**Title: Stuffed for Daddy**

I never thought I’d be the kind of guy who got off on calling someone *Daddy*, but here I was, spread out on his bed, legs shaking as he loomed over me with that smirk. “You gonna take it all like a good boy?” he rumbled, his rough fingers dragging down my bare chest. My cock twitched just from the sound of his voice, already leaking pre-cum onto my stomach.

“Y-yeah, Daddy,” I managed, my voice embarrassingly high. I was naked except for the tight black jockstrap he’d made me wear, my ass on full display while he stood over me in just his boxers. His cock was a fucking monster, thick and heavy even soft, and I knew from experience how much it would stretch me open.

He tugged his boxers down, letting his cock spring free, already half-hard just from looking at me. “Gonna fill you up so much your little belly bulges,” he growled, one hand wrapping around his shaft to give it a slow stroke. “Gonna pump you full until you can’t walk without feeling it.”

I whimpered, my own dick aching between my legs. The thought of him stuffing me until my stomach swelled—fuck, I was obsessed with it.

Daddy didn’t waste time. He grabbed my thighs and dragged me to the edge of the bed, spreading me wide. His thumb pressed against my hole, already slick with lube, and I gasped when he pushed in without warning. “Fuck, Daddy—!”

“Shh, baby, just relax,” he murmured, but his fingers weren’t gentle. He worked me open fast, two thick digits curling inside me, scissoring me wide. I arched, clutching the sheets as pleasure zipped up my spine. “Look at you, already so greedy for it.”

When he pulled his fingers out, I whined, empty and needy. But then I felt the fat head of his cock nudging against me, and my whole body tensed in anticipation.

“Breathe,” he ordered, and then he was pushing in.

I cried out as his cock stretched me open, the burn making my eyes water. He didn’t stop until his hips were flush against my ass, my hole clamped tight around his girth. “Fuck, baby, so fucking tight,” he groaned, grinding deep just to hear me whimper.

Then he started moving.

His thrusts were slow at first, each one shoving his cock deeper, making my body jolt. I could feel every inch of him, the way my insides had to stretch to take him. My dick was a leaking mess, bouncing against my stomach from the force of his hips slamming into me.

“Look at you,” he panted, gripping my waist hard enough to bruise. “Already taking me so good. Gonna make you feel it, baby.”

His pace picked up, his cock pistoning into me, the wet slap of skin filling the room. My moans turned into desperate, broken noises as he hammered my prostate, pleasure coiling tight in my gut. “Daddy—fuck, I’m gonna—!”

“Not yet,” he growled, slapping my thigh. “You don’t come until I’ve filled you up.”

I sobbed, my cock twitching but denied. He fucked me harder, his balls slapping against my ass, his grip bruising. I could *feel* him everywhere, his cock shoving so deep it felt like he was rearranging my insides.

Then his thrusts turned erratic, his breathing ragged. “Gonna cum,” he warned, and I braced myself.

With a groan, he bottomed out inside me, his cock pulsing as hot ropes of cum flooded my ass. I gasped at the sensation, the thick warmth spreading inside me. He didn’t pull out, just kept pumping his load into me, making sure every drop stayed locked inside.

When he finally pulled back, his cock slid out with a wet sound, and I clenched around nothing, feeling so empty without him. But then I looked down—and holy fuck, my stomach *was* bulging. Just a little, a soft swell right above my pelvis where his cum was sitting heavy inside me.

“Fuck,” I breathed, running a shaky hand over it.

Daddy smirked, palming his still-hard cock. “Told you I’d fill you up.” He leaned in, biting my ear. “And I’m not done yet.”

I barely had time to process that before he was flipping me onto my stomach, dragging my hips up. His cock pressed against my overstuffed hole, and I realized with a shudder—he was going to fuck *more* into me.

I buried my face in the sheets as he pushed back in, my stretched hole struggling to take him again. “Daddy—it’s too much—!”

“You can take it,” he growled, sinking in to the hilt. “Gonna make sure everyone *sees* how well I bred you.”

His hips snapped forward, and I screamed into the mattress as he started fucking another load into me—my belly swelling even more under his hands.