Dirty Daddies (2 of 2)

WARNING – SCAT


Here’s to my five years with the dirtiest daddies in the whole world. You know, I never thought I might be this lucky, to find two daddies like this–of course, it’s taken a lot of work to get them here, but I’m so much more powerful now than when I was a kid. Sure, that first year was rough. They both fought, hard, trying to get control of their relationship back, trying to get control over me, but I’m the one who does the controlling–I’m always in control. They realized that, eventually. Marty first, but he was always easier–weaker, easier to bend. Fuck, I had him begging for my cock the first day we were alone together, and Bill never had a clue–not until I wanted him to know.

But it took a lot of work, getting them here–helping them both become the perfect dirty daddies for their perfect dirty boy. Neither of them liked the facial hair at first, or the cigars, or the booze I made them drink all the time, but I want daddies who are fuzzy, who reek like an ashtray. I want daddies who are so stupid they piss themselves half the time, and laugh their asses off when they realize what they just did. I want daddies fighting for the privilege to eat out their boy’s nasty hole–fuck, can you imagine any expression of love deeper than that? Than begging to be your son’s toilet paper? I let them take turns, usually, but Bill’s the real toilet around the house.

See, Marty was easy enough, but Bill was a fighter. I had to break him pretty badly in the end, to keep him from hurting someone, but he learned his place eventually, right there at the moment, slurping at Marty’s greasy hole, begging for a load of shit while I piss all over them both. This anniversary party’s just getting started, of course–I have some pretty amazing gifts planned for my daddies.

See, Bill can’t work anymore–not after he shit himself in the office a few months back, and started eating it in front of his boss at an important meeting. Martin’s not too smart either, anymore–I tend to have that effect on daddies when they’re under my control for too long. They just can’t quite remember how to think for themselves anymore. So my daddies are getting two new lives this weekend. Bill’s gonna be a brand new trash collector on Monday morning, and Martin’s gonna be a delivery driver. Sure, we’ll have to sell the house and move into a double wide outside of town, but who needs money when you have the perfect family? 

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