Eli once Lacey, once soft and shy was now this filthy, cock-hungry, high energy twink moaning like a feral thing, getting plowed senseless by a big stud who looked like he belonged on a warning label.
And every time he saw it every stroke, every guttural Yeah, take Daddyâs dick, fag he came a little harder. Touched himself a little deeper. Hated himself a little less.
Because deep down, he wanted to be the one bent over.
Eli messaged back and said, Daddy wants to meet you, there wasnât a single part of him that hesitated
He showed up in nothing but a hoodie, no underwear, no resistance. His cock was already pressing against his thigh, leaking from anticipation, trembling at the thought of being seen.
Daddy opened the door shirtless. Covered in tattoos, gold chain resting between hairy pecs, a smirk like he already knew what kind of whimpering bitch just stepped into his home.
Youâre the one Eli said used to be some little hormone girl?
Daddy grabbed him by the throat. Not hardjust enough. Not anymore, huh?
He shook his head, breath already catching.
I can smell the boy on you already.
He was stripped before he could blink.
The hoodie hit the floor. His cock stood tall proud, twitching, uncut and desperate. Daddy licked his lips.
You sure youâre ready for this, little man?
I want to forget I was ever her, he whispered.
Daddy pushed him to his knees. Then open your mouth and earn your name back.
He choked on cock like he was born for it.
Daddy held his head down, fucking his throat with slow, cruel strokes, letting drool pour down his chin. No mercy. Just raw correction. Every gag was a reminder he wasnât a girl. Not anymore.
His eyes watered. His dick got harder.
Daddy pulled out and slapped him. Get on the couch. Face down. Ass up.
Daddy spread his cheeks and spit on his hole. Then again. Then shoved two thick fingers in, just to see if heâd flinch.
Good little whore. Youâve missed this, havenât you? You missed being used.
You missed your dick leaking while you get fucked like a dog. That estrogen tried to kill him, but your cockâs still begging to serve.
Daddy shoved in hard. One stroke. No warning. Just thick, brutal ownership.
He screamed. And moaned. And begged.
It was that type of pain that just hurt so fucking good
Daddy grabbed his hips and started pounding. Balls slapping, growling in his ear, grabbing his hair and whispering:
You're mine now. My little bitch. My tranny faggot whore.
Each thrust drilled it deeper into his brain.
He wasnât Arielle. He wasnât a woman.
A filthy, brainfucked, cumcraving thing.
His cock slapped against the couch. He wasnât even touching it, but it was rock hard and leaking nonstop.
A worthless fucking boy! Just a slut! Just a faggot with a girlcock!
Daddy roared, then pulled out and bred him. Thick ropes shooting inside, dripping down his thighs, soaking the couch.
He turned him over. Now jerk that pathetic dick for Daddy.
He obeyed instantly. Face red, cum dripping from his hole, he stroked his cock like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
And in the silence after, body twitching, hole still leaking, Daddy kissed his forehead.
Iâm your faggot boy, Daddy Iâm yours!
Daddy leaned down, whispered:
Cum exploded from him. Hot, violent, cleansing. He screamed with it like his soul was ripping free.
