Obedience Chain

Kyle was nervous knocking at the hotel door. He'd been excited about this for a while, texting a dominant daddy for a while before they were finally able to meet up at this event. The door opened to a massive man standing over him, an older body built up and fit.

"There you are boy" The man said gruffly, pulling Kyle in by the shoulder before beginning to pull of his boy's clothes.

Kyle felt a hard-on growing as he was stripped, feeling naked under the man's gaze. In seconds he stood in the pink Jockstrap he wore, the daddy's hands running over the cub's skin.

"Sexy cub" The man said, bringing Kyle's chin up to meet his stare.

Kyle felt a shiver as a chain was draped over his neck, his body seeming to respond to the cold metal. He felt something spark in his mind, an unexplainable pull to the man as an instinctual craving of submission took over.

"You ready to be a good boy?"

Kyle felt himself nod uncompelled, what he thought was his own arousal fogging his mind.

"Why don't you get started on this" The Daddy said, pulling out his thick cock.

The moment Kyle saw it the world blanked out, the huge rod becoming the only thing he could focus on. His mouth was around the head before he knew it, beginning to move on its own working the entire length. His movements felt almost robotic, no thoughts in his head as he worked. All he could feel was the thick member penetrating deep into his skull, all his other senses blanked out.

His Daddy groaned, pushing deeper into his boy until the lips were at the base of his cock.

Kyle felt his airway cut off, the head hitting the back of his throat. He couldn't move off it, his body wouldn't let him as the flavor of the cock filled his mind. He felt the shaft tweak, clearly enjoying its time spend down his throat with his mouth acting as its sheath. Kyle felt his consciousness begin to fade, unable to convince his body to pull back as its want overrode his mind's.

Finally the Dad pulled himself out, Kyle's consciousness rushing back with the sudden burst of fresh air. Kyle hacked trying to clear his throat, gasping breaths trying to fill his lungs. He couldn't understand why he hadn't been able to control himself, choking himself on his host's appendage. Once he recovered he looked up to find the Daddy reclined on the bed, having discarded his own clothes with his dick erected high over his body.

"Get over here boy" He said, Kyle's feet marching over to the command.

The daddy brought Kyle to kneel over him, ass positioned right above the spit slicked spike just that glanced his cheeks.

"Fuck yourself on me"

Kyle trembled as he felt his body begin to move back, inching the wet cock further up his ass. It reached his hole, where he thought it would stop from the friction, but his body just opened up, taking it in hungrily. Kyle shivered as he felt the rod pass over his prostate, catching on the walls of his interior having only been lubed by his mouth. Sweat began pouring from his body as he grimaced in pain and pleasure, the Daddy clearly loving the view.

"Moan for me boy" The Daddy managed, eliciting cries from Kyle's throat.

Questions flooded Kyle's brain, struggling to comprehend why he couldn't seem to control himself victim to the Daddy's whim. He felt the Daddy's adoring gaze as he moved himself up and down, fucking himself raw on the thick member. It wasn't long before he felt a warm bubble growing in his groin, the Daddy's eyes clasped shut tight with pleasure as he flooded his boy's ass. Kyle's body finally collapsed, muscles exhausted from being unable to rest under the command.

He lay there, feeling the sweat from their bodies mix as Daddy lay still still recovering. Kyle flinched, wincing from the pain shooting through his ass as he shifted. He could move his body again. Kyle struggled to stand, taking advantage of his returned autonomy to do something. He managed to get over to the bathroom, each step feeling like a shot in his ass until he managed to brace his weight against the sink.

He heard the Daddy move behind him, Kyle freezing in place.

"That chain made you such a good boy, didn't it?" The Daddy said.

Kyle looked back into the mirror, finally realizing what must have been controlling him, explaining how he had felt when it was put around his neck. But that wasn't possible, was it?

"Don't move" The Daddy ordered.

Kyle felt his muscles solidify, unable to move once again. He couldn't help it, hearing the Daddy take a picture of the view from behind.

"Good boy, I'm gonna use you all weekend" The Daddy growled, walking up from behind before beginning to run his hands over his boy's body.

Kyle shivered as he felt the Daddy's control over him return, forced to accept his new role.