The bar was packed with the usual crowd Sunday, men meandering around the venue. Kurt was walking through the patio when a stranger caught his eye. They stood shirtless at the edge in shades, a leather cap framing their face. He was older, a thick furry chest wrapped in salt and pepper threads. The man looked powerful, taking all of Kurt's attention in a trance as the bar seemed to fall away.
Kurt blinked, brought back by a touch on his arm standing in the man's grasp. He didn't know how he ended up so close, wrapped in the man's arms growing more mesmerized by the sir in front of him. The man's musk was strong this close, trapped in the curls on his body as Kurt breathed it deeply, his mind fogging over with its scent. Kurt felt his weight pulling him in as his muscles failed, their chests touching as the Daddy led Kurt's lips to his own.
"You're mine now, boy" The man said between kisses. The words sent a chill down Kurt's spine, a feeling welling up inside him compelling him to submit. He felt his mind fading away, his body no longer under his control. He was owned by another man, a proper daddy's boy.