A few beautiful minutes slipped by while he fucked his fist. His face started to get red with the effort of holding back. I grabbed the lube and squirted some along the line of his shaft, and he moaned and picked up speed, his face going slack with pleasure and lips parting. His chest muscles stood out as he really went to town.
“Does it feel good?” I asked.
He nodded and didn’t take his eyes off me. I hadn’t touched my cock, but it was standing at attention, enjoying the show with me.
“Say it out loud.” I rubbed my thumb over his slick cockhead and sighed happily when a string of precum pulled away as I brought my hand back and licked it off. He tasted bitter in all the right ways.
“Yes, Daddy.” He blushed up to the tips of his ears. I fucking loved this.
“Good. Stop.”
He whimpered and shook his head. “Daddy, I need it.”
Instinct kicked in and I hopped to my feet, cock bobbing in a way that made me want to fuck him into the ground. I grabbed him by the throat and moved him down to face the couch on his knees. I spread his legs with my foot and shoved him forward, and he landed on his forearms, glancing back at me. I couldn’t tell if he loved or hated this, but he only had eyes for me.
“How much pain do you need, boy?”
He whined and didn’t give me a real answer, just looked at me imploringly. I left him there, fingers threaded together in front of himself on the couch cushion, and went over to the kitchen. I glanced around and found a wooden spoon in a dish rack next to the sink. I’d never had this type of BDSM relationship, where someone had more power than the other person, but I could see myself enjoying it. I was also certainit was my job to keep Keaton safe, and I took that type of responsibility seriously. I smacked my palm with the wooden spoon. I could spank his ass red without really causing any damage, so long as I was careful.
Those rounded ass muscles needed this spoon, I could tell. I walked over and deliberately paced behind him. “Tell me when you can’t take it anymore.”
“What—”
I swatted him, and he cried out and tried to squirm forward, but he was right against the couch and a big guy. There was nowhere for him to go.
A jolt of excitement powered through me. This was great. Why had I never tried it before now? My cock begged for some friction, so I swatted Keaton’s ass, leaving red welts, and casually jerked off at the same time.
I wasn’t trying to fall over the edge, but this was so fucking good. Faster than I anticipated, I had to let go of my cock or risk painting his back with my jizz. His right arm started moving, and I could already tell he was going to try to get to his cock. I used my right foot to pin his hand in place on the couch.
“Bad boy.” I swatted his ass with the spoon until my left shoulder ached and his entire ass was red. “This is what bad boys get.”
He shouted and tried to squirm away, and I grabbed the back of his neck with my free hand, holding him still.
Excitement throbbed through me, almost as good as an orgasm. Everything felt fucking beautiful right now. I tossed down the spoon and grabbed his left ear, tugging until he tilted his head back and stared up into my face.
“Wait for me to be in you before you try to touch your cock, boy.”
“Yes, Daddy.” He whimpered and thrust his hips. At this angle his red cock looked desperate as precum dribbled down the sides. “Can I touch it, please?”
“No.” This was fucking fantastic. My entire body vibrated. The last time I’d felt this ramped up, I was holding a knife and blood was splattered across my face. I leaned down and bit Keaton’s neck where it met his shoulder, hard enough to meet some resistance.
We both moaned. I would never fucking get enough of this. Oh my God.
The sensation that I was half wild skittered through me, and I grabbed both of Keaton’s abused ass cheeks and squeezed. He shouted and humped his hips forward, bouncing his cock around. I dragged my mouth along his straining neck and sucked on his earlobe.
“I’m going to fuck you like this and grind against your bruised ass, boy. What do you think about that?”
Tears rolled down his cheeks and one plopped onto mine because I was pressed close, waiting for an answer. “Please, Daddy.”
“Good boy.”
I snagged a condom and the lube with one hand and used the other to grind Keaton’s face into the couch cushion in front of him. I held him there, not letting him move as I used my teeth to tear open the condom and slipped it on. I was sloppy with the lube, didn’t loosen him up. If he wanted pain, he would get it.
A good Daddy would probably give his boy what he needed, right?
I was lightheaded as I lined up to his hole and shoved inside. The squeeze and heat of his body enveloped me and had my eyes rolling back. For a few seconds, I felt close to passing out, but my hips knew this dance, and I was pounding against that wonderful ass and deep into his body without any thought.When I came back to my senses, I gripped his shoulder and shoved deep, rocking against him to really grind against his ass.
He shouted, but it had a breathy quality to it that let me know I was on the right path. This was so fucking amazing.
