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Daddy's Girl
Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
mouth as he wrapped his hand around the boy's penis, squeezing and stroking. The boy was moaning now. He was out of control and frantic to cum. His tongue eagerly danced against Zeke's. He began to shake uncontrollably as his cock spasm'd and Zeke milked the cum out of him. Then, sated, he collapsed against Zeke with a huge sigh of contentment. Zeke wrapped his arms around his boy and held him close. "Today we begin your training, baby. And you begin your new life with me. You understand?" "Yes, Daddy." The boy replied. "First thing you got to understand is, you belong to me now. You got to obey me without question. If you don't obey, I got to punish you. Spank your sexy little ass, or worse. You understand?" "Yes, Daddy." "Next you got to understand exactly what you are. But you can't just hear me say it. You got to say it. When you say it, it's real. When you say it, it's true. You are a not a real man. You are a faggot. What are you, boy?" "I am . . . I am a faggot." "You are a sissy. Say it, boy." "I am a sissy." "Good. You are a cocksucker." "I am a cocksucker." "You are a girly-boy." "I am a girly-boy." And the boy began to tear up realizing what was happening to him. "That's it little sissy-girl. Cry as you give yourself to Daddy. You are a bitch." "I . . . I am a bitch." The boy sobbed. "Whose bitch are you?" Zeke demanded. "I am Daddy's ... bitch." "Who owns you?" "Daddy owns me." "When Daddy fucked you last night, his cum transformed you. Your ass is now my pussy. And you ain't got a cock. That little thing between your legs is too pathetic to be a cock. You got a clit, right girl?" "I have a clit, Daddy." "Daddy has a real cock. You're going to learn to love and worship Daddy's cock. You're going to be a slave to Daddy's cock. Right, bitch?" "I am Daddy's cock-slave." "Good girl. We need to get cleaned up now and go get some breakfast." Breakfast They showered and dressed and walked down to the truck-stop restaurant. On the way, Zeke checked the weather report. Conditions were clearing up, but it looked like they would have to spend one more night in the motel. All the rooms were full now and Zeke greeted some of his old trucker friends as they made their way to a booth. Ruby came over carrying a pot of coffee to wait on them. "Morning, Zeke." She smiled. "You gents sl**p okay?" "Didn't do much sl**ping, Ruby. But it sure was nice." Zeke smiled. "What can I get you for breakfast?" "I'll have the steak and eggs with a side of pancakes. My girly-boy here will have a orange juice and a bowl of fruit-loops." Ruby chuckled. "What's your boy's name?" "Chrissie." "He don't look much like a Chrissie." "By the end of the day he will. That Wal-Mart across the highway open?" "Yeah. Ain't nobody ...