Nothing but a Faggot

A few minutes later, Dad comes in, and I spread my legs. I look over my shoulder as he climbs onto my bed, his cock hard, oiled, and ready. He moves between my legs, angles his cock to my ass, pushing in without a word, putting the crown in.

He leans over me, putting his hands on my shoulders, and gripping firmly. Then, with one unhesitating, careless thrust, Dad slams his cock to the hilt in my ass. I yelp in pain as Dad's hips and balls slap against my ass, but he doesn't apologise.

“Shut up and take it, faggot!” Dad orders crisply, instead, gripping my shoulders, but it isn't tight or hard enough to hurt. He simply grips me firmly enough to make sure his thrust won't knock me forward as he pulls back, then slams in, again.

I bite my lower lip and close my eyes, resting my forehead against my forearms. I hold it in as Dad begins to fuck my ass, ramming me at full force, utterly unconcerned about me. After a couple minutes, though, pleasure starts replacing pain.

As my body adapts, the grinding of his massive prick against my prostate wins out. I lift my head, and I whimper softly in pleasure. I moan louder as my Dad continues slamming into me, his hips a fierce piston. “That's it, faggot! You like this!”

“Yes!” I moan involuntarily in answer, “Fuck, yes! Harder, Dad!” I look over my shoulder at him, and my Dad grins at me. His fingers tighten enough to be painful now, and his hips move faster, harder, ramming me with everything that he has.

Every slam slaps his hips against my ass like a spanking as he splits me open. He growls with arousal, fucking me as hard as his muscles will allow, holding me tightly in place. I moan as I take it, my hips bucking involuntarily to sync with him.

“That's it, fucking brainwashed faggot slut!” Dad snarls lustfully as he slams into me, and I can tell he's resisting release. He wants to enjoy this, enjoy me, for as long as possible, edge himself as much as he can, and bestow me his biggest load.

Dad manages to hold himself off for two hours, as he relentlessly ploughs my ass, before I can feel his cock beginning to pulse inside me. He growls with arousal, but he forces himself to remain disciplined. “Where do you want this, faggot?”

“Feed me, Dad!” I beg, and Dad grins at me.

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