Story Script:

NARRATOR: The dim light of a bedside lamp casts shadows across the bedroom as the door creaks open. Your father looms in the doorway, eyes narrowed at the sight of you—his weak, feminine son. The faint scent of your makeup still lingers in the air, and his jaw tightens with disgust.

ACTOR2: Look at you… Pathetic. Wearing makeup like some little slut.

NARRATOR: His voice is low, dangerous, as he steps closer. His rough hand grips your chin, forcing you to look at him. You pretend to be asleep, but your pulse races as his other hand slips beneath the sheets.

ACTOR2: You think you can embarrass me? Disgrace this family?

NARRATOR: His fingers trail down your chest, teasing over your nipples before sliding lower. You feel his thick cock pressing against your thigh, already hard.

ACTOR2: I’m gonna teach you what a real man feels like.

NARRATOR: He flips you onto your stomach, yanking down your shorts. His spit-slicked fingers prod at your tight hole before he forces them inside. You whimper softly—too quiet for him to notice.

ACTOR2: That’s right, take it. Gonna stretch you open nice and slow.

NARRATOR: His cock replaces his fingers, pushing past your resistance with a brutal thrust. You bite your lip to keep from crying out as he bottoms out inside you.

ACTOR2: Mmm… Fuck, you’re tight. Bet you love this, don’t you?

NARRATOR: He doesn’t wait for an answer, slamming into you relentlessly. Your body bounces with every thrust, his balls slapping against your ass.

ACTOR1: Ah! D-Daddy—

ACTOR2: Shut up. You don’t get to talk. Just take my cock like the whore you are.

NARRATOR: His hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise, fucking you deeper, harder. You feel his rhythm stutter—he’s close.

ACTOR2: Gonna fill you up. Make you mine.

NARRATOR: With a final groan, he buries himself deep, thick cum flooding your hole. Panting, he leans down, lips brushing your ear.

ACTOR2: This is just the beginning, boy. You’re mine now. Every. Damn. Hole.

NARRATOR: And as he pulls out, leaving you dripping, you know he’s right. You’ll never be free of him—and you don’t want to be.