“Your reward for doing a good job today.”
“I thought dinner was my reward,” he whispered, but he bounced on the balls of his feet, excited anyway.
“You’re going to let Daddy help you relax. Drop the towel.”
As usual he eagerly complied, and I sighed to see his cock already hanging firm and thick between his legs. I held up the gag and he moaned. The strap was black leather I’d oiled and cared for so it would smell good, and inside it had a small, black dildo that mimicked the head of a fat cock. Heat coiled into my groin when I held it up for Max to inspect, and his chest rose and fell fast.
“Open your mouth.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he whispered and then parted his pretty lips. Watching the black silicone cockhead disappear into his mouth had me hard as fuck. I fit the strap flush to his face, and his eyes widened as I secured it behind his head. The small cock wasn’t big enough to choke him, but he was stuffed.
“Beautiful. Suck. Pretend it’s Daddy, boy.” He moaned and slurped, and I happily got to work sliding a blindfold over his eyes. The cloth wasn’t meant to be a total blackout for him—sheer and dark purple, it was shiny and soft. The tease of what he was missing was what I wanted to give to him tonight, not upset him by not being able to see at all. We’d never played with total sensory deprivation and I wanted to ease him in.
I led him to the ottoman and pushed on his shoulders till he went on his knees. When I shackled him with cuffs, he moaned and his hips bucked forward. His plump cock bounced, lonely and tinged a pretty red at the tip.
“Suck, Max,” I reminded him, and his cheeks hollowed. The tease of seeing what he would look like if he was blowing me had me hard as a tent pole in my pants. I urged him forward until his chest was pressed against the ottoman and then slid the rope I’d tied to it around the chain between the cuffs. I knotted off the rope, making myself a glorious piece of fuck furniture. Max squirmed and wriggled and tugged at the cuffs. He moaned and sucked. Minutes passed and his cock leaked sparkling drops of precum onto the floor. I stripped in a hurry because he couldn’t see me losing my cool and my dick needed to be free.
I snagged the remote from where it laid on the floor beside the couch and flipped on the TV. Max grunted and this time sounded irritated. I laughed, not paying a single bit of attention to the screen. I studied his straining muscles and sweat-glistened body, the dip and curve of his back. Shadows made the cleft of his ass a delicious mystery.
“Time for Daddy to have dessert,” I murmured and settled behind him, and he grunted something that was muffled by the pretend cock stuffed between his lips. Heat twisted in my abdomen as I leaned in to ghost my breath across his ass. He grunted again and tugged on the restraints around his hands, and I thought I realized why as I spread his cheeks and took a test swipe over his skin. He shivered and his hips bucked wildly. He tasted clean when I licked him from behind his balls up his crack, but I thought maybe he hadn’t douched.
I didn’t fucking care. His ass was made for eating.
I licked at his hole and low-hanging balls until he was thrashing and moaning around his gag, then wriggled my tongue into his ass. I took my time stretching him that way, fluttering inside his body and then nibbling at his taint while he tugged and bucked. Finally his sounds started to become more muffled curses than anything, and I grinned and kept on going. I licked and slurped until his entire crack shined with my spit, not stopping until I had him back to whimpering and whining and my jaw was sore.
Then I picked up the bottle of lube I’d tossed down earlier and turned up the volume on the TV. The theme song forChoppedfilled the living room.
“Oh, they’ve got rice. Poor bastards,” I said happily, and Max strained his ass high in the air. I dragged the pillowcase out from underneath the couch, which I’d tucked away specifically so he wouldn’t see it, and removed a shiny purple dildo that matched the blindfold he wore. He wiggled his ass as I slathered the toy with lube, almost like he knew what was about to happen, and then I carefully began to fill his hole with it. His spine stiffened and he whined. The dildo was slightly smaller than my cock, so I doubted his cries were from pain.
“Cold, boy? Don’t worry, it’ll get warm,” I murmured, and got another little growl. The dildo was seated all the way inside him with the gaudy purple balls keeping his hungry ass from consuming it—before I pressed the button on the end. A fun buzz hummed to life and vibrated my fingers. He stiffened and cried out as I idly angled the tip toward his prostate and fucked him.
My cock was so hard I could barely think of anything else, but the more I teased Max and the more he thrashed, the more insane the pleasure and pulses tingling on my own cockhead became. He shrieked when I carefully tilted the toy, and I decided I must have made direct contact with his prostate, so I stayed there, lightly thrusting. Max stiffened and tugged frantically with his arms. He arched his back and his legs shook. Cum pulsed from him and smeared the floor between his legs in thick white splotches.
I didn’t stop the slow fuck with the toy, and he moaned, whimpered, gasped, tugged at his restraints. Growling and what sounded like swearing followed. I turned up the TV another notch and pulled the toy out until it was barely inside him. He sobbed and tugged at his hands but didn’t try to otherwise free himself, so I ignored my own hard-on and watched a whole episode ofChopped, idly stretching his rim. Then I found his prostate again and enjoyed the way his muscles corded as he shrieked and arched his back. He seemed to be beyond struggling now, unsure whether he should move toward or away from me, and that’s exactly where I wanted him.
“Poor boy. You’ve never had a Daddy to take care of you, have you, Max? Well, you’re mine now.” I let out a happy chuckle when he pressed his ass toward me, even though his entire body trembled. I nudged the dildo in far enough that it would stay there for a second and then let it go. He quivered and whimpered as I quickly pulled a condom from the pillowcase, rolled it onto myself and then lubed up, though I didn’t worry too much since I’d been playing with him for so long. He was nice and loose when I eased out the dildo.
I sat up behind him and used my knees to spread his legs wide. He nodded brokenly and tilted his hips toward me. I shoved in balls deep in one smooth slide. The heat and maddening grip of his hole zapped lightning through my gut, and Max stiffened underneath me like I’d blasted him with a bolt, too. I fucked hard and fast but had only managed a few strokes into him when Max shuddered and whined low in his throat and his body quivered.
“Oh, did you come?” I murmured. He didn’t try to say anything, so I unbuckled the gag and it fell out of his mouth. “Did you come on Daddy’s cock, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he said, voice a raspy mess.
“Do you want to be Daddy’s fuck doll again, Max? His sex doll to destroy for his pleasure?”
“Yes, Daddy. Yes.” He ducked his head and a sob slipped out of him.
I fucked him without mercy, the ottoman scraping across the floor. He howled a satisfying shout that people should have been able to hear all the way back in New Gothenburg. My orgasm rushed and crashed over me faster than I would have thought. I wasn’t just teasing him that whole time, I was torturing myself, too, and I fucking loved the high the denial had given me. My body floated and didn’t seem real. Coming with him had never left me so fucking happy. I rutted deep inside him and shuddered as a softer second wave of pleasure smashed me. When I was finished, I lingered until my dick started to soften. The only reason I pulled out was to peel the condom off and drop it on the towel. I wouldn’t dump my cum into Max until he agreed to it.
After I wiped my own mess off my cock, I untied Max, but he wasn’t moving well after being in the same spot for nearly two hours. He huddled with his belly resting on the ottoman. There weren’t many choices of places to move him, so I scooped him up and carefully laid him out on the couch. His eyelids fluttered and he shivered like he was being quietly electrocuted.
“Do you need to go to the bathroom for anything?” I asked.
He shook his head, so I ran around the house gathering things, and came back with a warm, damp washcloth, a bottle of water, and a thick blanket slung over my shoulder. Meticulously, I cleaned him of cum and lube and then tossed the washcloth on the towel on the floor. Next, I settled the blanket over him, taking the time to tuck his feet under it. His eyelashes fluttered open when I pressed the bottle of water to his lips, and he let me sit him up enough to drink. When he was done, I laid him down again and began to slowly massage both sides of his jaw.
“Daddy, that’s nice,” he whispered, and I was so proud. He was tripped right the fuck out on adrenaline; the flush on his skin and the way he couldn’t seem to focus on me had me fairly confident I’d fucked him into subspace.
“You’re Daddy’s good boy. My baby boy,” I murmured and peppered kisses over his face. He tilted his chin toward me like I was the sun, and I lost myself in his lips. For a long time.
