“You’re so good, Max. You’re the most amazing person. Know that I truly think that. You’re my boy, and I am so proud.” He moaned and stiffened, and I gasped as his face ran red and he dropped his forehead onto the wooden beam in front of him. Tears ran down his face. Had he just come? From words?
I dropped the riding crop and fumbled my pants open until I had my hard cock in my hand. I gave myself a few strokes as I stared at him, shivering and convulsing in his latex prison. I dragged a condom and the lube out of my pocket as I stepped up beside him.
“Daddy decided to fuck you,” I whispered. “You’re so fucking beautiful, wrapped up like a little present.”
Tears sparkled on his eyelashes and he tried to smile at me, but I could see he was lost in his high.
“In me? I don’t want… I want to have you inside of me. I’m getting better, Daddy. I want to go home and rearrange the library, but… I want you in me, Daddy.” He blinked at me, and I realized what he was saying.
“Max. I know you were fine coming in me. I don’t know if now is the time to—”
“Please, Jean-Paul. I have to try. And I do want it. Please, Daddy. Please.”
I struggled, but in the end, Max’s Daddy didn’t win. His Daddy wanted to be careful and keep Max safe at all times. Jean-Paul the bastard came out on top. My boy wanted this, and even though I had reservations, I was selfish enough to want to be in his body bare. I dropped the condom and went after his belt one-handed. It took longer than I wanted to get his pants shoved down around his thighs. There were bright red marks across his ass, and I went to my knees to suck at them. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to taste that red flesh. My brain was sure it would be sweet and crisp like a candy cane. He cried out and stamped his feet but couldn’t go anywhere. I saw the sticky mess in the front of his leather pants and grinned.
“You did come. I thought so.”
His cock smacked against the wood in front of him, hard as ever, and that gave me another satisfying jolt.
“Yes, Daddy, yes. Because of you, Daddy.” I slicked my fingers with lube and circled his asshole with them, and his words devolved into a chant of “Daddy, please, Daddy.” I didn’t spend as much time getting him ready as I normally would have, I was too fucking hard. I stood and gave myself a good coat of lube, and then I was behind him—ready to take him. I had to bend my knees, and the position was awkward, but having him trussed up and trapped for me, unable to do anything other than accept my cock, had me throbbing and ready to lose my mind before I even got into his body. I lined up and pressed my cockhead against Max’s hole.
He strained and managed to arch back against me by a small fraction. I teased him, and he let out a growl like a feral kitten. I wanted more, wanted everything from him, but I also needed him begging. The torture of nudging against him but not into him had me shaking. I rested my hands on the wall on either side of his body and shoved my chest against his back.
“Do you want Daddy’s cock, boy?”
He nodded and whined.
“How badly do you need it?” I drove my hips forward and breached his hole. He went wild, jerked around, tried to drop his weight to get more of my cock inside him. I held him in place with my body and eased out of him.
“Daddy, please,” he sobbed, and I couldn’t take any more. I slammed inside his hole. The difference in fucking him standing, was that I had to strain and fight to thrust in rhythm, in a way I didn’t when he was on his back or belly for me. I bent down and slid my hands under his thighs.
“What—? Oh,” he moaned as I lifted him upward. I couldn’t move him much because of the latex, and his knees hit the wall. I didn’t fucking care. The angle was perfect to drill myself home into him. I spent the next few minutes in bliss, struggling to hold him, using the burn in my muscles to fight off the inevitable final rush of coming. He leaned his head back and rested against my shoulder, his mouth open and neck long. I bit at his throat and licked along the edge of his choker and a quiver ran through his insides that I could feel around my cock. The light squeeze blew my mind and had me fucking faster. The smell let me know—salty, musky.
“Did you come again on Daddy’s cock, boy?”
He smiled and nodded, my dreamy, sweet boy too lost in his own pleasure to do anything else. My control snapped and I lifted him and let him drop the scant inch the latex gave me, and after a few squeezes of his body around me that I thought might have been intentional on his part, I buried myself deep and the pleasure rushed me. I pumped cum into his ass and sucked and licked at a spot on his neck that fluttered wildly under my tongue. I bit at the thudding skin. For a smattering of seconds I felt like a real wild animal, before I came back to myself as my cock gave one final glorious spasm. I stayed that way for about a minute, holding him, enjoying his warmth around me, and then I lowered one of his feet and then the other to the floor. His knees gave out as soon as his legs were down, and he hung there.
Not bothering to clean up or tuck away first—he was more important—I tried to undo the eyelets on the wrap, but they were too tight with his body tugging against the front. I grabbed the scissors from where they’d been left forgotten on the floor and carefully cut him free of both the latex strips and the wrap. I wasn’t ready for the last of the latex to release all at once, and he tumbled to the floor.
“Fuck.” I dropped to my knees at his side and helped him upright. He sat with his heels touching, leather around his knees, cum glistening on his thighs. His beautiful brown eyes were so black they seemed endless, like staring into a dark well I wanted to fall down and never be saved from.
“Boy, I…. Daddy loves you. You were perfect.” I hugged him, and he laughed and sagged against my chest. There were no words from him, and after a few long minutes he began mumbling nonsense, the way he had the last time he’d dropped. I held my breath, but he only snuggled in tight against me and clung. I let him go for a while because no one was waiting for the room. I rocked him, held him, kissed his face all over.
When everything began to get uncomfortable for me, I went to the sink in the corner and found wipes. They weren’t as nice as being at home with access to a shower, but they’d do. I cleaned myself off, and after I pulled my pants up, I went back to him. He hissed as the cool wipes touched his thighs, then whimpered when I cleaned his cock. I did the best I could to wipe the mess out of his pants. I used a wipe on his face, and finally just laid him flat on the floor to pull up his pants to buckle them for him. He didn’t get up, but he was smiling. He stretched his arms out above his head and sighed.
“Daddy, can we do that at home?”
“You were such a good boy, Max. Do you know how proud Daddy is you took his cock without a condom? Didn’t worry about the mess?” He flushed and appeared to be pleased with himself.
“I wanted it.”
I studied him, didn’t know what to say about that. “Why?”
“Because you’re like me. Part of me. We’re—” He gestured back and forth between us. “You’re my Daddy and I’m your boy. One. Can’t think of the word.” He rubbed at his eyes with his fingers, and I pulled his hand away because he did it hard enough that it seemed like it should hurt.
“We’re a couple?” I asked.
He nodded. “You keep me safe. I wanted part of you in me.”
