The tips of Alistair’s fingers lightly grazed over Noah’s prostate, a mere tease, and he moaned. Alistair was fingering him hard enough to make his cock twitch, and fuck, he was ready to come right then.
Naturally, that’s when Alistair decided to stop.
Noah had to bite back a whine, huffing in frustration.
“Oh, you might as well stop that right now,” Alistair warned. “We have a long way to go tonight, my boy.”
“Mmm… yes, sir.” Noah felt the cool silicone of his plug now pressing up against his hole, and he breathed steadily, relaxing as it pushed inside. The stretch made him ache, but once the plug was inside it was quite comfortable, even familiar now. The slightest movement made it shift, and he clawed at the floor, unable to stop himself from moaning.
Alistair ran his finger around the handle of the plug. “You look so lovely like this, all stretched out and ready to be filled.”
“Please…” Noah panted. “Pull it out. Give me your dick, sir.”
“You’ve been very demanding tonight. Demanding my cock, cheeseburgers…” Alistair hummed. “We’ll have to do something about that. You certainly need a new lesson in patience.”
“Sir? Please. I’m, I’m trying so hard.”
“You will continue to try.” Alistair pulled away. “And if you behave yourself, Daddy will give you whatever you want.”
Noah jerked as Alistair’s feet were suddenly resting on his lower back. He turned his head and found Alistair was relaxed in his chair, his legs stretched out on Noah, and he had picked up his tablet again. “Sir?”
“Patience, dear boy.” Alistair tapped the screen and his eyes focused there. “I’m going to finish reading the chapter I was on, and you’re going to stay right there for me.”
“Seriously, sir?” Noah’s stomach clenched. He couldn’t believe that Alistair was going to use him as a damn footstool.
“Mmhm. Now, be quiet. Daddy is trying to read.”
It was humiliating to be treated like this, and Noah’s cock throbbed even harder. He ducked his head back down and tried to ignore it.
The room was silent now except for the occasional tap of Alistair’s fingers on the screen and Noah’s panting.
The longer it went on, the more anxious he became, and it was more difficult to hold still. The weight of Alistair’s legs wasn’t that great, but every passing minute was making them feel like they weighed a thousand pounds. He tried to readjust and rolled his hips back to stretch, and it made the plug move.
The pressure was growing, and his cock remained hard.
He could look down between his legs and see a small bubble of pre-cum catching the light, and it accumulated until it was a small drip. His head was getting fuzzy, and he had to get down on his elbows. Every tap of Alistair’s finger was driving him crazy—how long could that damn chapter be?—and he whined softly, praying for relief.
Another tap let him know that an end to this torture wasn’t coming yet, and he took a deep breath to steady himself.
If he kept very still, the plug was tolerable, and he could almost ignore Alistair’s feet. As degrading as it was, he was determined to take his task seriously and prove to Alistair that he could do it without complaint. As long as he was good, he knew Alistair would take care of him.
His breathing steadied, and he laid his head on the floor, finding a position where the plug wasn’t so bothersome.
Right as he relaxed, there was a final tap on the tablet screen.
“Good boy,” Alistair praised. “Look at you, being so very good for Daddy.”
“Yes, sir,” Noah whispered. “I wanna be good.”
“Thank you.” Alistair put the tablet aside and put his hands on Noah’s hips, urging him to lean back.
Pushing himself up on his hands, Noah groaned and stretched his shoulders. Alistair was toying with the handle of the plug, and the tiniest movement sent delicious shivers into his loins.
“I trust that your boredom has been cured, hmm?” Alistair tugged the plug.
“Mmph. Yes, sir.”
“Good. Thank you for being so patient. I appreciate it.” Alistair kept pulling until the plug popped out, and he rubbed his thumb around the soft, stretched rim of Noah’s hole.
