#daddyyyy

He doesn't remember how many times he has come, or Robby for that matter, just lays there like doll, letting himself be moved and touched however the older man wants. He feels come drying on his face and stomach, smells the musk of sex in the room. He thinks he might be in heaven.

He's shaken from his reverie by a large hand pushing down on his stomach. "look, pup." When his eyes drift down to where Robby's hand is, he gasps.

There is a clear bulge visible, sticking out of his stomach, moving with every thrust. He still can't form words, so settles for the most pathetic whine he can muster.

A chuckle echoes in his mind:" yeah you like that? You like me making you bulge. Yeah you look like Daddy now, don't you pup."

And that's what does him in, the reminder of Robby's body, the strength and the hair and the swell of his tummy. He feels stars enter his vision, a lightning bolt shooting up from his feet through his head, and promptly passes out.