Page 61 of Full Body Hit, Part 1

Can that camera record?

Charlie

Yep

Aunix

Good

Stay in that position on your belly

Put a pillow under you so you’re straddling it

I want you to rub yourself on it nice and slow, ok?

Film it for me

Chase groaned, turned-on and already agonised at how torturous this was gonna be. Aunix hadn’t told him to take his clothes off, so he just grabbed one of the pillows, putting it horizontally between his legs.

He took a shaky breath and hit Record, looking at the picture on his phone for a beat to make sure it was centred before he rocked forward slightly, his silk-encased dick sliding where it was trapped.

After all those days without coming, the soft pressure was enough to get him to the edge in ten seconds flat.

“Fuck,” he whispered, clutching his phone tight like that would get him closer to Aunix.

He rocked his hips, humping the pillow like an animal. His face and neck and chest heated with the delicious humiliation of it, of wanting to come so bad but doing this instead because his daddy wanted him to wait, wanted to see him like this.

God, he was getting so wet he was soaking the back of his shorts, the silk sticking to his skin. It’d be obvious on camera, that dark spot spreading out, a testament to how desperate he was.

He had no idea how long he succeeded in keeping up a semblance of a rhythm—probably three fucking minutes at most—before his thighs started shaking, the pit of his stomach all coiled up. He was dripping and wet everywhere.

He managed to cut the video before he whimpered ’Daddy’ out loud and sent it off.

Charlie

Please I’m so close

Please please

Can I take the shorts off at least please

There was a pause, and Chase wasn’t sure what to do—his daddy hadn’t told him he could stop, but it was clear that Chase couldn’t come without his permission, and he was already so near the precipice it was an ache everywhere, sweat coating his skin, breath caught in his chest.

Aunix

Jesus Christ, baby the way you fucking look

You’re so fucking perfect you can take your shorts off

God you’re dripping, aren’t you? Get closer to the camera, honey, I want to see you all slicked up

Every movement made Chase whimper. He peeled his shorts off, burying his face in the sheets for a few seconds at how wet and sticky his thighs were, as if he were in the middle of heat and begging for a knot.

He slid down the bed until he was right on the edge, zooming the camera so it was focused on his hole.

He had to take a moment to let the wave of embarrassment go through him, dick twitching at how he looked for his daddy. He used one hand to spread one of his cheeks sideways, and his hole winked there, slick, making it shiny and soft.

He took a picture and sent it off.