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"You sure this is the place?" Cocking an eyebrow, Jackson stared out the window, running a hand down his stomach and smoothing the soft, worn cotton. His chest wanted to spill out of the tank top, but he supposed that was the point. 'Sloppy dad,' was the aesthetic he needed to present, and an old tank top, combined with stained grey sweat pants and a pair of tidy whities, fit the bill. You'd be surprised how nuts barely legal boys went for a gorilla daddy.

"Yup. It sounded like a drunken college kid on the phone. Booked you for their buddy's eighteenth birthday." Flicking a cigarette and stomping it with his hoof, Bastion cracked his neck. The bison worked security for Jackson's gigs, though the gorilla could handle himself. Sometimes it was nice to have a wall of beef to settle disagreements.

"Same song and dance? You sit in the kitchen and collect our payment while I do my thing?" Grinning at the shaggy bison, he teased the man's massive bulge as they walked toward the beige suburban home. "Or are you going to hand out freebies again?"

"Hey, not my fault the kid dropped to his knees and started suckin'. I'm not the professional whore here. I do what I want." Slapping Jackson's ass, the bison returned Jackson's affection. "Besides, can't stay soft with all that wet slappin' in the next room."

"Dude, fuck yeah!" Swinging the door open, a human with a colorful party hat and a beer clutched in his hand welcomed them into the house, leading them through a confetti-strewn house until they stood at the entrance to the living room. "Listen, dude. Everyone else went home, but I had to give my bro a night to remember." Cocking his head, he took a swig, belching and continuing with a slight slur. "I told him I was getting him a cheap chick to fuck, but I've seen how he looked at my dad when we were kids. The guy's gay as fuck and doesn't know it. Thought it was about time we gave him a little push."

"One kick in the ass to bust him out of the closet, coming right up. I'll get to work. Pay my bodyguard here, and we won't have any problems." Unperturbed by the situation, Jackson stepped through the doorway, leaving Bastion to negotiate his price.

A blindfolded boy with shoulder-length blonde hair sat on the couch, nervously wringing his hands. Hearing Jackson's shoes rustling through confetti, he turned his head, stammering out a greeting. "H-Hello, Miss. I hope this isn't too much of a bother." A blush colored the human's face, and a youthful tent throbbed in his shorts, begging to escape.

Miss, huh? Was the boy pretending Jackson was a woman to maintain a straight image or did his friend not tell him that Jackson was a man? Either way, this would be fun. Straight boys were always challenging, but they melted like chocolate in the sun under a talented top. All denial and protests until Jackson was balls deep inside them, pounding their prostate into dust.

Without a word, Jackson slipped between the boy's thighs, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his basketball shorts and tugging them down to his knees. Eagerly bouncing and hard as a rock, an average cock, without a speck of hair on its shaft or the smooth balls below it, greeted the gorilla's eager maw. Slotting the twitching tip between his lips, he mouthed at it, massaging the virgin shaft with his pillowy lips and staring up at the boy's face.

"Oh. Oh god. You don't waste any time. I-I bet you're so pretty, and you've got such big boobs." Strangely, the boy's cock retreated from his touch as he spoke, softening with every lick until a few inches of limpness rested on Jackson's tongue. No doubt a product of his mental image turning the boy off. "Shit. N-Not again. I'm sorry. I want to, but I'm not sure what's wrong?"

"Why don't you take off the blindfold, then." Teasing the boy with a growling, dominant tone, Jackson tugged the blonde's shorts off and pressed the cleft of his pecs against the confused twitch of the boy's cock. "I promise I've got some nice tits, but I'm not sure if I'd call myself pretty."

"W-What?!" Tearing the cloth from his eyes, the barely legal boy blushed brightly, his dick resurging as he finally got a look at his birthday present. "I-What- I'm not." He tried to protest, his hands pushing against Jackson's shoulders even as his hips thrust against the wobbling embrace of the chubby gorilla's cleavage. Panic surged through him, his breath coming in heavy pants and his body twisting against Jackson's grip.

"Not gay? Not a fag? Not enjoying the soft gorilla tits wrapped around your cock?" Pressing his chubby chest against the boy's crotch, Jackson pinned him, rolling his tongue against the peeking tip of the human's cock. "I think we both know that's a lie, so how about you let daddy rock your fuckin' world?" Pressing a gentle kiss to the human's cock, the gorilla slurped the first few inches past his lips, bouncing his chest along the steel-hard shaft and drooling down its length.

"I- Oh god. I don't-" The human's struggles faded into weak thrusts into Jackson's mouth, his balls slapping against the underside of the gorilla's chest. Hiding his face behind a hand, he weakly stammered. "D-Daddy?" With that final word seeming to push him over the edge, he filled Jackson's mouth with a sticky load of submission, sweet and thick.

Gulping the human's cum with a knowing smirk, the gorilla released his hold on the human's cock, licking his lips free of a creamy sheen of seed. Hunching over the human until their faces were inches from each other and his heavy chest pressed against the boy's twinkish, flat torso, he dominated with his size, his bulging cock tenting his sweat pants. "That's right, baby boy. Daddy's all yours. Let go of all those excuses and protests, and I'll give you a night you'll never forget."

"I-I can't- You're- I'm not." Stumbling over his words, despite his roaming fingers already burying themselves in Jackson's muscle tits and his gaze fixated on Jackson's fat cock, the boy bit his lower lip. With each groping squeeze, he seemed more malleable, almost drunk, and eventually, his green eyes roamed to Jackson's lips.

"Straight boys don't get this hard for me." Teasing the boy with a slow lick along his neck, Jackson leaned into him, his squishy assets completely enveloping the twink's body and his cock mashing lewdly against the boy's eager shaft. Demanding lips stole the overwhelmed human's breath, his tongue slipping past token resistance until it filled the boy's mouth like a drool-coated slug. "Why don't you tell daddy your name, cutie?"

"C-CJ." Submissive and nearly folded in half by Jackson's heavy press, CJ brought his arms to Jackson's shoulders, his clean-shaven face coated in a thick layer of shimmering gorilla drool. The telltale glaze of lust settled into his eyes, and it was clear he'd do anything he was asked at his point, his legs spread to show off a virginal, sweet little pucker.

"What a pretty name for a pretty boy." Guiding CJ's shirt up and off and leaving him bare except for a pair of socks, the gorilla tweaked puffy, feminine nipples, delighting in the soft moans he wrung from the sensitive twink's body. "You're going to be a good little slut for daddy, aren't you? You see, daddy's so fucking hard, and these big balls are just aching to cream your hole."

"Y-Yes, daddy. Please don't stop." With familiar greed that Jackson recognized from most of his clients, CJ pawed at the gorilla's sweats, hooking them and bringing his bitchwrecker flopping wetly from its stained cloth prison as he tugged them down. Deliciously mismatched, the boy's winking hole pressed against the gorilla's heavy shaft, promising an extremely tight fit.

"Good answer." Taking hold of the boy's hips and pressing forward until his ass was upturned and quivering, Jackson gathered a mouthful of drool and spat, smearing the virgin hole with one of his thick fingers. "First, though, let's loosen you up. Daddy doesn't want to break you- yet."

Eager as CJ was, his hole still resisted the slow press of Jackson's finger, clenching valiantly to keep him out. Slow circles softened its steely grip, pressing further in with every prod until his finger popped in with a wet slurp. Its length sheathed in seconds once it worked its way past the tight fit, curling to seek CJ's prostate while the gorilla's cock drooled against one hairless buttcheek.

Overwhelmed and squirming, his cock drooling a thin trail of approval, the human panted like he ran a marathon. "Too big. I can't-" He whimpered, his softening hole clamping rhythmically as if desperate for more. Thin spurts of cum painted his chest as he yo-yo'd from pushing down on the gorilla's delving finger and trying to escape his grip, his face twisting with pleasure and pain.

Adding two more fingers, the gorilla brutally fucked the human open, cutting off his moans with another tongue-heavy kiss that turned the boy's whimpers into wet, sloppy gurgles. "That's it." He growled between tonguefucking kisses, one paw pinning the squirming twink against the couch. "Show daddy how much of a mewling whore you are. You're going to take every goddamn inch."

Another copious wad of gorilla drool spat into the boy's fingerfucked hole, slathering his inner walls in sloppy excess. Despite its pretty pink gape, Jackson's shaft still dwarfed the sloppy hole, but he knew from experience that even the tightest ass would stretch for him. Relishing the pouting rim, he applied slow pressure, guiding his cock into the human's virginal hole, prodding in and out to work his head through the tight clench.

"H-How does it fit?" Staring down at the solid eight inches of beercan thick cock waiting to shove into him, the human clenched fearfully, his cock growing soft with every painful stretch. Still, there was a slutty hunger in his expression, as if he wondered how it would feel balls deep. "I-It feels like I'm going to split in half."

Surging forward with a cocky smirk, the gorilla sheathed himself to the hilt, stretching CJ's stomach in a lewd bulge. "Oh, don't you worry about that. It's going to split you in half, but you'll love every goddamn second." Without waiting for the boy to acclimate, the gorilla thrust greedily, his balls slapping against the pink, upturned rump as his shaft broke through the inexperienced whore's inner defenses, ruining his hole further with every heavy push.

"Daddy!" Chanting the word as a man possessed, CJ bounced under the gorilla's brutal thrusts, his legs settling around Jackson's rutting hips. Gooey sounds filled the air as the gorilla's stomach squished the human's poor cock, smearing submissive squirts that the poor boy's prostate seemed determined to supply in excess despite his cock's tiny, soft appearance.

Well-trained in holding back his orgasm, Jackson reveled in the boy's hole, savaging him with drooling lips and a delving tongue that drew wet gags from CJ's throat. Struggles grew weaker along with the boy's desperate clenches until CJ went limp, taking every thrust with incoherent whimpers. Only once his hole relaxed, unable to clench and thoroughly broken, did Jackson ram himself home, swelling the boy's stomach with his load and claiming his ruined ass.

"Don't pass out on me now, baby boy." Biting the blissed-out human's exposed neck softly, Jackson withdrew his hips until the boy's sloppy hole gaped, reddened, and stretched far beyond its limits. "You've got a mess to clean up." He cooed, dragging the panting human forward until his face was confronted with the heavy twitch of sloppy gorilla cock, still dripping and coated in a glimmering layer of cum.

Without a second's thought, a cute little pink tongue slipped out of CJ's mouth to worship Jackson's piss-slit, dragging over the swollen tip's exposed head and dipping into his foreskin. Undaunted by the gorilla's shaft so recently plowing his hole, he worshipped every inch, cleaning drops of seed as if they were water, and he was a thirsty desert traveler.

Lifting a leg to straddle the cum-drunk human, Jackson exposed the entirety of his shaft to the human's lapping tongue, smearing cum, sweat, and pre over his drool-drenched lips and marking him as the whore he was. "Relax, baby boy. Daddy'll stick around until you get your money's worth. Now, how about we paint that pretty face white?"

Hours later, Jackson whistled tunelessly, stuffing himself back into his sweatpants and patting the unconscious, hopelessly cum-slicked human's cheek. Sloppy drooling leftovers slicked the inside of his underwear as he left the room, adding to a growing wet spot in the front of his sweatpants.

"Yo, Bastion. All finished up here." Peeking into the kitchen and scratching his stomach idly, he turned his gaze to the other human, passed out surrounded by empty beer cans. "You didn't drink with him, did you? I hate driving at night." Leaning over the ox, he yawned, resting his chest on Bastion's head.

"Nah, just had a smoke, shot the shit for a while. Listened to you working that kid over." Flicking one of the gorilla's nipples, Bastion smirked, standing with a stretch. "You love ruining them for other dudes, don't you, 'daddy'" Putting out his cigarette, he patted Jackson on the back.

"Hey, I can't help it. Clients always pay extra for the whole 'Dommy Daddy' schtick." Shrugging, the gorilla followed Bastion's lead out the door, shivering as the night's chill found his drool, cum, and sweat-drenched fur. "Besides, I didn't hear you complaining last Saturday when I sat on your face."

Taking a moment to lean against a nearby bush and free his cock, a flood of golden piss watering the plant, Jackson pulled his pants down to his knees. "Fuck, man. Been holding this shit in for what feels like days. Too bad the kid wasn't into marking. Slut wanted to eat my ass for like 2 hours instead."

"Oh yeah? So you're all lubed up?" His voice full of husky, teasing desire, the ox pressed up against Jackson's back, freeing his dick and thrusting playfully between chubby cheeks until his flared cockhead found Jackson's slick donut. "How much for a quickie, 'daddy?'" With years of friendship to guide his hands, he rubbed the gorilla's belly just the right way to send a thrill through the dominant man's body and arch his back.

"You little shit." Grinning, Jackson planted his feet, spreading his legs for the first hard thrust into his wobbling ass. "Finish quick. I want to go home and shower before the weekend rush." Letting out a pleased sigh at the ox's jackhammering thrusts, clinging to the bush as his cock continued its drain in spurts and dribbles. It was interesting how often his business's motto came into play. "Daddy's all yours," indeed.