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The last week had definitely been interesting. You followed all of his rules to a T.
You got breakfast started for the two of you before sunrise.
He left a daily list of chores around the house or in the front yard that you’d make sure to get done well before his arrival back home.
And every day before sundown you’d strip completely naked and get on your knees, sitting in front of the door.
You’d worship whatever parts he needed smelled or licked or sucked or caressed. He recently let you indulge in your anal obsession more seriously by riding your face as he watched tv. It drove you absolutely wild to be nearly crushed under his weight while servicing his hole.
He made it clear that consequences stuck here. He liked routine.
Rewards would be repeated, but so would punishments - and you saw the shit he was into when he wasn’t pissed at you. Needless to say, you were nervous about making any mistakes.
Life existed like that, pretty peacefully.
But breaking the rules just came so naturally to you.
There was a portion of the house that was off limits. An unassuming little closet door near his room. He kept it locked at all times, and told you explicitly not to go near it.
Today, he made the mistake of giving you an exceedingly short chore list. You still had hours to kill before he got back- so it was only natural to indulge in your curiosity.
You didn’t have to waste time looking for a key - you knew he probably kept it on his person or hidden away somewhere stupid and tedious.
Instead you relied on the small lock picking set that you’d carried around with you since 7th grade. You never know when you’d run into a door that needed opened - so it rarely left your side.
It took much longer than usual to open. The lock was old as hell and pretty rusty. But as you were on the verge of finally giving up, you heard the lock give in.
You were shocked when the door opened.
Thick, stone stairs led deep down into a basement that you didn’t know existed. It was creepy as fuck.
Looking into the dark abyss of the room below you - it was cold, and the walls were all gray cobblestone. You felt as though a bunch of zombies or deranged, kidnapped victims were about to start running up the stairs at you.
But you’re a man god dammit. And you definitely aren’t a pussy - even if you have one.
After what felt life forever descending the stairs, you were relieved to see Grandpa’s woodworking station. You let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding.
‘See,’ You thought to yourself, ‘grandpa is a whole LOT of things, but an axe maniac isn’t one of them.’
As you continued into the next room, you definitely held your breath again.
There was a massive room, covered in hand made, custom sex…furniture? You guessed that was the best term to use. There was a sling, an X cross, a fuck machine that looked like he made it from spare parts in the garage. There were tons of other things you couldn’t identify, and a few really bizarre looking wood tables. Most looked adjustable, and had leather straps for binding people in different, crazy ways.
You wondered how someone's body could contort to such extreme positions.
You could tell there was still a lot left to be explored.
But the door opening upstairs snapped you out of any desire to stay down here.
What the fuck was he doing back so early?
You were actually about to piss yourself, you were so scared.
You slowly inched up the stairs - hoping maybe there was a chance you could make it out of this situation alive, or, not sexually traumatized to a deeper extreme.
You pressed your ear against the door and listened. You heard him stomping around the house, probably looking for something. Or looking for you.
“Hunter!” He called loudly.
You were completely frozen.
You heard his footsteps pause right outside of your closed bedroom door.
Faintly, you could hear him talking.
“I’ll give you this one, because you didn’t know I ‘s coming back. Sleep well puppy.”
You could have cried from happiness. The man was a deviant but he respected your closed door when it was on the little free time you got.
After he left, you bolted out of the basement door. You immediately made the house look perfect and exceedingly clean for tonight.
The day continued as normal.
But you were on edge the whole time, of course.
You knew he set you up to break the rules, and that you couldn’t resist. At the time you thought it might be fun - you know, see how far the rabbit hole of depravity goes!
But when push came to shove, you were really terrified of what might be next. Especially if it meant real pain or abuse. That wasn’t sexual for you - or fun in a scary, fucked up way like the rest of this had been. That thought just made you feel sick and kind of sad.
But there was no rampage through the house. There was no screaming or hitting or hair pulling.
You really did get away with it. He tucked you into bed and kissed you good night.
You felt excited again for more exploration tomorrow.
—-
You woke up on your back, body completely stiff and rigid. Your arms were tied tightly behind your back, and your legs even tighter, wide open and up almost over your head. You realized you were in the basement, locked onto one of those strange tables he had made from hand.
You tried to shuffle free, or call for help, do anything, but drool just leaked down out of the breathing holes in your ball gag. Your groans must have caught his attention, because only a moment later your grandfather came into the room, staring down at you.
“You didn’t lock the door again after you left.”
You whined, so many feelings flooding your body, but none of them able to create a coherent thought.
Your grandfather ran a rough, calloused thumb over your pussy. You were soaking wet.
He seemed to consider that for a moment, before bringing his hand down harshly in a barrage of hard spankings on your soft, spread cunt.
You yelled into the gag, in a mixture of surprise and pleasure. The spankings continued - one right after the other, switching between softer taps and hard, aggressive slaps.
You couldn’t ignore how completely, disgustingly wet you were from this. Even as your pussy transformed from a light pink to bright red, you stayed on the verge of cumming.
He didn’t look at your face once as he attacked the most sensitive, private parts of his only grandson. He just focused intensely on his target.
He stepped away for a moment, and you heard some clutter being moved around in the other room. He came back holding two small ropes of leather with clamps at either end. You could feel him wrapping the ropes around your thighs, and attaching the clamps to your pussy.
You tried to cringe away as he tightened them - the clamps pulling hard in opposite directions, spreading your lips open for him. Your legs still shook uncontrollably from the previous assault.
You learned quickly that he loved the vulnerability, to see directly into the tight, pink holes he was abusing. He pulled over a small stool and placed it right in front of your open, quivering legs.
He sat down, eyes level with your dripping hole.
He caressed your thighs for a while, turning his hands inwards so his fingers pointed towards your glistening hole .
He slipped both index fingers inside of you, and slowly, carefully pulled them apart. You couldn’t help it any more. You started crying.
You hated that it It felt so fucking incredible to feel his fingers working your hole inexperienced open.
You hated that he was so intent on gaping your cunt as much as he could - of trying so hard to catch a glimpse of your cervix.
He inserted his two middle fingers as well - all four digits opening you to an extreme you’d never known before. You shrieked, and your eyes rolled up to the back of your head.
He kept you like that for a while, fingers mercilessly stretching you open and still staring intently inside of you. Staring at the soft pink flesh he never should have been able to see or touch.
He pulled his fingers out of you and rubbed your abused pussy. It felt so…strange. You felt empty, and your hole kept trying to spasm and tighten around nothing.
Again he went and moved around some things in the other room
Your body shook uncontrollably. You don’t know if you pissed, squirted, or both - but it ended up all over your grandfather's face, beard and overalls.
You blacked out for a while afterwards. Unable to think, or move (not that you could if you wanted to). You woke up a bit later to a massive weight moving on top of you rapidly - and an immense pressure inside your pussy.
You were still numb down there, but after a minute or two your frazzled brain put two and two together.
Your grandfather was fucking you.
His big, soft frame felt incredible against yours.
You passed out again, too exhausted to stay present or care any more.
He continued for quite some time, roughly using your limp, warm body. Eventually his hips stuttered, and he buried his cock as deep as he could, filling you up.
He stayed buried inside of you for a while, his cock plugging the cum as best it could.
Eventually, you half consciously felt his large appendage slide out from inside of you. There was a loud, wet rush of cum that followed suit. You were untied, and lifted somewhere.
But at that point, your brain just needed to shut off.
—-
You woke up well past your scheduled breakfast time. The sun was already high in the sky.
But your bed felt absolutely incredible, and your alarm hadn’t gone off.
You assumed that was your reward for…taking your punishment. Not that you had any choice in the matter.
He had at least brought you back into your bed, and turned off the alarm. So you were still in his good graces.
You were still too tired to feel much, but you knew in an hour or two the anxiety would set in about his new ‘expectations’ for you.
But a part of you was also very excited for more exploration.