“We should go easy.”
He didn’t get up.
While I had reservations, heat curled in my stomach and my groin tightened as his cock filled and precum glistened in his slit. I went and got his chair from the other side of the table and brought it over beside mine.
“You’re so beautiful, boy. Sit here.” I patted the seat. “I want to be able to look at you while I finish up my work. Be Daddy’s pretty boy. Show Daddy how hard you are for him.”
Max rose and carefully lowered himself, probably to avoid catching one of his nuts as he did.
“Spread your legs.”
He hooked his ankles on the outsides of the chair legs, and I loved the picture so much that I thought I might tie him to one sometime soon. I reached down and arranged his sack so it looked more comfortable, and took a moment to roll the soft, warm flesh in my fingers. He hissed out an encouraging sound through his teeth.
“Hands at the small of your back.”
Max smiled and obeyed.
“Good boy,” I murmured, and he wriggled slightly but widened his eyes, and then he stilled.
I made myself remove my hands from him and groaned, hyperaware of him in my space—his fresh, clean scent combined with the whiff of cum on the air. I wanted to bend him over right here and drill his ass. I absolutely wouldn’t allow myself to be anything but gentle with him today, though. Not after last night. The warring urges had me fighting a battle with myself, and I wasn’t sure which one would win.
“Did I do something wrong, Daddy?” Max asked.
“No, baby boy. What do you mean?”
“You just… I’m kinda down today, Daddy. But I want to do this with you.”
“You are. Relax, boy. Daddy has to work.”
After a little while of poking at my keyboard without getting anything done, I slid my chair back from the table and pointed at the floor between my legs.
“Suck Daddy while I finish these emails. Do not touch yourself.” I was surprised by the heat in my own words, but my cockhead throbbed, and I wasn’t sure how long I’d been sitting there hard enough to feel dizzy with it.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Max lowered himself to the floor and crawled. I hadn’t told him to do that—slither like a feral kitten—it was a natural move on his part that made him fucking sexy, and I couldn’t help but stare as he positioned himself between my legs. He didn’t tease me when he lowered my zipper, simply went about it as fast as possible. He dipped his hands into my pants and moved my underwear out of the way until my balls and hard-on were jutting angrily into the air.
He watched me as he leaned forward and opened wide to suck on the head of my cock. My fat flesh disappeared between his lips and I wanted to freeze-frame the view. The silky heat of his mouth had me struggling to stay still. He bobbed down a bit and sent a shockwave of ecstasy through my belly, and I brushed my hand into his soft hair.
“Just like that. Take your time. Goslow. We’re not in a race, boy,” I whispered, and he nodded, not even taking me out of his mouth. He suckled gently, and I forced out a shaky breath, ignoring the need to thrust.
Three emails later I was gently urging him farther onto my cock while I let out a low groan. I closed out my work windows but left my computer on.
“Open,” I murmured, slid the chair back, and eased myself free of his fiery mouth. It was unpleasant to be out of that wet heat, and Max pouted at me so hard I laughed as I stood. “Stay there, boy. I’ll be right back.”
I ran upstairs, hard-on bouncing awkwardly, and came back down with the velvet ties. His eyes glowed with excitement when he saw them. “Daddy, thank you. I like that.”
“You do?” Everything in me screamed maybe I shouldn’t do this—after all, he’d reacted so unexpectedly last night, and I’d worried enough to call in help—but I still bent and tied his wrists. After that I looped the velvet around each of his thighs and tied it in an easy-to-release bow. He tugged lightly but the restraint wasn’t much, more a reminder he wasn’t supposed to be touching his cock.
“You’re priceless all tied up for me, boy.”
He smiled, and I shoved my pants completely off before I sat again, hissing as the cold wood of the chair hit my ass. Max slid his tongue out and gave his lips an eager lick as he shuffled back into position at my feet—and that was his spot. I didn’t want anyone else serving me. I ran my fingers lightly over his cheeks as he opened and took me back into his mouth with a whimper. The scalding suction closing around me wasn’t what frothed bliss in my balls, but instead it was the way he closed his eyes like he was three seconds from rapture and moaned his way down my cock, sucking more of me in.
What finally undid me, and ruined my ability to concentrate on anything except him, was his throat rippling as he fought through a gag around the tip of my cock. I rested my hand on the back of his head and urged him down. He swallowed around me as best he could and sucked, working his tongue against me. Hot spit slipped down my shaft and ran in a river over my balls. I let go of his head, and he drove himself down again, farther than I’d forced him. I gripped the table and watched him struggle against his own body to try to get more of me in his mouth, coughing and whimpering. After, I had no idea how long, he swallowed, and I was there—at the back of his palate.
“Good boy, Max. You’re Daddy’s best boy. Only boy. Fuck. Deeper. Take me in.”
He swallowed again, and I was home, lost in the tight squeeze of his throat. He gagged and swallowed and the massaging draw on my body was enough to have me grinding my crotch against his face. The rush of my orgasm took me by surprise and clenched low in my stomach and at the root of my cock. I pumped cum deep inside him and gritted my teeth. My thighs strained and felt like they were on fire as I arched my body, searching for more. I pulled out of his throat, and he gagged as I sprayed cum in his mouth. I trembled through another sharp wave of pleasure.
