Page 63 of Full Body Hit, Part 1

Charlie

Can I get on my back?

It’s hard to reach from here

Aunix

Of course, baby. You’re so good for asking

Chase smiled at the praise. He was good. He’d do anything his daddy said because Aunix took care of him. Looked out for him.

Chase put a pillow over his face to hide it, not completely trusting the blurring app. The wet one went under his hips, propping them up to give the camera a good view.

He sank his fingers in again. This time, it was much easier to reach the right spot, curling them up and glancing over the bundle of nerves that lit him up.

“Oh,” he cried out, dick twitching, balls drawing up tight. It was dark under the pillow, his panting breath making it warm and humid. His hips were moving now, too, grinding on his fingers. He could feel his abs getting sticky with precome, his thighs even wetter, the pillow underneath him absolutely soaked. He was so close. He was so fucking close.

He cut the video and gave it to Aunix, typing one-handed.

Charlie

Daddy can I come please?

Aunix

Yes baby come whenever you want

Have you ever come untouched?

Charlie

No I don’t think I can do it

Aunix

I think you can, but we’ll save that for another day

You can come whenever you want, however you want. Go ahead, baby, you earned it

Chase had just enough neurons left in his brain to turn the camera on again before he was shaking too much. He fucked himself deep, savagely, his other hand finally wrapping around his dick.

The sound that came out of him was pathetic, long and thready and desperate. He went slowly at first, so sensitive the pleasure was sharp and overwhelming, but then it was like his nerves figured out what was happening. Everything clicked into place, the touch on his dick turning molten and perfect, the feel of his hole stretched out, fingers stuffing him full, everything adding up and taking over.

Everything was so much, building and building, getting hotter and hotter. He was trembling uncontrollably, held at the edge for longer than he had ever been, like his body couldn’t quite believe what was happening after all those days begging for release.

Chase groaned, imagining his daddy’s eyes on him, proud and loving, and that was it.

As sharp as the pleasure had been before, it was the opposite now. It rolled over every inch of him as he came, his hole clenching, core shaking, mouth gaping open under the pillow.

A savage, benevolent river raged through him, washing every little bit of him away. Every nerve and vein and inch of skin sparked awake and sang with pleasure.

He was left floating. The cloth over his face was wet, but he didn’t care. He was gone. He had crumbled into something better. Something pure.

He lay there, on the surface of that beautiful feeling, spent and malleable, until his phone buzzed.

Chase shook out of the daze, cutting the video off and looking at his phone.

Aunix