Bobby and Billy's Blog-o-rama

Thinking about when Dad told me to finish the brownies in the fridge, because he was finishing work in an hour and wanted me to be nice and malleable for him. So I got so stoned I could barely move, and when he got home, I was just sat on the couch, watching a documentary, and he picked me up and carried me from the sofa to the bedroom. Stripped me down so he could watch my cage strain before laying me down, my head down off the bed. Lifting it just to let me huff some poppers, before he pulled his jeans down, pinned my hands to my chest, and pounded my face. He told me later he was hard from when he left work, and I could feel that desperation, struggling against him (he's a lot stronger than me) as his balls pushed right up against my face. There's honestly no hotter feeling than being pinned down and feeling your throat so full of cock that it feels like it's stretching, almost friction as the head pushes deep into you. And then then he came, pushed right into me and held himself there, until I sorta began to panic because I was getting desperate for breath. I like that feeling too - it's scary and exciting honestly not being sure when you're gonna be allowed to take a breath, just full of dick and cum.