Dylan had no idea what was in store for him when he accepted that facetime call, probably expecting someone who just got the wrong number down.
He never would've expected to lose his free will over facetime.
Shh, don't speak boy, let daddy do all the talking for you.
What the fuck? Who the hell are you?
I already told you boy, your daddy
Look, I'm not homophobic or anything but I'm not into random guys calling themselves my daddy, I gotta go.
Dylan tried to push the end call button on his computer until he heard the guy on the call calm say
Stop right there buttboy.
And he did. Dylan couldn't believe not only that he just obeyed a guy who called him buttboy, but that he also began to feel an itch in his asshole and a fog in his mind.
That's right, buttboys love listening to their daddies, it's so much easier than thinking for themselves
There it was again, that itch, that fog. But now they've gotten worse, the itch stronger, the fog thicker, it was becoming harder for Dylan to think of anything other than his ass. He began to hump his bed without realising, in an attempt to ease the itch.
Yeah such a good buttboy, hump the bed more and more, imagining daddy fuck that tight ass of yours. Remember, good buttboys take their clothes off when they're with their daddies, you want to be a good buttboy don't you?
And before he could stop himself, Dylan caught himself saying
whilst slowly stripping his clothes away.
Such a good buttboy for daddy, stay just like that now, I'm coming down to have some fun with my buttboy's ass.
That was all Dylan could say, before continuing to hump naked on his bed until his door slowly opened, revealing Ben, Dylan's younger brother, who then proceeded to rim his older brother's hole, before putting his dick inside.
Ahh, such a tight asshole, you're such a good buttboy for daddy.
Yes daddy was all Dylan could say as the fog in his mind was complete, but Dylan didn't care. After all, his daddy was soothing the deep itch in his asshole, and he was satisfied.
