“Beautiful,” Alistair whispered.
“Sir, please… Oh, Daddy… I… I need to come…”
Alistair shoved his foot down, hard enough to make Noah sob. “Go on, my dear boy. Come on the floor like the filthy little brat that you are. Go on. Come for me.”
Now given leave to finally come, Noah slammed back on Alistair’s shoe, pushing his cock into the floor and struggling to catch the right angle. It was hard to bust like this, but he knew he could. He kept going, rocking his hips up and down and working on building the already incredible pressure inside of him.
The head of his dick was wet, slipping and sliding against the smooth wooden slats, but he managed to catch it there, yes, just right there, and he grinded down with a new surge of focus. He was hot, sweating, and all of his muscles were zinging with sparks of sensation from being so full and humiliated, trying to get himself off on the floor like a dog.
The shame only added to the thrill, and he cried out when the pressure finally gave, spilling his load and jerking against the floor. A wave of heat stole his senses, and his vision blurred as his pulse thudded in his ears and the head of his dick. His entire body was exhausted and sore, and he didn’t want to ever move again.
“Good boy,” Alistair praised. “Do you want me to take the toy out now?”
“Yes, sir,” Noah mumbled. He was beyond ready for that thing to be out.
Alistair gently removed the toy, and he had a small towel ready to clean up the mess. Noah wasn’t even sure where it had come from, but he didn’t care, content to let Alistair wipe him down. He still didn’t want to move from the floor, and he gave an appreciative mumble when Alistair was done.
“Come on up, sweet boy. I’m not done with you yet.”
Right. Alistair hadn’t come.
Noah’s rubbery limbs made it hard to pull himself up, but he managed to get back on his knees and turn around, face to face with Alistair’s thick cock. He licked his lips, getting ready to suck him.
“Stick out your tongue for Daddy.” Alistair stroked himself, his labored breathing indicating he was already near his end.
Noah opened his mouth wide, secretly relieved that he didn’t have to expend any additional effort. He groaned when Alistair’s hot load splashed over his tongue and lips, lapping it all up as fast as he could. A squirt had hit his cheek, and he wiped it off to lick off his fingers so he could get every last drop.
“Good boy.” Alistair was out of breath, smiling, and he bowed his head for a kiss.
Noah melted on the spot, fighting his shaking legs to crawl up into Alistair’s lap. He wanted to be held, and he wrapped himself around Alistair as closely as he could.
Alistair rubbed Noah’s back, kissing him deeply and murmuring, “It’s all right. I’m here. You were so good… such a very good boy for Daddy.”
Noah pressed his forehead against Alistair’s, laughing under his breath. “Does this mean I can have a cheeseburger now, please?”
“Only because you asked so nicely.” Alistair grinned. “You may use the application on your phone to order it and have it delivered.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“How do you feel?”
“Sore.” Noah smiled. “Happy. And you know, kind of excited.”
“Oh?” Alistair slid a hand up into Noah’s hair. “Did you enjoy your punishment so much?”
Noah laughed and shook his head. “Okay, look, the thing with your foot and stompin’ the damn dildo in my ass? Definitely something to revisit, all right? But no, not that.”
“What is it, sweet boy?”
“I can’t stop thinking about the future. Like, going to cooking school. Learnin’ stuff.” Noah’s smile turned sly. “Making you give me my first job at one of your fancy restaurants.”
“You could have a job now if you’d like. I’m sure I could find something for you.”
“Really?”
“Of course. They’re always in need of a busboy or a dishwasher.”
“Hard freakin’ pass, old man.” Noah groaned.
