Let Daddy dose you with his beautiful poison
Daddy has a dream. He wants to see all men blown up to their full potential. For men to reach for the masculine grandeur that hides within us all. Daddy also has a fantasy. He wants to use muscular men as sex dolls to sate his endless, roid-fuelled lust.
Yes, roids. Gear. Synthetic strength. Daddy’s entire life revolves around steroids, and it’s with those steroids that he lures men into his net. All men want muscle. Name me a man who, in his heart of hearts, would turn down the body of a bodybuilder. You can’t. Daddy uses that desire against these men to get what he wants. And what he wants is their bodies.
Daddy’s a hound, a pervert, a drug dealer and a menace. He entraps men into his world. He gets them hooked on the poison. They take a pin, they follow his coaching, they start to get swole. They get another pin, they get bigger. And on it goes. Daddy asks for nothing in return. He’s a nice guy. Yeah right. Before long, Daddy’s taking his payment in kind; the beautiful inflated bodies of these men.
And Daddy doesn’t care what a guy’s sexuality is. These guys aren’t gay, straight or bi, they’re just sluts. All of them, sluts. Daddy refers to them that way. And it makes sense right? They’re trading their bodies and sex for drugs and money. Daddy isn’t insulting these bros; he’s just calling a spade a spade.
And yet they keep coming back. They keep taking Daddy’s huge dick up their cunts, sucking down his loads, eating his ass, calling him, well, Daddy. They’re addicts. Lost to Daddy’s drugs and money and praise. And Daddy does everything he can to keep them lost.
