DaddysLover

[lightamongusisback]

A little clear fun

[musclemenworld]

[evan-steamyc]

[chris-racyp]

[luvloads]

Fucking 🔥🥵

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You spot them before you even reach the car—Milo, bent over from the passenger seat, head buried in Owen’s lap. Your brother’s hand lightly guiding your boyfriend’s bobbing head, a slow, satisfied grin spreading as his eyes catch yours.

“Ooh, so close. Time’s up,” Owen calls, voice lazy and triumphant. “Bet Milo here he couldn’t make me cum before you got back from the store—but looks like he forgot about it.”

Milo doesn’t stop, cheeks flushed, mouth working desperately, spit shining on Owen’s cock. Owen just laughs, grip tightening as Milo speeds up, holding him there with both hands when he finally groans and finishes, making sure you watch every twitch and swallow.

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Dad tells you the doctor had warned him the new prescription might come with some “behavioral adjustments”. You figure he means mood swings until you wake up to him crawling under your duvet, desperate to suck you off. Turns out, the main side effect is that he’s a total bottom now who can’t start the day until he’s been properly filled.

It’s just the morning routine now. He presents that hungry, gaping hole right there on the mattress, begging for it before his eyes are even fully open. You slide inside, pounding him into the sheets until his prostate is hammered soft, and dump a thick load of cum deep inside him. It’s the only way to get him functional; once he’s been bred and is leaking your seed, he snaps right back to normal, ready to shower and head to the office.

[alphafaggotbreeder]

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Stop and Yield

Jake remembered yelling.

“What the fuck were you doing?” he snapped, shoving a finger toward the crushed fender. “You came out of nowhere.”

The man slammed his truck door hard enough to make Jake flinch. “I had the lane.”

“Bullshit. You were on your phone.”

“I was looking at the road, asshole.”

The man stepped closer, jaw tight, face flushed with a dark, sudden fury. Bigger. Broader. Casting a heavy shadow over the hot blacktop.

Jake kept going anyway. His pride pushed him right into the stranger’s space.

“You think because you’re big you can just crowd people off the—"

“Keep running that loud mouth,” the man growled.

Jake let out a short, sharp laugh. “Or what?”

The man’s eyes dropped to Jake’s lips.

“Or I’ll give it something useful to do.”

Jake opened his mouth to snap back.

The word never landed.

A heavy hand hit the back of his neck. The downward force dropped him hard, knees striking coarse asphalt, palms jerking uselessly at his sides. Heat rose from the road in waves. Engines ticked behind him. Horns dragged past in long, ugly bursts while the metallic click of a belt snapped open above his face.

“Open.”

Jake glared up through his lashes, jaw locked.

The man’s thumb and forefinger dug into the hinges of his jaw, forcing the bone down.

“I said open.”

The blunt head of his cock pressed in all at once.

Thick heat split Jake’s mouth wide. His lips stretched around it. His tongue flattened under the weight. The first shove hit too deep, too fast, and his throat seized around the crown with a wet, choking spasm.

Spit flooded under his tongue.

His eyes watered immediately.

“There,” the man panted, fist tightening in Jake’s hair. “That’s better. Nice and quiet.”

Jake made a furious sound around him, muffled and useless.

The man shoved deeper.

The sound broke into gagging.

Jake’s throat clamped hard, fighting the intrusion, then opened in a helpless pulse as the cock forced its shape into him. The shaft dragged over his tongue, slick with spit and precum, hot and heavy enough to make his jaw burn. He tried to pull air through his nose, but the next thrust stole it from him.

The man used his grip like leverage.

Forward. Deep. Hold.

Back. Breath. Spit.

Forward again.

Jake’s whole body flinched with each drive. His fingers dug into his jeans. His shoulders hitched. The heat of the road pressed through his knees while the cock pressed deeper into his throat, turning every angry word into wet, broken noise.

“Still got something to say?”

Jake gagged around him.

“Yeah. Thought so.”

The thrusts turned rough. Angry. Each one drove the argument farther out of him. His pride had no room down there. Only the fist in his hair. The hard road under him. The thick cock stretching his mouth open and teaching his throat to yield.

Spit spilled down his chin and soaked his collar.

His face burned with every passing car. Light flickered across them in quick flashes. Jake felt exposed from the inside out, opened and silenced in the same brutal rhythm, his body reacting before his mind could recover. His throat tightened, opened, tightened again, learning the size of him.

The man groaned and drove in deeper.

Jake’s nose brushed coarse hair. His throat locked around the base. Panic sparked through his chest, then sank under the heavy pulse of the cock buried in him.

The man held him there when he came.

Jake felt the first hot spasm deep in his throat. Cum spilled straight into him, thick and bitter, flooding past his tongue before he could cough. He swallowed on reflex, choking around the shaft as another pulse followed. Then another. His eyes squeezed shut. His throat worked helplessly, taking each wave because the cock left him nowhere else to put it.

When the man pulled free, Jake coughed hard.

Cum and spit clung to his lips. A thick strand slipped from his mouth and dripped to the asphalt between his knees.

Above him, the man tucked himself away, still breathing hard.

“Next time,” he said, looking down at him, “watch your mouth.”

Jake stayed on his knees.

His jaw hung loose. His throat kept working around the bitter heat coating his tongue, around the ache the cock had left behind. The anger was gone. The argument was gone. All that remained was the hot blacktop under his palms and the taste of the man still sitting deep in his mouth.

His place had been made clear.

[krablomein]

Ed & Angelo

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Good Boy

His voice echoes in your head like a drug.

“Good boy.”

Your thighs slam down again. You weren’t even trying to move — not at first. But now your hips won’t stop. Riding his cock like it’s your goddamn purpose.

“Such a good boy for me,” he coos, a hand resting on your waist. Not pushing. Just… there. Like he doesn’t need to force anything.

You want to ask what’s happening. You want to stop. You think.

But your hole’s swallowing him deeper, again and again, slick and hungry, clenching tighter each time he praises you. Your mind’s fogged, soft around the edges, like your thoughts are slipping through your fingers. And your cock? Leaking. Bouncing untouched with every bounce.

“Tell me what you are.”

Your mouth opens before your brain catches up.

"A g-good boy.”

“That's right.”

He shifts under you, hips rolling up with a lazy thrust, and you gasp, back arching, hole fluttering around his shaft. You’re so close — so full — it’s unbearable. And all he does is smile.

“You weren’t like this before,” he murmurs, almost sweet. “Didn’t even want to touch it. But look at you now. Desperate.”

You try to think. Remember. Hadn’t he said something about relaxing? Helping you focus?

But then he says it again — “Good boy” — and your mind blanks. Your body takes over. And you bounce harder.

His cock pulses deep inside you. You cry out.

He groans. “Gonna breed my good boy. Fill him up. That what you want?"

"Yes, daddy, please." Grinding down. Begging for it.

And when he cums — hot, thick, buried deep — your own orgasm hits like a slap. No touch. No control. Just muscle and need and submission.

You collapse forward, hole still full, brain still buzzing.

And somewhere in the haze, you hear it one more time.

“Good boy.”

[chicagovibe55]

[jacklocked]

Oh, yeah! Mirror shot, muscled stud and chastity cage!

[stupidhimbo]

Cocky Himbo

He's a cocky bastard, always showing off, loves to sweep you off your feet, really into that "alpha" shit. Fortunately for you, you love to fuck some alpha's mouth.

[stupidhimbo]

Himbo Cop

Imagine what people would say if they knew this all-correct law binding massive cop is the same who ties you up, slaps, spits and calls you his little bitch while fucking you so hard your mind goes blank

[stupidhimbo]

Too big himbo

Hes big, too big, and equally just as stupid. It's like he ain't aware of his own size, not to mention he's half hard all the time, horny like a bull, he can't do nothing about it, but you just love him, it's just hard trying to walk after a fuck session. Considering he's horny for you 24/7 it's been some time since you walked without limping.

[stupidhimbo]

Himbo bulls

Dating these two stupid bulls is awesome, eating like crazy, all three competing to see who dominates, fucking many times everyday, it all ending with you three cuddled up in bed while the whole room smells like pure testosterone, it's bull heaven.

[stupidhimbo]

Cum addicted himbo

He's addicted, he needs your cum like he needs water, it's simply intoxicating to him, he goes all day thinking to the moment when he will come back home, get on his knees and finally get your cum in his mouth, he lives for it, and you love to give him what he wants.

[stupidhimbo]

He reached you in the gym saying you got nice legs and butt. It wasn't much till you were on his house with him licking your ass and hole himself. His beard tickles.

[stupidhimbo]

His mom still thinks he's just a famous and successful personal trainer instead of the sex god with a 10 inch dick who fucks like an animal as cardio. He wants to keep it that way tho.

[stupidhimbo]

He always makes that face when you even dare to look at another guy for even a second. He's always showing off his massive body to you in public with no shame, you're his little bitch after all, so why would you even need to talk to other guys? You know damn well you're getting punished later by being face-fucked so hard your throat will be ruined for the whole week. Sometimes he thinks you do it on purpose just to get punished.