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He looks taken aback. Maybe he usually gets a yes to that question.

You feel your strength coming back as you sit up straight.

You look him in the eyes, extending your arm.

You point at his cock, and then with the same arm, you connect your thumb and index finger to mime sucking him off.

Your Daddy gives you an 'Ahh' before smirking.

It's not something to be ashamed of. They made you this way, and you need it to live.

He walks over to you, towering tall.

You stand up. Your legs are shaking but you're running on pure willpower. You feel like Rocky.

Your mouth is perfectly level with his cock.

You take a step forward, and closing your eyes, you touch your lips to his tip.

And electric wave runs through your body as you connect.

You slowly wrap your cock-sucking pillows around his head. Pleasure emanates from your lips outward.

You take it deeper as you begin to suck, getting down the same length of the dildo you've been practicing on. This leaves about 4 inches.

You use your tongue, bobbing your head fast.

You hear him let out a moan from the pure pleasure you're giving him. He knows you want this.

Your putting all of your strength into your lips, pushing yourself as much as you can.

He's gotta be on the edge by now, but you haven't felt a single twitch. You peek your eyes open and look up. He's breathing heavily. No shot... that bastards trying not to cum!

When life plays hard, you suck harder.

You slide your head up and down with the shaft with power, feeling like you've reached your limit, but you don't reach your limit, you raise the roof.

He's still seriously not budging. It makes sense that a super soldier would be able to prevent himself from having and orgasm. That sick fuck is getting enjoyment out of watching you struggle.

You feel like you can't go any more but you remember something in your head. An idea. Who told you this? You don't know where it's coming from, but it's the 40% rule.

When your brain tells you that you are completely exhausted and cannot go any further, you have actually only reached about 40% of your true capacity.

Motivated to never slow down, you feel it. A twitch.

You can tell he's locked in now, but you don't stop for even a second. There it is, a second twitch.

He's breathing louder and louder now. You can feel it coming. There's a light at the end of the tunnel and you've just gotta keep running.

All of your effort building up to...

*ssssSSSQUIIRRRt*

You feel him erupt as several ropes hit the back of your throat.

Time freezes for you as you taste your victory

The feeling is pure success, and the taste is bliss.

Salty sweetness.

It's a different kind of warmth. It doesn't feel artificial, it's natural. Unlike what you've been consuming up until now.

That's when it hits you...

All your life you've been having leftovers,

you just tastes a fresh meal.

Your Daddy lets out and exhale that sounds underwhelmed but satisfied.

"There you go, you happy? Or do you- ooph!"