“Good. Stay still and stop interrupting my work, baby. That’s the punishment.”
His heavy breathing is now almost labored panting. His chest rocks back and forward minutely; a severely muted potty dance.
“Benjamin.”
He whines.
My cock loves the sound. But I have a role to play. I sigh, as if I’m being completely put-out. “Is there a problem?”
For half a second, I think he might confess how desperately he needs the potty, but I can feel his stubbornness clinging to the air around us. “No, Daddy.”
Another couple of droplets on my thigh reveal that that is a lie.
I still don’t say anything.
“Good,” I tell him. “Because you’re learning to be good for Daddy, aren’t you? You’re not going to doanythingto interrupt again, right?”
Benji’s swallow is audible. Eventhatgoes directly to my desperate dick.
He whimpers again.
“Right?” I push for an answer, setting down my phone on the arm of the couch so I can reach around and pull his thighs apart a little more.
His voice wobbles as he tries to defiantly respond, “Y-yes, Daddy.”
His shoulders are tense, but he is somehow managing to keep the rest of his body from clenching up in a bid to hold back the inevitable. I pick my phone back up and thumb at the screen one-handed, bringing my other hand up to idly stroke the back of his neck and his shoulders.
He relaxes.
It happens instantly from there. The sound registers first. The loudhissof his release announcing it before the hot liquid streams down onto my thighs.
“Oh,” he gasps, going rigid, “oh no.”
“Shhh,” I tell him, rubbing his back, starting to thrust up inside him, rocking my hips slowly to try and savor everything about this moment, “relax. Let it out.”
“I was trying to hold it,” Benji sniffles. “I couldn’t hold it.”
“I know, baby,” I croon, closing my eyes to really soak in the competing sensations of his hot pee on my legs and his warm, slick channel tightening around my dick.
Getting tested for STIs so we could start fucking bare was the best life decision ever, because sex with Benji without barriers is as close to nirvana as I think I’ll ever get.
“I’mpeeing, Daddy.“ His voice is high and reedy and plaintive, but it’s the words themselves that really push me to my tipping point. I’ve been on the edge since we first discussed doing this today, and now it’s going to be all over in these few short moments as he empties his bladder all over my lap.
“Fuck, I’m coming, sweetheart. I’m coming. You feel so fucking good for me.”
“Daddy,” he rolls his hips, grinding down, taking every last drop of my cum, “I want to come, too.”
The wave of endorphins almost has me forgetting the purpose of our scene, but I catch myself before I agree to let him off early. Chuckling, I grip his hips and give them an affectionate squeeze, leaning forward to murmur in his ear, “You were naughty earlier, sweetheart. We’re going to finish out your punishment right here, sitting in the mess you made.”
He squirms, shaking his head, but I hold him in place. “The rule was—“
“No moving,” he whines. “But, Daddy—“
“Nope. No buts.” Letting go of his hips, I reach for my phone and settle back against the couch, enjoying the stickiness on my thighs and the feeling of my own cum surrounding my still-hard dick inside him. “I’ll say when your punishment is over.”
Now that he’s not fighting the desperate urge to pee, he huffs and mutters under his breath while he serves his sentence. It’sbarely loud enough for me to hear, so I just smirk to myself and let him have his only mode of distraction. Eventually, my cock starts to soften.
“Time’s up, baby. You did it. Good boy.”
