Back to Daddy on Daddy day

Elijah’s been quiet for a little while—life gets in the way sometimes.

But I never left his mind. Not for a second.

And even a good little bitch like him knows to hit me up on Daddy Day.

He came crawling back just how I like them—

Dick out, leaking, desperate.

Waving it around in my DMs, whining about how much he missed being used.

Begging me to get him high on poppers.

Begging me to ruin him.

To use and abuse him like the proper fag he knows he is.

“Please, Daddy. Please make me your mess again.” That’s what he said.

And you better believe I’m going to give him exactly what he wants—

Turn that boy inside out and keep pushing until he’s twitching, moaning, and busting his load all over himself, shaking like the used-up toy he lives to be.

Elijah’s back.

And Daddy’s going to remind him exactly what he is.