When i get home and see u haven't put away ur laundry, i know there's only one option im left with. Slamming the door behind me, i grab ur collar and introduce u to the floor. Maybe it didn't notice the unfolded band shirts piled up. so pressing its face in, i pull its arms tight behind it's back and secure the wrists in my powerful hand. Free to release the collar, i grab a fistful of ur buttcheeks and lift ur hips up, making sure all of ur tiny boy body weight is on ur face.
"If it can't keep it's clothes tidy, maybe it doesnt deserve to wear any!" I snarl, pulling down its unders and pj's just far enough to reveal its quivering boycunt. "If u want to live like an animal I'll treat u like an animal". As u stare off into matt sharp's disappointed eyes and try to ignore whats happening, u hear the unmistakable zip of breeding time. Daddys plump faggot stabber needs to bust in ur guts. Give up and let it happen, it's too swollen and sensitive to last long. "You get me so mad sometimes little pup" my voice softening, attempting to justify what filthy thing im about to pump into ur hole. "This is the only way i can calm back down. You want me to be calm, don't you?"