Eli whimpered, his back bowing as Willem seated the plug. “Yes, Daddy.”
Willem walked the few short feet to the tall umbrella stand with a flat pan of water in the bottom that held several hand cut switches. After selecting the one he wanted, he returned to Eli’s side. “Now, you earned five strikes for your part in the snowball fight, Eli.”
“Only five?” Eli seemed bewildered, perhaps a bit let down.
“For the fight, yes. I will admit it was humorous to see Derek turn into a snow man. However, those five strokes don’t cover the fact that you came without permission, young man.” Willem reached under Eli to grasp the boy’s once again hard cock. “This is mine, and I decide when it comes. You gave me your orgasms, Eli, which means you not only disobeyed but also broke another rule. The question is how many strokes does my boy need for that?”
“How….how…many, Daddy?” Eli rocked into his grasp, obviously desperate for more pleasure.
“Hmmmm.” Willem pretended to think. “Under normal circumstances, it would be twenty, but this week hasn’t been normal. Daddy hasn’t been able to pleasure his boy as much as normal, so it’s to be expected that you were on a hair trigger – that your control isn’t normal.”
“Yeah.” Eli nodded his agreement. “I…I don’t think I can go that long again, Daddy.”
“And you won’t.” Willem vowed. “You may have to wear a gag, but I’ll make sure my boy is satisfied as often as he needs to be.” He lightly flicked the switch against his jean clad thigh. “However, my boy still needs consequences when he breaks Daddy’s rules.”
“Yes, Sir.” Eli nodded. “I do.”
“Since I was half at fault for your…hair trigger,” he pursed his lips. “I think that ten shall suffice. Bringing your total up to fifteen. Do you agree?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Eli wiggled his ass. “Please?”
“My boy asks so nicely for his punishments.” He rubbed his free hand over Eli’s bottom. “You realize once your punishment is over, I’m going to take you where you are, correct?”
“Daddy!” The whine in Eli’s voice had him smiling. Someone was as impatient as he himself, was. A very good thing, because Willem wasn’t sure how long he’d last after doling out Eli’s punishment before he buried his cock deep inside of him.
“Count them.” Was all the warning he gave his boy before he lightly swatted him.
“One, Daddy!” Eli’s ass lifted up and out as if requesting more, which Willem was more than happy to give.
Keeping his blows well timed, he lit up his boy’s bottom until the flesh was marked with cherry red welts. By the time the final stroke landed, Eli was practically humping the changing table, his need beyond obvious.
“Shit. All done, boy.” Willem tossed the switch aside, before ripping open his jeans. Using a handful of the peppermint lube that he himself also found enjoyable, he coated his dick, before jerking out the plug in his boy’s bottom. “Push out for me. Let me in.” He barked as he pressed against the entrance of Eli’s ass.
“Yes…Daddy.” Eli tightly gripped the edge of the changing table.
“Good boy.” Willem groaned as his dick was encased in living heat that was cooled by the peppermint oil in the lube. Fuck he loved this. He loved his boy. “Hang on, this is gonna be rough.”
Eli nodded rapidly. “Fuck me, Daddy.”
“I will,” Willem promised, as he snapped his hips forward and began to drive in and out. Pleasure shot up his spine as his boy tightened down on him. God damn he’d missed this. Missed the closeness that came with fucking Eli, his boy, the keeper of his heart. This was something he wouldn’t give up for anything, no matter what life threw at them.
“Faster, Daddy!” Eli pushed back against him, begging, no demanding, a faster, harder pace.
“Who’s in charge here, Elias?” Willem growled, raking his fingers over the welts on the top of Eli’s ass.
“You, Daddy, you.” Elias tossed his head back.
“That’s right.” He paused, making a point. “Daddy decides how hard he fucks his boy.”
“Yes…please…” The broken need in his lover’s voice was enough to make him soften toward the boy.
“Shhhh, lift up for me. Daddy will give you what you need.”
When Eli obeyed, he reached around to wrap his hand around Eli’s erection. Then he began to stroke up and down the length of it, while remaining still. Eli cried out, but other than a few twitches of his hips, didn’t move. He just let Willem do as he pleased.
Which will be rewarded.
“Such a good boy. Rock between Daddy and his hand.” He snapped his hips backward, then forward, starting up a powerful rhythm.
Eli cried out in pleasure, writhing between the hand surrounding his cock and the hard dick buried in his ass.
It wasn’t long until the room was filled with a symphony of grunts, groans and cries as Willem gave his boy what he needed.
“Come for me, boy. I want to feel that ass milking my cock.”
“Daddy!” Eli stiffened in his arms, his hips jerking wildly as he obeyed, his cock spraying seed all over the changing table beneath him, his ass clamping down hard on Willem’s aching cock.
“Shit. God damn it…” Willem stiffened as his own release overwhelmed him. He jerked hard as he filled his boy full. By the time the storm released him from its embrace, and he’d drawn back from Eli, his boy was sleeping, a half-smile on his face. Damn, he loved his boy.
