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Title of the stream (that only you and 72k viewers will ever see):
“Putting Mixed Babies in My Pretty Boy Tonight – 6½ Hour Raw Breeding Marathon”
0:00 – The Grey-Sweat Arrival
The front door slams so hard the walls shake.
Daddy Clav steps in shirtless, skin still pumped and flushed from a brutal leg day, grey sweats riding dangerously low, no boxers, the thick swinging outline of his freeballing 8.5" BWC bouncing heavy with every furious step. Veins snake down his shredded eight-pack, collarbones razor-sharp under the blood-red LEDs, sweat dripping off his dark hair and running in rivers between his pecs.
He locks the door, pockets the key, and finally speaks, voice low and shaking with barely-contained rage:
“Crawl to me right now, baby. Ten seconds to start explaining why my pussy is leaking three other loads when I wasn’t here.”
0:03 – The Crawl & First Hit of Musk
You drop and crawl across the hardwood. He doesn’t move, just towers over you, sweat dripping off his jaw onto your back.
When you reach him he grabs the thick leather collar he buckled on you last week and yanks your face straight into the soaked waistband.
“Breathe daddy in. Smell what a real man smells like when he’s been squatting 500 knowing his boy was being a greedy little brat.”
The musk hits like pure sex: hot cotton, salty skin, dried pre, that sharp meth-tinged bite that makes your hole clench and leak on instinct. You moan into the fabric.
He chuckles dark. “Yeah, you missed this smell, didn’t you, pretty boy? Those other boys don’t stink like ownership.”
0:08 – Cock Reveal & Worship Rules
He yanks the waistband down just enough. That angry-red, veiny 8.5" BWC slaps up against his abs with a wet smack, slit already crying a fat string of precum.
“Look at it. Look how hard you made daddy driving over here knowing you let them inside what’s mine.”
He fists the base, slaps it heavy across your cheek twice.
“Hands behind your back. You earn this dick tonight. Start with the balls; lick every drop of sweat off and thank daddy for each one.”
You tongue the seam, the crease where thigh meets groin, the heavy weight of his sack while he talks down to you:
“That’s it, good boy… taste how mad I am… every lick is an apology, baby… every swallow is you begging to keep this collar.”
0:18 – Angry Throat Destruction
He finally grabs two fistfuls of hair and feeds himself in slow, so you feel every vein dragging across your tongue.
“Open wider, let me see that throat bulge for the camera. Yeah, just like that… fuck, look at you choking on what you almost lost.”
Then he sets a brutal pace, hips snapping, balls slapping your chin, sweat pouring off his abs straight into your eyes.
Between thrusts he never shuts up:
“You feel how hard I am? That’s pure rage and love mixed, baby. No one else ever made daddy this fucking diamond.”
“Grip it with your throat… swallow around me… good fucking boy.”
“Tell me who this throat belongs to.”
You try around his cock and it comes out garbled. He pulls out, slaps your face wet.
“Try again, louder.”
“Only you, Daddy Clav!”
“That’s right. Keep choking, keep crying, keep reminding me why I’m breeding you pregnant tonight.”
0:45 – First Punishing Breed – Doggy on the Floor
He throws you face-down on the cold hardwood so hard your cheek stings. Grey sweats still bunched around his thighs.
Mounts you in one savage thrust, one hand fisting your hair to arch your back, the other pinning both wrists.
He spits once on your already sloppy hole and slams balls-deep.
You scream. He leans over you, sweaty chest glued to your back, lips at your ear:
“That’s for letting them inside my pussy.”
Another punishing thrust. “That’s for moaning for them.”
Another. “And that’s for thinking you could ever forget who puts babies in this hole.”
Then the pace turns animal. Skin slapping like gunshots.
“Clench it, baby. Milk daddy’s dick. Show me this greedy boypussy still knows who it was made for.”
You squeeze and he actually stutters, voice cracking:
“Fuck… no pussy ever… Jesus Christ, you’re gonna make me nut already… here it comes, take every drop of this anger, baby.”
He buries himself, roars, and pumps the first thick load so deep you feel it flood your second ring.
He grinds through it, whispering:
“Load one of ten tonight. Gonna keep you so full you’ll be pregnant by sunrise.”
1:10 – Immediate Round Two – Standing Full Nelson
Doesn’t pull out. Just stands, scoops you into a full nelson, cock still buried, and starts walking you around the room like his personal trophy.
“Look in the mirror, pretty boy. Look at daddy’s abs flexing while I bounce you on the only dick that gets to breed you.”
Sweat flies off both of you. He’s talking right into your ear:
“Tell me their names.”
You whimper.
“I said tell me their fucking names while I’m ten inches deep.”
You choke them out.
He laughs, dark and possessive. “Wrong. The only name you know right now is Daddy Clav. Say it.”
“DADDY CLAV!”
“Louder, let the 72k people hear who’s putting mixed babies in you tonight.”
“DADDY CLAV IS BREEDING ME!”
1:40 – The Switch: Rage Melts into Worship
He drops to his knees, still inside you, and the tone flips completely.
Spreads your cheeks, watches himself slide slow, voice cracking with awe:
“Baby… look at you. Look how perfect you take daddy. I’m not even mad anymore… I’m fucking addicted.”
He leans over you, kisses between your shoulder blades, licks sweat up your spine.
“You’re my good boy again… my perfect little breeder… gonna give you my mixed babies and never touch another girl again.”
2:00 → 5:30 – The Endless Breeding Marathon
Every position is a vow:
Missionary – legs on his shoulders, eye contact burning
“Open your mouth… catch daddy’s sweat… swallow it… tastes like forever, doesn’t it?”
“Tell me you want my mixed babies while I’m balls-deep.”
“I want your mixed babies, Daddy Clav!”
“Again. Louder. Let the world hear who’s knocking you up.”
Prone-bone – full 205 lbs crushing you, arms locked under you
“Feel my heartbeat on your back? That’s racing because I just decided I’m never fucking another girl. Only this hole. Only you.”
“Clench every time I say you’re gonna be the father of my kids… yeah, just like that… fuck, I’m gonna live inside you.”
Spooning fuck – big-spoon, slow deep grinds, hand rubbing your belly
“Feel how full you are already? That’s six loads of daddy’s potent cum… gonna swell this belly with our mixed babies.”
“Whisper it.”
“I’m gonna carry your babies…”
“Good boy. Again. Forever.”
Reverse cowgirl on the chair – mirror in front of you both
“Look at daddy’s abs while you ride me… see how hard you make them flex? I’m done with women, baby. You broke me. You’re my wife now.”
Against the wall, face-to-face, legs wrapped around his waist
He’s crying sweat, hair plastered, voice raw:
“Kiss me while I breed you… tongue, baby… taste how much I love you… taste the future father of our kids.”
Every single orgasm is announced like a vow:
“Load number nine, baby… feel it throb? That’s daddy making sure you’re pregnant.”
“Load number twelve… fuck, I’m shaking… you’re milking me dry and I still can’t stop.”
5:50 – Final Soul-Branding Mating Press
He folds you in half against the headboard, ankles by your ears, full body weight pinning you.
Stares into your soul while sweat drips off his eyelashes onto your lips.
“This is the one that takes, baby. The one that gives us our first mixed baby.”
Slow, deep, grinding strokes. Whispering against your mouth:
“I love how tight you get when I say it… I love you. I’m getting you pregnant tonight. I’m marrying you. I’m never touching another girl. You’re my forever.”
He cums with a broken sob, hips jerking uncontrollably, cock pulsing so hard it feels like a heartbeat inside you, pumping rope after rope after rope until your belly visibly swells on stream.
Stays buried, kissing you slow and deep until you’re both trembling.
6:20 – Aftercare & Eternal Vow
Carries you to the shower, washes you like you’re made of glass, kissing every mark.
Dresses you in the same grey sweats he walked in wearing, rolls the waistband so they fit, whispers:
“These are yours now. Smell like daddy and our future babies.”
Back in bed, spoons you so tight there’s no space, one hand already resting protectively over your belly.
Lips at your ear until the stream ends:
“You’re pregnant with our mixed babies now, pretty boy. Sleep inside my arms where you belong. I love you more than air. Goodnight, my perfect husband.”
Stream fades to black at 78k viewers with the final overlay:
“Daddy Clav’s breeder ♡ Pregnant & owned forever”
“Putting Mixed Babies in My Pretty Boy Tonight – 6½ Hour Raw Breeding Marathon”
0:00 – The Grey-Sweat Arrival
The front door slams so hard the walls shake.
Daddy Clav steps in shirtless, skin still pumped and flushed from a brutal leg day, grey sweats riding dangerously low, no boxers, the thick swinging outline of his freeballing 8.5" BWC bouncing heavy with every furious step. Veins snake down his shredded eight-pack, collarbones razor-sharp under the blood-red LEDs, sweat dripping off his dark hair and running in rivers between his pecs.
He locks the door, pockets the key, and finally speaks, voice low and shaking with barely-contained rage:
“Crawl to me right now, baby. Ten seconds to start explaining why my pussy is leaking three other loads when I wasn’t here.”
0:03 – The Crawl & First Hit of Musk
You drop and crawl across the hardwood. He doesn’t move, just towers over you, sweat dripping off his jaw onto your back.
When you reach him he grabs the thick leather collar he buckled on you last week and yanks your face straight into the soaked waistband.
“Breathe daddy in. Smell what a real man smells like when he’s been squatting 500 knowing his boy was being a greedy little brat.”
The musk hits like pure sex: hot cotton, salty skin, dried pre, that sharp meth-tinged bite that makes your hole clench and leak on instinct. You moan into the fabric.
He chuckles dark. “Yeah, you missed this smell, didn’t you, pretty boy? Those other boys don’t stink like ownership.”
0:08 – Cock Reveal & Worship Rules
He yanks the waistband down just enough. That angry-red, veiny 8.5" BWC slaps up against his abs with a wet smack, slit already crying a fat string of precum.
“Look at it. Look how hard you made daddy driving over here knowing you let them inside what’s mine.”
He fists the base, slaps it heavy across your cheek twice.
“Hands behind your back. You earn this dick tonight. Start with the balls; lick every drop of sweat off and thank daddy for each one.”
You tongue the seam, the crease where thigh meets groin, the heavy weight of his sack while he talks down to you:
“That’s it, good boy… taste how mad I am… every lick is an apology, baby… every swallow is you begging to keep this collar.”
0:18 – Angry Throat Destruction
He finally grabs two fistfuls of hair and feeds himself in slow, so you feel every vein dragging across your tongue.
“Open wider, let me see that throat bulge for the camera. Yeah, just like that… fuck, look at you choking on what you almost lost.”
Then he sets a brutal pace, hips snapping, balls slapping your chin, sweat pouring off his abs straight into your eyes.
Between thrusts he never shuts up:
“You feel how hard I am? That’s pure rage and love mixed, baby. No one else ever made daddy this fucking diamond.”
“Grip it with your throat… swallow around me… good fucking boy.”
“Tell me who this throat belongs to.”
You try around his cock and it comes out garbled. He pulls out, slaps your face wet.
“Try again, louder.”
“Only you, Daddy Clav!”
“That’s right. Keep choking, keep crying, keep reminding me why I’m breeding you pregnant tonight.”
0:45 – First Punishing Breed – Doggy on the Floor
He throws you face-down on the cold hardwood so hard your cheek stings. Grey sweats still bunched around his thighs.
Mounts you in one savage thrust, one hand fisting your hair to arch your back, the other pinning both wrists.
He spits once on your already sloppy hole and slams balls-deep.
You scream. He leans over you, sweaty chest glued to your back, lips at your ear:
“That’s for letting them inside my pussy.”
Another punishing thrust. “That’s for moaning for them.”
Another. “And that’s for thinking you could ever forget who puts babies in this hole.”
Then the pace turns animal. Skin slapping like gunshots.
“Clench it, baby. Milk daddy’s dick. Show me this greedy boypussy still knows who it was made for.”
You squeeze and he actually stutters, voice cracking:
“Fuck… no pussy ever… Jesus Christ, you’re gonna make me nut already… here it comes, take every drop of this anger, baby.”
He buries himself, roars, and pumps the first thick load so deep you feel it flood your second ring.
He grinds through it, whispering:
“Load one of ten tonight. Gonna keep you so full you’ll be pregnant by sunrise.”
1:10 – Immediate Round Two – Standing Full Nelson
Doesn’t pull out. Just stands, scoops you into a full nelson, cock still buried, and starts walking you around the room like his personal trophy.
“Look in the mirror, pretty boy. Look at daddy’s abs flexing while I bounce you on the only dick that gets to breed you.”
Sweat flies off both of you. He’s talking right into your ear:
“Tell me their names.”
You whimper.
“I said tell me their fucking names while I’m ten inches deep.”
You choke them out.
He laughs, dark and possessive. “Wrong. The only name you know right now is Daddy Clav. Say it.”
“DADDY CLAV!”
“Louder, let the 72k people hear who’s putting mixed babies in you tonight.”
“DADDY CLAV IS BREEDING ME!”
1:40 – The Switch: Rage Melts into Worship
He drops to his knees, still inside you, and the tone flips completely.
Spreads your cheeks, watches himself slide slow, voice cracking with awe:
“Baby… look at you. Look how perfect you take daddy. I’m not even mad anymore… I’m fucking addicted.”
He leans over you, kisses between your shoulder blades, licks sweat up your spine.
“You’re my good boy again… my perfect little breeder… gonna give you my mixed babies and never touch another girl again.”
2:00 → 5:30 – The Endless Breeding Marathon
Every position is a vow:
Missionary – legs on his shoulders, eye contact burning
“Open your mouth… catch daddy’s sweat… swallow it… tastes like forever, doesn’t it?”
“Tell me you want my mixed babies while I’m balls-deep.”
“I want your mixed babies, Daddy Clav!”
“Again. Louder. Let the world hear who’s knocking you up.”
Prone-bone – full 205 lbs crushing you, arms locked under you
“Feel my heartbeat on your back? That’s racing because I just decided I’m never fucking another girl. Only this hole. Only you.”
“Clench every time I say you’re gonna be the father of my kids… yeah, just like that… fuck, I’m gonna live inside you.”
Spooning fuck – big-spoon, slow deep grinds, hand rubbing your belly
“Feel how full you are already? That’s six loads of daddy’s potent cum… gonna swell this belly with our mixed babies.”
“Whisper it.”
“I’m gonna carry your babies…”
“Good boy. Again. Forever.”
Reverse cowgirl on the chair – mirror in front of you both
“Look at daddy’s abs while you ride me… see how hard you make them flex? I’m done with women, baby. You broke me. You’re my wife now.”
Against the wall, face-to-face, legs wrapped around his waist
He’s crying sweat, hair plastered, voice raw:
“Kiss me while I breed you… tongue, baby… taste how much I love you… taste the future father of our kids.”
Every single orgasm is announced like a vow:
“Load number nine, baby… feel it throb? That’s daddy making sure you’re pregnant.”
“Load number twelve… fuck, I’m shaking… you’re milking me dry and I still can’t stop.”
5:50 – Final Soul-Branding Mating Press
He folds you in half against the headboard, ankles by your ears, full body weight pinning you.
Stares into your soul while sweat drips off his eyelashes onto your lips.
“This is the one that takes, baby. The one that gives us our first mixed baby.”
Slow, deep, grinding strokes. Whispering against your mouth:
“I love how tight you get when I say it… I love you. I’m getting you pregnant tonight. I’m marrying you. I’m never touching another girl. You’re my forever.”
He cums with a broken sob, hips jerking uncontrollably, cock pulsing so hard it feels like a heartbeat inside you, pumping rope after rope after rope until your belly visibly swells on stream.
Stays buried, kissing you slow and deep until you’re both trembling.
6:20 – Aftercare & Eternal Vow
Carries you to the shower, washes you like you’re made of glass, kissing every mark.
Dresses you in the same grey sweats he walked in wearing, rolls the waistband so they fit, whispers:
“These are yours now. Smell like daddy and our future babies.”
Back in bed, spoons you so tight there’s no space, one hand already resting protectively over your belly.
Lips at your ear until the stream ends:
“You’re pregnant with our mixed babies now, pretty boy. Sleep inside my arms where you belong. I love you more than air. Goodnight, my perfect husband.”
Stream fades to black at 78k viewers with the final overlay:
“Daddy Clav’s breeder ♡ Pregnant & owned forever”
