Sluttboy takes all Stepdaddy’s Tina Pee

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The sun had just begun to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, as Slutty Spunkton streaked across the backyard. The 20-year-old’s diapered butt jiggled with each bound, the watermelon-sized load already soiling his sagging adult nappy. A triumphant grin stretched across his face as he clutched the dripping container of Tina’s processed urine.

A mischievous twinkle in his eye betrayed the devious plan brewing in Slutty’s mind. For weeks, he had been puesdo-accidentally careening into his stepfather, Thor fantasizing the old man would complete the petty boy’s comprehensive climax. So when Thor had stumbled out of the bathroom, his zipper undone and a waft of TP lingering from his backside, Slutty couldn’t contain his cunning any longer.

“Thor, your package!” Spunkton exclaimed, pretending to panic. His hands busied with the shaky bottle, encouraging a spray of the tainted piss to splatter across Thor. “catch it!”

“Catch? Wh-what?” Stolz sputtered. But he was already moving, hands outstretched. The cool yellow liquid slapped his upturned face. Rivulets trickled down his neck, drowning the collar of his shirt.

Unable to stop his momentum, Thor blundered forward. With a loud squelch, his face landed in the wet patch of Spunkton’s diaper. His nose wrinkled as the full extent of the soiled garment assaulted his senses.

“S-sorry Senator!” Slutty chuckled, placing a hand on his stepfather’s head. He grinned lecherously at his phone’s camera. “I just love these… accidents. And since it’s your diaper, Thor, it’s only right that you wear it. You wouldn’t want to be the first to discard a perfectly good diaper, wouldja?”

A dark flush crept up Thor’s cheeks. His lips tightened in a grimace, but he held his tongue. Gently, he turned his head to meet Spunkton’s eyes. The young slut smiled coyly, slowly sinking to his knees as his gaze drops to Thor’s crotch.

With an exaggerated noise, Slutty began yanking at the old man’s belt. He undid button then zipper then finally fished out his daddy’s package. hang it low and wriggle it all around! The blushing flesh was semi-responsive at best, but hard or not, Slutty didn’t care. It was something to pistol-whip Thor with in the real war… Watch out world, here I come! Megaman forever!

And so, a red-faced Thor swallowed any pride and simply allowed himself to be violated. His prick meandered around as he tried to avoid eye contact, to resist the urge to shut himself off. It was a scene straight out of the Senate floor, with the boys running rampant beneath his desk. A grimace. A wince. A shrug and shove of his crotch into the young boy’s face He hissed and shut his eyes, wishing he could block out the click of the camera.

A few tugs and Safari-swipes later, Spunkton sat back triumphantly with a freshly-changed nappy. “There we go! smells good as new.” he examines one corner of the diaper for a moment, then shrugs and shoves it into his stepfather’s open mouth. Chuckle. “I wish I had a photo of this one.” Shove the camera in Thor’s face. Close-up of Dollar Spurton, Wet Teeth & Sipping a Bottle of piss.

As Thor sat back with a sigh, he marveled at how proud Spunkton was of himself. He didn’t think about the future consequences of this act, or even if they would be alone for it. All he wanted was a moment of peace, and staring at the tainted piss bottle gave him that.

It made him feel like being a senator was worth something, like he could actually achieve something meaningful in life. He tried to ignore all the negative thoughts that popped into his head, telling himself that this was just temporary and he would see his real father soon.

And then, with a quick glance at his phone, he caught a glimpse of himself. His face was streaked with dirt and sweat, his shirt was a mess of piss and cum stains. He took a moment to admire himself, feeling proud of what he looked like. He felt like he was finally stepping into his own skin, like he had found his true self in all of this depravity.

Slutty Spunkton’s eyes welled with tears as he gazed at himself in the mirror. He imagined his real father begging him to come back home, apologizing for all the horrible things he had done. He imagined being free from this twisted world, free from the constant demands of his stepfather.

But as quickly as those thoughts came, they were replaced by a sense of dread. He knew that his future was uncertain, that he was facing an uphill battle for the rest of his life. He wondered if he would ever be able to find true happiness and freedom, or if he would be forever trapped in this shadowy existence.

With those dark thoughts weighing on him, he took a deep breath and stood up, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. He knew he had to stay strong, for himself and for all the other Slutty Pissboys out there who still needed his help.

He would never forget this moment, or the way it made him feel. It would be a reminder of the strength and resilience that lay within him, a sign that no matter what happened, he could always find his way back to the light.