about different things, was hot as hell. I bet you’re messy now, too, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh,” he whimpered. I slid one hand to his front, brushing my fingers along the sides of his
treasure. I knew calling it his junk wasn’t uncommon, but I hated that term for any part of his body. He
rocked against my palm as my fingers slipped lower, gathering his natural slick. “Please, Daddy.
Feels so good. I’ll do anything you want if you get me off. I’ve been a good boy today. Please!”
Yes, I loved reducing him to a babbling mess. When his head fell back to my shoulder, I reached
up, turning him far enough to capture his lips in a kiss. I wasn’t being sweet or gentle—I was too far
gone for that. I forced my tongue between his lips when he gasped, savoring the taste of him as I
swallowed his cries.
When I began to pull my hand away, Sammy leaned back, standing on his tiptoes to keep us
connected. “Would you let Daddy shave you? I think you’d be even sexier if your treasure was on
display for me every time I take care of you, instead of buried away where I can’t see it.”
“Whatever you want, Daddy,” he cried out. Goddamn he was turned on. There were definite
advantages to his body. Since he’d told me it wasn’t a dysphoric area for him, I slipped my finger
deep enough to brush against his front hole. Feeling it contract had me ready to bust my nut. Oh, the
things I was going to do with him once he was ready…
“No, baby. This has to be for both of us. There are times to do what Daddy wants because you’re
a good boy, but this isn’t one of them. I’ll only do it if you want me to,” I explained, feeling like I was
walking a tightrope.
“You really think I’ll be sexy if I do it?”
I pulled my hand away from his groin, spinning him around to face me as I backed him up to the
edge of the vanity. “I think you’re the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen. It’s not a matter of whether you will
be or won’t be. But I do think you’ll be pleased with the results if you want to try it.”
“What difference will it make, other than how it looks?” He seemed genuinely confused.
Besides the fact I felt confident it would help him maintain bits of his little space even when we
were apart because that part of his body would have a littler appearance, the research I’d done said it
heightened sensitivity. “It’ll make it so you feel your treasure brushing against the inside of your
undies with every step you take. You’ll remember that you’re Daddy’s boy, even when you’re at
school or at work.”
“But I’ll be horny all the time then,” he complained, although he didn’t sound terribly sincere.
