Daddy's Little Prolapse: A Two-Week Hole Training Journey

The basement training room was dimly lit, but I could still make out the bare mattress in the center of the room. John, a man who could easily pass for my father, patted the mattress with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Alright, kiddo, time to get started," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. I bent over the mattress, presenting my virgin hole to John. He chuckled, "Eager, aren't we? Let's start small."

I felt his finger gently probing my entrance, and I couldn't help but wince at the intrusion. But John's soothing voice coaxed me to relax. "That's it, just breathe. You're doing great."

After a few minutes of finger training, John moved on to a smaller dildo. I tensed up as he inserted it, but John's encouraging words kept me going. "Good boy, taking it like a champ."

I glared at him, "I'm not your boy."

John laughed, "Oh, but you are today. Now, push out."

I tried to follow his instructions, but nothing happened. John shrugged, "No worries, we'll get there. Let's move on to something bigger."

I tensed up again, but John's soothing voice calmed me down. "Relax, kiddo. It's all part of the training."

John slowly inserted the larger dildo, making me gasp at the fullness. "Remember, push out," John reminded me.

I bore down, trying to follow his instructions. Suddenly, my prolapse started to emerge.

John's eyes lit up, "Oh, look at that! You're getting the hang of it."

I blushed, embarrassed at the sight of my own body. But John's chuckle put me at ease. "Don't be shy, be proud. That's a sign of a well-trained hole."

John played with my prolapse, making me squirm with pleasure. "I'm so jealous of your prolapse," John said, only half-joking.

I rolled my eyes, "Sure, you are."

John winked, "Oh, I am. Now, let's keep going. We have a long way to go."

I sighed, but I didn't protest. I was determined to see this training through, no matter what.