a more secluded seat in the corner. Alex bought the first round, what passed as a cocktail in this pub for him, and a non alcoholic beer for Marcus as he was driving. Over drinks, their knees brushed under the table, Marcus’s hand grazing Alex’s thigh, rekindling the heat that simmered between them. The buzz of alcohol and Marcus’s touch made Alex’s skin tingle and gave him goose bumps, his body instinctively craving more.
After a couple of drinks, they found the only sex shop in town and walked in, the only customers inside. In the lingerie section, Alex’s eyes darted over racks of silks and laces, overwhelmed by the options. Marcus stepped close, his voice a low, seductive murmur. “Let me treat my princess right.” He held up a baby blue jock strap, smirking. “This’ll make your plump behind irresistible.” Behind Alex, he squeezed his butt gently, murmuring, “Imagine this hugging your curves, showing off that perfect ass.” Alex flushed, arousal stirring as Marcus’s hands lingered, painting a vivid picture of what was to come.
Marcus also picked out matching baby blue knee-high socks. Alex raised a questioning brow, and Marcus chuckled, “Don’t want my baby getting cold.” Alex giggled, the playful intimacy easing his nerves. The jock strap’s soft fabric and bold cut already had him imagining how it would feel, and how Marcus would react.
They moved to the sex toy section, where Alex’s eyes widened at the massive dildos, a nervous flutter in his chest. The sight of the larger toys—some impossibly huge—made his stomach twist with both apprehension and a forbidden thrill, his mind racing with thoughts of Marcus using these on him later, guiding him into new realms of pleasure. His cheeks burned, but his body betrayed him, a warmth pooling low as he imagined Marcus’s experienced hands wielding them with care. Marcus, sensing his unease, rested a reassuring hand on Alex’s lower back. “These can be fun, princess, with someone who knows what they’re doing. Lucky for you, I’m very experienced.” His voice was a soothing anchor, calming Alex’s nerves while stoking his arousal.
Alex smiled shyly. “Okay, Daddy, what should we get?” Marcus selected soft handcuffs, a blue-gemmed butt plug, extra lubricant, a ribbed, modest-sized dildo, and a vibrating cock ring, each chosen with Alex’s inexperience in mind. To Marcus’s surprise, Alex grabbed a white crop top emblazoned with “Daddy’s Girl.” Marcus raised an eyebrow, and Alex winked, saying, “I wouldn’t want to get cold.” Marcus’s arousal flared at Alex’s boldness, pulling him close for a tender kiss. Alex pulled back, glancing around nervously — kissing a man in public was new, and he worried what others might think. Then he realized he was in a sex shop with a handsome black man double his age who holding an armful of toys; anyone watching already knew exactly what was going on. Emboldened, he leaned back in, deepening the kiss. Marcus, sensing Alex’s moment of courage, whispered, “Let’s get back to the cabin where it’s just us, princess.”
Back at the cabin, the fire crackled, casting a warm glow as they opened a new bottle of wine, laughter mingling with the ocean’s hum. Marcus guided Alex to the bedroom, the new purchases laid out like treasures. Alex slipped into the baby blue jock strap, knee-high socks, and crop top, the fabric hugging his form in a way that made him feel daring yet cherished. The jock strap framed his butt exquisitely — its plump, rounded curves accentuated by the thin straps, which cut high to expose the smooth, firm flesh of his cheeks. The baby blue fabric contrasted with his skin, highlighting the soft swell and taut definition, the straps dipping seductively into the cleft, making his behind look like a ripe peach begging to be touched. The knee-high socks clung to his calves and thighs, adding a playful femininity that made Alex feel both vulnerable and empowered. He loved how the jock strap left his arse so accessible, the straps parting to reveal his most sensitive area, ready for Marcus’s touch — a thought that sent a shiver of anticipation through him.
Marcus’s eyes devoured him, his voice a husky whisper. “‘Daddy’s Girl’ looks perfect, princess. That jock strap… your ass is a masterpiece, so full and inviting, those straps teasing me with every curve.” Alex blushed, his body humming with confidence, loving how the outfit made him feel exposed yet desired, the easy access of the jock strap thrilling him as he imagined Marcus’s hands and more exploring freely. "That top as well," Marcus continued, "makes it sound like you're all mine, Daddy get his girl all to himself..." he smiled, heat rising inside him, "but you can wear that top once we're done, i want to see that pretty tourso in the flesh", Alex obliged, removing the top, now more exposed than ever in just the knee-highs and jock. "Good girl" Marcus said, "now why don't i teach you how to use these toys?"
Marcus walked over to Alex, practically licking his lips at the sight of Alex in this new outfit. He grabed Alex and pulled him into a deep kiss as his hands started to move down the toned pale back of Alex. His hads finally reached the jock, where he teased the waistband, making Alex let out a small moan, before he finally got both hands on Alex's peach, one cheek in each hand, caressing and massaging the perfect butt. Alex arched his back into Marcus's hands, his little hole tingling with the feeling of this large man playing with his body. Eventually they stopped kissing and Marcus led his princess to the bed, where he gently lay him on his front and popped a pillow under his hips to help raise the perfect butt before him. Marcus then started with the soft handcuffs, securing Alex’s wrists behind his back, the gentle restraint sending a thrill through Alex’s core — a mix of vulnerability and trust that made his skin tingle. Alex now was completely at the mercy of this black king, and he knew that this King would take perfect care of every inch of him. Marcus kissed his bound wrists, then turned Alex's head to face him before kissing his lips, slow and deep, each touch igniting sparks. “You’re safe with me, princess,” he murmured, his hands roaming Alex’s back, thumbs brushing the exposed skin, drawing soft gasps. Alex felt like he was floating, every nerve alive, his body craving Marcus’s control.
Marcus’s lips moved lower, teasing Alex’s spine before reaching the jock strap. He pulled at it gently, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin of Alex’s lower back, then dipping to his arse cheeks, kissing and playfully biting each cheek in turn, then spreading them with strong hands, teasing the delicate rim with slow, deliberate licks. Alex gasped, the warm, wet sensation sending electric pulses through his pelvis, his body relaxing into the pleasure, a delicious vulnerability washing over him. Marcus’s tongue was patient, exploring every inch, coaxing moans of “Daddy” as Alex arched, the jock strap’s open design making him feel deliciously exposed, each lick intensifying the tingling warmth spreading through him.
Next, Marcus reached for the ribbed dildo, lubing it generously, his movements deliberate. “Breathe, princess,” he soothed, watching Alex’s face for any sign of discomfort. He teased the entrance first, circling slowly, then eased the dildo in, the ribbed texture grazing Alex’s sensitive walls. Each ridge sent a pulse of pleasure-pain through Alex, his body singing with intensity, his thighs trembling in the socks. The sensation was overwhelming yet exquisite, a fullness that made him moan, his hips rocking instinctively to meet each gentle thrust. Marcus’s free hand stroked Alex’s hip, grounding him, whispering, “You’re doing so well, princess,” and Alex felt cherished, his heart swelling as his body surrendered to the rhythm.
Finally, Marcus held up the vibrating cock ring, its hum promising new heights. “Ready for something special?” he asked, sliding it onto himself, the vibrations making his arousal throb visibly. Alex, still face down, legs spread, felt the jock strap framing his accessibility, his body aching for Marcus. More lube, then Marcus leaned over him, kissing his neck, whispering, “Daddy’s going to make you feel incredible.” He lined his thick vibrating meat at his princess's entrance, and entered slowly, the stretch familiar yet amplified by the ring’s vibrations, a buzzing pulse that sent electric shocks through Alex’s core. The sensation was otherworldly — Marcus’s thick, warm presence filling his tight hole, owning him with every gentle thrust, the vibrations radiating from his core to his fingertips, making his toes curl in the socks. Alex’s world narrowed to the feelings: a deep, pulsing fullness, the vibrations teasing his sensitive spots, each thrust a wave of ecstasy that made his breath hitch, his moans of “Daddy” desperate and raw. His body felt claimed, loved, every movement a testament to Marcus’s care.
As the pleasure built, Marcus’s thrusts deepened, his groans growing urgent. “Princess, you’re perfect,” he rasped, and with a final, powerful thrust, he shot his love inside Alex—a hot, pulsing surge that flooded him with warmth, intimate and claiming, the sensation of being filled so completely sending Alex over the edge. His own release crashed through him, his body clenching around Marcus, the vibrations amplifying every shudder, his arse gripping tight as waves of bliss radiated outward. The jock strap and socks made him feel deliciously feminine, the open design letting Marcus’s seed stay close, a reminder of their connection.
Before pulling out, Marcus reached for the blue-gemmed butt plug, lubing it carefully. “Let’s keep Daddy’s love inside you, princess,” he murmured, pulling out before easing the plug in gently. Alex gasped, the cool, smooth plug stretching him just enough to maintain the fullness, locking Marcus’s warmth within. The gem nestled between his plumb, now slightly red, cheeks, made him feel owned, cherished, the sensation grounding yet thrilling as he adjusted to it. They collapsed, panting, the fire’s glow bathing them. Marcus kissed Alex’s forehead, whispering, “My perfect princess.” Alex, still buzzing with aftershocks, felt safe, adored, and utterly transformed, the night sealing their bond as the waves sang on.
