papa‘s special fucking boy

i’ll rub the glans until hes drooling and trying to rub his cunt against my palm. i’m making him repeat after me: „i’m such a good boy for my big brother. i get hard just thinking about him. i‘m a good boy, i‘m a good boy, i‘m a good boy! my big bro is jerking me off and i can’t wait until my cock is fat enough to fuck his hole!“

dad who brings me to his mancave to drink and smoke because i'm his little man now

dad who encourages me to drink stronger alcohol than i should, who gives me one, two, three joints til i'm soaring, who lays me down on the couch and strips my clothes so i don't overheat, he's so thoughtful

dad who spreads my legs, rough fingers inspecting my twitchy tdick, cooing about how big i'm getting. dad who pulls his cock out to compare it to mine, my slick coating his shaft as he ruts back and forth, too high n drunk to even comprehend what he's doing to me.

dad who presses his thick cock into my virgin cunt, who shushes my pained whimpers and whines, who groans as he bottoms out against my cervix and twitches inside me. "you're so tight, kiddo," he whispers, pulling out slowly and pushing back in.

dad who rapes his drunk, high baby boy, making me cry and beg for him to take it easy on me, dad who gets fed up with my bitching and wraps his hand around my neck to make me shut up.

dad who doesn't pull out, who ruts frantically into my dripping boycunt until he cums with a groan, his hot seed spilling deep, knocking me up as i gasp for breath and claw at his hand around my throat.

when i get flighty, uncomfortable, almost scared of you, like im some lamb being led to the slaughter?

even if you’re doing nothing? if you don’t even have ulterior motives?

but i can’t turn this off; it’s hardwired into me!