kinky boy the 7th

Making his debut as a Master, he quickly discovers that he belongs on his knees.

My mom married a guy who’s exactly my age. He still makes me call him Daddy.

“Until I unbuckled and whipped off my brown leather belt… He thought he knew what a belt meant, from his own daddy all those years ago… so, just like muscle-memory, he turned his bitch-ass to face to the wall, practically drooling, pulling his soccer shorts down across his fuzzy arrogant bulbous ass! Once they’re toppled, their ass is sweet as candy - My sweet little step-daddy bitch-ass-candy! Fuckin’ pathetic…”

Stepdad made Dad find the briefs my bro and I wore when we were kids. Now, that’s all he’s allowed to wear.

I’m his boss. But somehow I’m the one who ended up under the table.

Being taught his new role in life….

“Alpha top.”

“Your opinion doesn’t matter any more. It’s the state of your aging anus that I care about.”

He wanted me sexually modified in ways that made it clear to everyone at first glance who the bitch was

When he said to me, after the third day, “you look more and more like an ape,” I couldn’t even process it. I just said nodded and drooled a sick kind of mute stupid thank you hoping he would feed me soon. But then I later saw this picture, and I understood what he was talking about and what I was giving up just to please him and keep him interested in supplying me the gear I needed to compete.

I know you're not completely happy to be locked. But you're not exactly upset about either, are you. You're embarrassed. Embarrassed about how turned on you get being my good locked boy. And horny. God, you get horny when tell you to show me your cage, don't you. And when I grab your nipples like this. It makes your cage bounce, doesn't it. You haven't gotten any relief in weeks. And you won't be getting any tonight, either. Good boy.

Eventually I just stopped thinking. Eventually my whole reality became His enormous breeder cock. Like all the others on the farm, bleating as we took it.