Boryn Stone
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Confiscated
🕑 Added 2023-10-17 00:45:51 +0000 UTCDad had always been strict and took no bullshit, only ever having a 'man up' attitude. It didn't help growing up with low testosterone. In his eyes I was a man anyway, and I needed to stop being weak. That I needed to learn how to be tough. To him, when the doctor prescribed me shots, it was cheating. He confiscated them immediately, saying I didn't need them.
Dad couldn't have changed more within the next month. From the looks of it, he was taking the shots. His figure quickly grew thick with muscle, filling out the space around him. His shoulders and chest swelled, their size and power visible in anything he wore. His arms doubled in size, his biceps huge balloons that could overpower anyone. It didn't take long until none of his clothes could fit him. He had to switch to suspenders, unable to belt or button his pants, and his shirts permanently displayed the sturdy keg that was his core.
The worst part was the smell. He was constantly sweating, filling the house with humidity. I could feel the heat radiating from him when I was next to him. Something about his body odor changed too. I didn't know what it was, but whenever I was near him I felt my mind start going fuzzy. I could barely think. Everything he said took precedence in my mind, my own head empty besides his orders. I tried staying out of the house to avoid it, especially when he had started looking at me with an expression that could only be described as hunger.
It finally came to head one night. I had stayed out longer than usual, wanting to avoid home as long as possible. I walked in to find him waiting for me, eyes on fire. He exploded, demanding to know where I was, why I was avoiding him after how much he did for me.
I couldn't find the strength to speak. Maybe it was my lack of hormones or the domineering smell of the house, but everything seemed to add to the pressure on me.
He sensed my weakness, immediately approaching and towering over me.
"Just a weak boy eh? Guess it's time I teach you a lesson" He growled.
The next moment he gripped my shoulders, throwing me to the ground. I was powerless to stop him as he tore my clothes away. I was his prey. I felt the power of his muscles holding me to the ground, trapping me, my body to weak to do anything as I felt his cock growing at my rear. I let out a cry of anguish as he plunged into my hole, and then everything made sense.
I couldn't stop a moan from escaping my lips as a wave of ecstasy rolled up my body. His cock felt like a gold bar inside me, radiating throws of pleasure across my entire skin as it moved in and out. I had wanted to push myself out, escape, but now, I didn't want to be anywhere else. I felt my body relaxing, letting him in completely. My cock grew hard immediately, precum shooting out of it from each of his thrusts, my arousal out of my control.
Slowly a new feeling dawned on me. A sense of belonging under him, of complete submission. I started to accept it, my place under a dominant male, with no other purpose than to serve. That's what I was, a lesser man to one with more testosterone. I felt my personality crushed by the weight of his body and authority, my mind slowly slipping away as I became his completely compliant boy.
