The Mormon Boy, his young body still unmarked by the world outside, stands trembling in the cold, sterile room. The Daddy, a towering figure with a massive, uncut cock, circles him like a predator. "You've been a good boy, haven't you?" he asks, his voice a low growl. The boy nods, his eyes cast downwards. The Daddy chuckles, "Well, that's about to change." He pushes the boy to his knees, forcing his cock into the boy's mouth. The boy gags, his eyes watering, but the Daddy just grips his hair tighter, fucking his mouth roughly. Satisfied with the boy's oral skills, he bends the boy over, spitting on his hole before pushing his massive cock inside. The boy cries out, his hands gripping the table for support as the Daddy pounds into him, his big balls slapping against the boy's smooth skin. The room fills with the sound of flesh against flesh, the boy's cries of pain and pleasure, and the Daddy's grunts of satisfaction.