Perv Sugar Daddy for Muscle Boys
On the Hunt for Muscle Boys to Sponsor. I Got the Green, the Roids. The Chems to Speed You Up or Calm You Down Baby. Whatever You Want. I Just Want Use of Your Muscle Boy Hole to Play With. Fisting? Got it in the Pre-Nups.
- 'Daddy! Daddy! Daddy'
- 'What? What? What's all this racket?'
- 'My bum hole's sore!'
- 'And a good thing too! What with the wear I put on it last night. Your hole is a damn near wreck by the sights of it now. Now then. What do you say? What do you say to Daddy?'
- 'Thank you. Thank you Daddy.'
- 'You're welcome son.'
Muscle Boys who get pissed off when I tell them to show off their holes to fellow Daddies. It could be a stranger. A stranger I stop on the street. Daddies never refuse the sight of a Muscle Boy's asshole. If he only has the time to follow me and my Muscle Boy around a corner and behind a dumpster, he'll get on his knees to see a Muscle Boy dropping his trousers and bending over to show off his Muscle Boy Hole. Spreading his cheeks to display the damage I've done between his legs. 'Call me', he'll say, handing me his business card. 'Call me if there's anything I can do to lend a hand. Or better yet. Contact me when your Muscle Boy's Hole has progressed to Complete and Total Blow Out Status. Good work.'