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Daddy Dearest
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Erotica › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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27,335
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Category:
Erotica › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
27,335
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Daddy Dearest
He was a tiny thing, really. A slutty one, but nevertheless tiny. A whole four foot nine in his three inch heels, tottering carefully down the hall. The contrast of black latex against lily white legs, the material sliding up and over his knees, clinging. A huge expanse of shapely thighs for such a tiny boy, and a micro miniskirt barely covering his miniscule penis, such an adorable little boycock, thinner than a man's pinky, uncircumcised and sweet. Adorable balls that clung tight to his body, nestled carefully in his thong underwear. It had laced frills, just like his Daddy loved.
His name was Brandon, once. But his Daddy calls him his baby girl, his little slutty toy. Bradley clenches his little hole tightly in anticipation, knocking on the door of his Daddy's bedroom.
He had friends over, today. And he'd been told to wear his very best, and look his very best. Bradley understood, of course. His warm brown hair was tugged upwards, into two twin pigtails high up on his head, a tiny bit of gloss, lube preparing him for what was to come, the tightest clothes he could find to show off his shapely body. Bradley was six, and the cherubic image of sex for Daddy and all of his business partners. His round bubble butt was grabbable, squeezable-- absolutely and utterly fuckable. He had a mild enlargement of his pecs, giving him the appearance of a little girl's breasts. He wore a lacy bra under his tight shirt, which was bright neon blue and hugged his little hips.
The outline of a naval ring was visible through his shirt, and his adorable, puffy nipples were as well.
The door swung open, and Brandon ran over to his Daddy, almost tripping in his excitement, a bright smile on his face. Daddy pat his leg, and Bradley slid up on it, straddling the muscular thigh, his pert balls resting on top of it, cuddling in.
"Daddy!" The brunet boy nuzzled into his Master's stubbly face, and if he were a cat, he'd be purring.
His Daddy was a gorgeous man, in his mid forties, jet black hair just barely beginning to go grey at the temples. A strong jaw-- strong in general, even. He was six foot two and still ridiculously strong. big businessman, owning his own private company. Brandon wasn't sure what he did, and didn't question it- he had no need to.
"There there, baby girl. Say hello to all of Daddy's friends, too," he crooned, voice a deep timbre, turning his baby girl around on his lap. He shyly buried his face into Daddy's neck, waving shyly at all the other handsome men around.
A sharp slap against his ass. "H-hello," he murmured, voice still feminine, and waited for instructions.
They would come.
--
...yeah so i dunno what the hell i'm doin. woo.
His name was Brandon, once. But his Daddy calls him his baby girl, his little slutty toy. Bradley clenches his little hole tightly in anticipation, knocking on the door of his Daddy's bedroom.
He had friends over, today. And he'd been told to wear his very best, and look his very best. Bradley understood, of course. His warm brown hair was tugged upwards, into two twin pigtails high up on his head, a tiny bit of gloss, lube preparing him for what was to come, the tightest clothes he could find to show off his shapely body. Bradley was six, and the cherubic image of sex for Daddy and all of his business partners. His round bubble butt was grabbable, squeezable-- absolutely and utterly fuckable. He had a mild enlargement of his pecs, giving him the appearance of a little girl's breasts. He wore a lacy bra under his tight shirt, which was bright neon blue and hugged his little hips.
The outline of a naval ring was visible through his shirt, and his adorable, puffy nipples were as well.
The door swung open, and Brandon ran over to his Daddy, almost tripping in his excitement, a bright smile on his face. Daddy pat his leg, and Bradley slid up on it, straddling the muscular thigh, his pert balls resting on top of it, cuddling in.
"Daddy!" The brunet boy nuzzled into his Master's stubbly face, and if he were a cat, he'd be purring.
His Daddy was a gorgeous man, in his mid forties, jet black hair just barely beginning to go grey at the temples. A strong jaw-- strong in general, even. He was six foot two and still ridiculously strong. big businessman, owning his own private company. Brandon wasn't sure what he did, and didn't question it- he had no need to.
"There there, baby girl. Say hello to all of Daddy's friends, too," he crooned, voice a deep timbre, turning his baby girl around on his lap. He shyly buried his face into Daddy's neck, waving shyly at all the other handsome men around.
A sharp slap against his ass. "H-hello," he murmured, voice still feminine, and waited for instructions.
They would come.
--
...yeah so i dunno what the hell i'm doin. woo.