He left her unconscious upon the floor. Retreating to his shower, to clear off their combined filth. She remained motionless for many hours. Sleeping it off deep into the night. Only to moan upon awakening, feeling the abuse her body had undergone. She didn’t move, she moaned, then fell into another deep sleep.
As the morning light began filtering into the room, she laid there, helpless, as the little man came off his bed, and walked over her completely naked. His mammoth soft cock bouncing from side to side.
He didn’t say ‘Good morning!’, nor ask, ‘How are you?’ he stood over her, as his gargantuan organ sprang into action, inflating towards her pained and anguished awakening face. The dreamlike vision, of his massive tool, as it surged forth, distending further and further, the thickness greater with each second, as it twisted lower and lower, he spoke but a single word …
“Again.”
John Stephens would witness the start to Jimmy’s day in this manner, as his daughter dutifully tended to the mammoth flesh cannon. She didn’t protest, nor hesitate. She did as his single word commanded. It took over a half hour, as the huge organ ultimately laid its load upon her filthy face, and upper body, as her skinny arms worked the tortured tool towards a size best left for horses.
Her skinny arms tugged it to a glorious full hardness. Jimmy didn’t need to move, he simply stood over her quaking body, as her king, allowed her the honor of partaking his mammoth flesh cannon. Insanely gargantuan, as it drifted, and swayed over her. Unnatural, evil, as the little shit brandished it over her as if engaged in some sinister torture, but she loved it, spoke to it, enjoyed the hulking organ to the utmost, until it ultimately reached its pinnacle, and left her drenched in his foamy, massive load, Jimmy, a man of few words, merely said …
“Good girl.” As she finished her task. She stunk of him from yesterday, was still sticky and smelly, and now this morning, was left with a drenching load from the insanely massive prick. It flowed from her mouth, she coughed, she had to turn her head, as the sickly huge load came close to choking her, yet she licked her fingers, and gathered it all in, as he walked off, oblivious to everything else. Her ‘breakfast’ streamed down her cheeks, as Jimmy, his behavior detestable, as he dismissively, rudely, walked away.
Jimmy made his way to the kitchen, to have a bowl of cereal. His ‘used’ prick dripped upon the floor grossly as he leisurely consumed his cereal like a child might do from a high chair. It’s image grotesque, as a torqued-up Jimmy’s tool stayed incredibly gargantuan, blood, and fluids continually pumping into the hellish organ, as it bounced underneath his small, but muscled frame.
In the other room, Courtney tried to arise, but instantly pausing. The initial pains she felt, were only beginning, as she understood the tremendous pounding, and stretching that had taken place. Her internal organs were bruised, her pussy was painfully stretched. When she did begin to cloth herself, it felt like she had been in the ring. She stumbled, she could hear someone in the kitchen, and when she staggered in, supporting herself upon the wall, she could see the means of her destruction.
Chilling, her spine tingled, she didn’t remember it that way, as Jimmy let himself down from the chair. It hung menacingly, swaying, horrifically aroused, Jimmy loved it like this, as his monster easily passed nineteen horrifically fat inches. Unlike before, when she existed in a fog, she could clearly see it now, its size never greater. Riddled with fat distended veins, it had left a sickly huge puddle underneath where he once sat, and now, as it bounced in need, it still leaked, grossly gargantuan …
“I … I … I can’t. Not again. Please … don’t ask me to.” She pleaded, as Jimmy smiled wickedly, for he knew she would succumb to him if he so desired, it was written in her pained face. She couldn’t hide it, her nipples strained, her eyes longed for it, for him, as he waved her away with his hand. She left, but she didn’t want to. For her continued health, she had to go. He would’ve ripped her open, and she would’ve loved every moment of it.
Rosa texted, and waited, then texted again. It was torture, waiting for Jimmy to reply. She couldn’t begin to leave for the guest house without his say so. She would have quite the mess to clean upon arrival. Jimmy was in the ‘mood’, and Rosa was just the cure he was looking, and longing for.
Neither Courtney, nor any of his victims realized what was actually happening. His hold over them was something more sinister than size, it was something I realized on my own, as my journey to becoming a muscled, massively endowed stud began. Jimmy’s great uncle not only caught the huge dick genie in a bottle, he unleashed, most likely by accident, or pure luck, something even more valuable.
Somehow, during their development of the formula. They captured the very essence of attraction, and insidious control. And while it didn’t infect all those who came in contact with it. Ultimately, it decided whether you could resist the pull of his massive phallus, or be drawn into an insidious obsession. Which left Jimmy, a rather smallish, nineteen-year-old stud, in control of your very mind, body and soul.
Johnathan, blissfully unaware, awoke that morning, and noticed the text from his daughter. He paused, considering the worst of what might come of this. He knew his daughter; how confrontational she could be. But not this, not Jimmy, not now, not ever. He tried texting and calling, but Courtney was in pain, soaking in the tub, finding it impossible to keep reliving the prior days events, and the heart pounding awakening of this very morning, when Jimmy stood over her with his huge tool, as it grew towards her bleary ‘morning’ eyes.
Johnathan went to his iPad, he went to the recordings of the prior night in the guest house, his eyes partook of the heart stopping moment his daughter confronted the massively endowed monster under his employ. Understandably, Johnathan fell into the greatest rage of his life. Once seemingly tranquil, contained, and caged. Jimmy was thought to be ‘under control’, that all changed when John Stephen’s went to the scaring, horrific video.
He had it in mind to rip the kid apart with his bare hands. He could’ve had his crew dismantle the teen stud while he watched, but he wanted the pleasure of shit kicking Jimmy all to himself. He might have, but like daughter, like father. For his only prior interaction with Jimmy when aroused, in person, was from the safety of the deck outside, where the prevailing winds drove the ‘musk’, or ‘essence’ Jimmy exuded, away from him. The true draw, or pull of Jimmy, his infection, was still an unknown, though, it would soon become painfully understood.
John Stephen’s, billionaire, is about to return home to lay his wrath upon ‘little’ Jimmy, but the tables will be turned in an instant, as Johnathan Stephens is about to see his world turned upside down. For it would be he, whom would soon grovel at the knees of his ‘new’ hire. Delusional, that he can avoid what his illegal videos have shown again and again. He’s clueless enough not to see it … though he soon would, Jimmy’s judgement come forth right soon, and with it, hellish fury.
That first night with Courtney, as Jimmy left her ravaged, dominated, and abused form asleep on his floor. Secretly spying from above, Sarah, laid down her binoculars, purchased precisely for events like these, and kept in secret within her room. Completely exhausted, her many orgasms dripped between her still trembling thighs. The only sound, her deep breaths, her heart pounding, as she continued to look outside towards the guest house.
She muttered under her breath, fully realizing, and with terrifying understanding that what just transpired, was impossible. Courtney wouldn’t, nor couldn’t be made to submit like that, not to anyone, let alone that little shit. Yet she did, repeatedly, willfully, lovingly … “God help us.” Said Sarah to herself, spine tingling, still awash with emotion, she was right, nothing could stop this ‘little man’ … nothing at all.
As the morning light began filtering into the room, she laid there, helpless, as the little man came off his bed, and walked over her completely naked. His mammoth soft cock bouncing from side to side.
He didn’t say ‘Good morning!’, nor ask, ‘How are you?’ he stood over her, as his gargantuan organ sprang into action, inflating towards her pained and anguished awakening face. The dreamlike vision, of his massive tool, as it surged forth, distending further and further, the thickness greater with each second, as it twisted lower and lower, he spoke but a single word …
“Again.”
John Stephens would witness the start to Jimmy’s day in this manner, as his daughter dutifully tended to the mammoth flesh cannon. She didn’t protest, nor hesitate. She did as his single word commanded. It took over a half hour, as the huge organ ultimately laid its load upon her filthy face, and upper body, as her skinny arms worked the tortured tool towards a size best left for horses.
Her skinny arms tugged it to a glorious full hardness. Jimmy didn’t need to move, he simply stood over her quaking body, as her king, allowed her the honor of partaking his mammoth flesh cannon. Insanely gargantuan, as it drifted, and swayed over her. Unnatural, evil, as the little shit brandished it over her as if engaged in some sinister torture, but she loved it, spoke to it, enjoyed the hulking organ to the utmost, until it ultimately reached its pinnacle, and left her drenched in his foamy, massive load, Jimmy, a man of few words, merely said …
“Good girl.” As she finished her task. She stunk of him from yesterday, was still sticky and smelly, and now this morning, was left with a drenching load from the insanely massive prick. It flowed from her mouth, she coughed, she had to turn her head, as the sickly huge load came close to choking her, yet she licked her fingers, and gathered it all in, as he walked off, oblivious to everything else. Her ‘breakfast’ streamed down her cheeks, as Jimmy, his behavior detestable, as he dismissively, rudely, walked away.
Jimmy made his way to the kitchen, to have a bowl of cereal. His ‘used’ prick dripped upon the floor grossly as he leisurely consumed his cereal like a child might do from a high chair. It’s image grotesque, as a torqued-up Jimmy’s tool stayed incredibly gargantuan, blood, and fluids continually pumping into the hellish organ, as it bounced underneath his small, but muscled frame.
In the other room, Courtney tried to arise, but instantly pausing. The initial pains she felt, were only beginning, as she understood the tremendous pounding, and stretching that had taken place. Her internal organs were bruised, her pussy was painfully stretched. When she did begin to cloth herself, it felt like she had been in the ring. She stumbled, she could hear someone in the kitchen, and when she staggered in, supporting herself upon the wall, she could see the means of her destruction.
Chilling, her spine tingled, she didn’t remember it that way, as Jimmy let himself down from the chair. It hung menacingly, swaying, horrifically aroused, Jimmy loved it like this, as his monster easily passed nineteen horrifically fat inches. Unlike before, when she existed in a fog, she could clearly see it now, its size never greater. Riddled with fat distended veins, it had left a sickly huge puddle underneath where he once sat, and now, as it bounced in need, it still leaked, grossly gargantuan …
“I … I … I can’t. Not again. Please … don’t ask me to.” She pleaded, as Jimmy smiled wickedly, for he knew she would succumb to him if he so desired, it was written in her pained face. She couldn’t hide it, her nipples strained, her eyes longed for it, for him, as he waved her away with his hand. She left, but she didn’t want to. For her continued health, she had to go. He would’ve ripped her open, and she would’ve loved every moment of it.
Rosa texted, and waited, then texted again. It was torture, waiting for Jimmy to reply. She couldn’t begin to leave for the guest house without his say so. She would have quite the mess to clean upon arrival. Jimmy was in the ‘mood’, and Rosa was just the cure he was looking, and longing for.
Neither Courtney, nor any of his victims realized what was actually happening. His hold over them was something more sinister than size, it was something I realized on my own, as my journey to becoming a muscled, massively endowed stud began. Jimmy’s great uncle not only caught the huge dick genie in a bottle, he unleashed, most likely by accident, or pure luck, something even more valuable.
Somehow, during their development of the formula. They captured the very essence of attraction, and insidious control. And while it didn’t infect all those who came in contact with it. Ultimately, it decided whether you could resist the pull of his massive phallus, or be drawn into an insidious obsession. Which left Jimmy, a rather smallish, nineteen-year-old stud, in control of your very mind, body and soul.
Johnathan, blissfully unaware, awoke that morning, and noticed the text from his daughter. He paused, considering the worst of what might come of this. He knew his daughter; how confrontational she could be. But not this, not Jimmy, not now, not ever. He tried texting and calling, but Courtney was in pain, soaking in the tub, finding it impossible to keep reliving the prior days events, and the heart pounding awakening of this very morning, when Jimmy stood over her with his huge tool, as it grew towards her bleary ‘morning’ eyes.
Johnathan went to his iPad, he went to the recordings of the prior night in the guest house, his eyes partook of the heart stopping moment his daughter confronted the massively endowed monster under his employ. Understandably, Johnathan fell into the greatest rage of his life. Once seemingly tranquil, contained, and caged. Jimmy was thought to be ‘under control’, that all changed when John Stephen’s went to the scaring, horrific video.
He had it in mind to rip the kid apart with his bare hands. He could’ve had his crew dismantle the teen stud while he watched, but he wanted the pleasure of shit kicking Jimmy all to himself. He might have, but like daughter, like father. For his only prior interaction with Jimmy when aroused, in person, was from the safety of the deck outside, where the prevailing winds drove the ‘musk’, or ‘essence’ Jimmy exuded, away from him. The true draw, or pull of Jimmy, his infection, was still an unknown, though, it would soon become painfully understood.
John Stephen’s, billionaire, is about to return home to lay his wrath upon ‘little’ Jimmy, but the tables will be turned in an instant, as Johnathan Stephens is about to see his world turned upside down. For it would be he, whom would soon grovel at the knees of his ‘new’ hire. Delusional, that he can avoid what his illegal videos have shown again and again. He’s clueless enough not to see it … though he soon would, Jimmy’s judgement come forth right soon, and with it, hellish fury.
That first night with Courtney, as Jimmy left her ravaged, dominated, and abused form asleep on his floor. Secretly spying from above, Sarah, laid down her binoculars, purchased precisely for events like these, and kept in secret within her room. Completely exhausted, her many orgasms dripped between her still trembling thighs. The only sound, her deep breaths, her heart pounding, as she continued to look outside towards the guest house.
She muttered under her breath, fully realizing, and with terrifying understanding that what just transpired, was impossible. Courtney wouldn’t, nor couldn’t be made to submit like that, not to anyone, let alone that little shit. Yet she did, repeatedly, willfully, lovingly … “God help us.” Said Sarah to herself, spine tingling, still awash with emotion, she was right, nothing could stop this ‘little man’ … nothing at all.