Jon pauses, the mischievous glint still present in his eyes. "Don't worry," he whispers reassuringly, continuing to stroke your erection. "I won't hurt you...not unless you make me." And then he presses his lips to yours once again, his tongue seeking entrance to your mouth.

As you continue to explore this new dynamic between the two of you, something deep within you begins to stir. A desire to submit, to give yourself over entirely to Jon and let him take control.

"Mmm, you taste so good," Jon purrs as he kisses along your jawline and down your neck. His hand continues to pump your hard shaft, making your hips jerk involuntarily into his touch. "But I think that needs attention too, doesn't it?"

He reaches down and unzips your jeans, freeing your throbbing member from its confines. It springs up eagerly, bobbing obscenely in front of your face. "Oh my," Jon groans appreciatively. "Such a big boy for you."

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Daddy Blake continues to pound into you mercilessly, grunting with each powerful thrust. Your eyes roll back as shockwaves of ecstasy course through your body. "Nngh... Gonna fill this tight little hole..." he growls breathlessly against your ear before pulling out and slamming back in.

Suddenly, the bartender appears by your head, leaning down to whisper something in your ear that makes your stomach drop. He pulls back and smirks at you. "Looks like you're staying here a while, kiddo," *

You feel completely exposed and vulnerable as the group of men continue to touch and grope your body without mercy. Daddy Blake finally pulls out, his cock glistening with your combined fluids as he strokes it slowly, watching your face carefully.

The bartender hands you a glass of water, but as you reach for it, he pulls it away, grinning mischievously. You realize too late that it was a test of obedience and now you have to suffer the consequences.