"Ngh…" Jiminie whimpered softly when he felt his cunt stretch so sweetly like he had a dick inside his cunt. It was too familiar, and it had him yearning desperately. He didn't even bother waking up, when he felt the cock thrusting slowly into him, taking residence in the warmth of his heat. He should have complained, tried to fight, and tried to object to this, but he couldn't.
Actually, Jiminie didn't want to.
He loved it there, the beautiful feeling of ecstasy and his body giving in.
This was what heaven looked like for him.
"Please," Jiminie cried out softly, even though it came out as a mewl, with his long hair all over the palace and his back arched for more. He was a desperate one, not that he would even deny it. Jiminie could feel thick hands roughly holding his waist, as if to keep him in place, and he loved it. There was something about the hands on his waist, the hands that made him feel wanted and loved. The hands that made him feel like he always belonged and today, were no different. Jiminie knew that too. He loved every bit of it and he STILL wanted more.
He always wanted more anyway.
"Always the slut, aren't you?" he heard his favorite voice say as the other hand groped his full breasts. If he was being horned, Jiminie wasn't sure which part of him was leaking. Perhaps it was the cunt that was too busy milking the long girth that was gently and agonizingly fucking into him like this was the only thing Jiminie deserved.
"Only for you," Jiminie whimpered, his eyes still closed, unsure of what time of day it was. The room he was in was well lit, probably from the chandelier right above him or maybe the windows were opened today. The lighting was always well set, only because Jiminie was so damn beautiful that the owner loved seeing him from every bit of the house. The entire house was covered in glass like it was a museum to showcase the beauty that was Jiminie.
Oh, he was beautiful alright.
His long hair had never been cut since the first time his owner had realized he had a pussy that could be fucked at any time of day. He had full tits that were forever leaking because of the drugs he took too, the drugs that triggered his hormones in every way, that Jiminie was always horny and always leaking. Anyone would think he was a mess, but to his owner, Jiminy was the perfect piece of art.
He belonged in museums, especially with that hourglass figure and the fat ass that always arched for his owner and a cunt that was always wet and ready to take in that thick eight-inch girth. You would think that with the endless times that Jiminie had been stretched, he would be loose and drippy, but he was tight. Perhaps it was because his owner was good at keeping Jiminie's cunt tight or maybe because his owner used him sparingly yet all the time. It was a hard call, but the only hard thing that Jiminie always looked forward to, was the first that was about to poke holes into his uterine walls again.
There had been risks of him conceiving easily with the lactation drugs he was on, but then his owner had tied Jiminie's ovaries, so that Jiminie wouldn't carry babies. It wasn't a far dream, but it was something Jiminie had never once mentioned and his owner, reduced to being the reason Jiminie had to be forced onto something. He wanted his Jiminie free, however free the beautiful man could be right within this glass mansion. He was perfect at best.
"Turn around, I want a taste, slut," his owner demanded and Jiminie, still with his eyes closed, turned to his side, something that got his owner releasing his thick girth from Jiminie's heat. Jiminie whined at the loss and his owner simply chuckled before he thrust long and hard into Jiminie's sloppy cunt, making the pretty boy whine slowly.
"You look so beautiful like this," Jiminie's owner said as he thrust harder and fit into Jiminie, only stopping when he knew Jiminie was about to cum. It was cruel of the owner to do that, and no matter how many times he had done this, Jiminie was still frustrated. He was always on the brink of pleasure when his owner would pause so hard and it broke Jiminie's heart. Jiminie felt his years pooling in his eyes when the owner pulled out again. It was torture for him.
"Please," Jiminie begged and his owner just chuckled knowingly.
"I still have to work sweetheart. Daddy's gotta get you the best of the best and I can't do that if I'm distracted, hmm?" Jiminie's owner said with a laugh as he got off the bed and into the bathroom, where he made sure to lock the door so proudly that Jiminie would hear. He knew what he was doing and it was the best of all worlds, at least for him.
"Please," Jiminie cried out, as he opened his eyes only to be met with darkness. He could feel a piece of cloth on his face, and slowly his reality dawned on him a little too harshly. Jiminie tried to reach his eyes and pull the fold off his yes, but he failed at that too. He was chained to the bed, spread apart like the most beautiful creature that he was.
"Daddy…" Jiminie pleaded as he realized that he hadn't been untied since their last intimate moment.
His owner had tied him up because Jiminie had wanted him to, in every way. Jiminie had practically begged to be tied to the bed and chained to the posts so that his ass was hanging in the air and his body was on full display. Jiminie loved himself, but nothing gave him more pleasure than knowing that his Daddy loved his body. He had been fucked and bred in ways that sent him drifting between consciousness and subconsciousness. He had made darkness his best friend, when he had begged his Daddy to keep him like that.
But right now, Jiminie felt like he wanted more. His cunt was pulsing with desire and the vibrator his Daddy had left so close to his ass was driving him insane, not to mention the one close to his nipples, that was stimulating him so much that he couldn't breathe. He couldn't move, he couldn't give himself the pleasure and he couldn't even get out of these holds.
Oh, he wished he could do something to make his Daddy change his mind, but Jiminie knew it was pointless.
So, he arched his body, hoping to reach the vibrator, a sign that he would be able to get the pleasure he is yearning for. But then each time his body turned; the object of his desire seemed to drift further away. He wanted to be touched and fucked, but Daddy had other plans. When Jiminie heard the shower running, he cursed out loudly, while his Daddy just laughed in the shower.
"You're so, so beautiful my pretty Jiminie."