I got up and stood naked in front of him, who was still sitting on the sinful bench. I spread my legs and a tingling sensation went through my body as he was looking at my penis from such a short distance. I took his hands and helped him up and as he stood right before me, I stretched up and kissed his mouth, embracing him and stroking all the gray hair he was covered with. There was a stark contrast between the boyish hairless body of mine and the big bearlike figure of his. I’ve always fancied such a grizzly bear, that I could lustfully surrender to, totally delivered at the mercy of his huge claws.

I held him round his waist and slowly we wandered the way back into the house.

„Are you tired?“ he asked me fatherly.

„A little. In a way.“

Without further comment, he led me into his bedroom, seated me on the bedside and put the blanket aside. He tenderly laid me back on the bed, came himself beside me and we contentedly began cuddling and kissing.

By the time our kisses became deeper and more randy and, as I lay on my back with arms and legs spread wide aside, he grabbed my hair and forced his tongue from above my lips down deep into my wide open mouth. I could feel his saliva trickling into my mouth and I relished it and swallowed it with zest. Between the kisses I told him:

„Oh how much I would wish to be tied up like this, so you can do to me whatever you like!“

He got out of bed and quickly took four silk neckties out of the wardrobe and really began tying each limb to a bedpost. He bound me so tightly that I felt, I was stretched on a medieval torture rack. He kneeled beside me and I expected he’d continue his tender caresses. Instead he gave me ten violent slaps on my penis and balls, that made them flying about from one direction to the other. I screamed of pain and surprise and looked horrified in his eyes.

„And now, my little darling, I’ll torture you to death!!!“

He grabbed my small balls and squeezed them awfully and I screamed heartbreakingly and wiggled and squirmed, and bucked and reared and looked petrified at his ferocious hand. I screamed and begged and implored him for mercy, which made his grip even harder and more tortuous. He only stopped squeezing, to continue shredding my genitals by a long staccato of pitiless steam-hammer spanking. I wonder if he didn’t feel sorry for my little bald private parts, that have given him so much pleasure before. As if reading my thoughts, he stopped, straddled my chest, pushing violently his big penis into my mouth so far, that I choked, fucking my lips entirely without my cooperation, enjoying every brutal thrust.

He finally pumped a big load into my mouth, groaning loudly with relief and satisfaction. Unplugging his shrinking spermhammer from my mouth, he instantly underwent a drastic change of personality. He slowly moved backwards until his lips met my tortured crotch, beginning to caress my penis, still quivering from pain and cruelty.

„Oh darling, I thank you so much for your patience and willingness and for your wonderful acting.“

I slowly began to understand, that all this was part of a role play. He just underestimated the sensitivity and vulnerability of my body and underestimated the sheer strength, he still had in his hands. I didn’t act at all: Every scream and every quiver and wiggling of my body was real. I became almost unconscious from the pain, exceeding by far the degree, that I could bear.

I didn’t tell him. He was so deeply satisfied.

We crouched together and peacefull fell asleep.