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Daddy Says: It’s time we start networking. Reblog this image and add if you are a Dad or son if you are seeking one. If not, reblog without adding anything so others can help find each other through the notes.Spread a little hope and maybe even a little love this season.I’ll start:

I find the best method is to cover them in rubber or leather that leave access only to their cock, which will usually be locked in chastity, their about to be christened pussy, and their mouth. They will no longer need any of their other body parts, as they are merely objects to be used by real men.

I wasn't a fag. I was a man. I was strong. I might be a bit of a gender queer, but I liked pussy not dick.

Finally, the bar cleared out except for me and him. How the hell did that happen. He had trapped me by my pony tail add dragged me across the room. He had slammed me onto a table and put me in metal hand cuffs.

"Now pussy boy, you are going to get what you been craving all night." He jerked my pants down and began to finger my ass. "Look at those pussy lips grabbing at my finger. Pleading for something bigger. Something to breed that cunt."

I tried getting up but he kept slamming me down. H stripped off his clothes and told me, "This is what real men look like." His dick was hard and threatening. He modeled for me, strutting about.

Then that crazy night when he had been high as a kite, the world changed. He had awoken with hand cuffs on. He had fought and screamed and cried. Each day his life had been altered a bit more. Come days there were beatings. Some days there was body grooming.

There had been the day they had placed his cock in a steel tube and lock it away from him. They had trained his ass hole to be a cunt.

He was now a slave to a sadistic man that worked to mold him into the lowest form of life. A man who was owned. A man who was property to be used merely as a sexual object. His holes were made to be filled and he was forbidden to find any enjoyment.