by Sean Michael
He loved how he could feel it, all around his cock, how much Chrissy loved him, wanted him.
He patted the side of Chrissy’s ass. “Rest now, boy. You’ve got a busy evening ahead—begging me to whip your hole while you hold yourself open for me.” Let Chrissy anticipate that for a few hours—he was bound to be totally revved up by the time it actually happened.
Christian moaned softly as his Daddy licked him, starting with his lips, then moving south. His nipples were adored, nibbled, and sucked, and that strong hand was working his prick, just like he needed it, hard and quick.
“Stop that, boy.” The growl was pure Salem, the hand on his prick smacked away unceremoniously.
“Daddy!” He jerked awake and away, almost falling off the bed.
Salem caught him, tugging him in close. “Were you asleep, baby? I’m sorry. I thought you were awake, tugging one out.”
He blinked, shaking his head and trying to wake up. “Huh?”
Salem stroked his skin, hands warm as they rubbed him. “You were doing illegal activities in your sleep. I might have to put mitts on you or something overnight…”
“You’re imagining things…” No mitts. “I’m trying to be good.”
“I know you’re trying to be good, but I’m telling you that you were playing with yourself in your sleep.”
He groaned, snuggling into his Daddy. “Didn’t mean to.”
“I know, baby. And you can’t control what you do in your sleep. I can make it so that doesn’t matter, though. Hence the mitts, though really I’m just musing out loud on how to help you keep your hands off your, I will admit, very tempting prick.”
“I need all the time,” he admitted, and he worked hard not to touch, but it…it was on his mind, all the time.
“Then it’s only fair if I do something to help you with that.”
“Do something?” Hopefully, that meant a snuggle and an orgasm.
“Yes. To help you in not touching. Of course, now that you are awake I promised you a specific scene.”
Oh, that wasn’t a snuggle. He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Shh. Sleeping.”
Dammit.
Salem laughed softly and pulled him close, giving him a kiss on the head. “I do love you, Chrissy.”
“Love you too.” He nuzzled in, brushing Salem’s nipple with his lips.
Salem groaned for him. “Not letting you distract me. We have a plan. A scene. Some begging.”
He pretended to snore, hard.
Salem laughed, the sound merry, bright. One hand inched down his side and tickled his ribs.
“Daddy! No!” He giggled and wiggled, trying to roll away.
Still chuckling, Salem gave him a couple more tickles before the digging turned into rubbing.
That was better. Lots better. He snuggled in with a moan. Salem tilted his head and kissed him, opening his mouth up.
“I’m not that distracted, boy. The scene is happening. I promise.”
“Shh…don’t be mean.”
“I’m not being mean, boy. You’re going to love it.” Salem rubbed their noses together. “Love it.”
“I—” He didn’t know about that. He wasn’t ready. Not yet.
“No? We’ll just have to see. I haven’t steered you wrong yet.” Salem’s hand slid along his back, heading down toward his ass.
“It’ll hurt, Daddy…” He tried that tact. He wasn’t sure if he was excited or nervous.
“And you’ll love that too. I’m going to warm your ass and then use the crop on your hole. Make it burn. Make it ache. Make you need me to fill you.” Salem’s voice was husky, threaded through with need.
He groaned and tried to hide the sound in Salem’s chest.
“I know you want it, and I know that scares you. But it’s okay. That’s my job, to push you past your fears.” Salem kept petting him. “I want to help you find what you need, baby boy.” Salem rubbed his ass, squeezed it, and damn if he didn’t miss the burn from when Salem did that right after a spanking.
“It’s not fair.” None of this was fair.
“I’m not sure what that has to do with it. You need what we do together, and that’s really all that matters.”
“Do you too?” He wanted to know Salem was with him.
“Fuck, yes. I’ve craved it for so long. Having you here with me, letting Daddy have his boy is a joy I only hoped to have.” Salem cuddled him close. “And giving us what we need, that’s the best thing ever.”
Salem tilted his head and pressed their mouths together, like he was sealing the words into a vow.
He relaxed, rocking toward Salem’s body, his Daddy’s heat. Salem groaned and rolled, putting him beneath the solid body, making it easier for him to push up and rub.
Utterly taken, warmth and love cocooned him, surrounded him. When Salem was focused on him, he felt like the center of the universe. Each kiss strengthened that feeling, each touch, and allowed him to relax and stretch, trusting in Daddy’s will.
God, it turned him on to think of Salem that way. His Daddy.
Salem grabbed his lower lip, tugging on it, teeth grazing it.
He blinked up, his attention caught, trapped. Salem bit—not hard, but enough to make it light him up, the zing going straight to his balls.
“Daddy…” His cock was back to fully hard, his balls tightening.
“Yes, baby boy? You wanting something? Needing it, maybe?” Salem dropped kisses on his face, one after the other, warm and soft and easy.
“You. I was dreaming about you. Wanting you.”
“You’ve got me. Nothing’s going to change that. Not a single thing.” Salem rubbed their noses together.
“I like that idea.” That he couldn’t fuck this up.
“Good. I want you to believe it because it’s the truth.” Salem slid a hand along his body, from his shoulder to his hip. “Now I want you to believe that what you need right now is to beg for me to whip your hole.”
Dammit. “Daddy…”
He wanted to snuggle, and he didn’t want to hurt. Much. Maybe. Fuck.
“You know I give you what you need, what we both need. I’m going to whip your hole, then fuck you, make you burn and ache and then hold you through the night, make love to you again in the morning.” Salem kissed below his ear, then whispered. “As it should be.”
He moaned, the sound tearing out of him, so rough and raw. So damn needy.
Salem pressed down into him, body hard in all the right places. It felt so good. It felt so right. And the kiss Salem gave him burned him to his bones. By the time the kiss ended, he was shattered, lost to Salem’s will.
“Beg me, boy. I want to hear you ask for it. I want you to learn to ask for things like this.”
He shook his head, but he hated the idea of disappointing his lover or losing this—not them he knew Salem had him—but this excitement. “Please, Daddy…”
“Mmm. That’s such a good start. Please, Daddy, what?” Salem’s eyes shone, staring into his.
“Please, Daddy, give me what I need.”
“Yes, boy, I will.” Salem kissed him again. “What you need right now is to have your hole whipped. I want you to beg for that, Chrissy. I know you can do it.”
“It’s hard!” he complained, his cheeks on fire.
“Oh, it’s very hard.” Salem grabbed his prick and squeezed. “Seriously, though. I know it is. A lot of good things are.”
Salem knew, and somehow that did make it easier, did make it mean more. He leaned close and whispered softly, “Please, Daddy, whip my hole.”
Salem moaned loudly. “Fuck, baby, you are the sexiest man ever. And I mean that sincerely. And I will whip your hole until you scream for me.”
“I want you to love on me after, you promise?”
“Baby—that’s the best part.”
He nodded, because that was true. That was the best part, the part he craved.
“There will always be snuggling after a scene. You can count on that too.” Sal
em was kissing him again, tongue pushing into his mouth, invading him, and it was so welcome. He didn’t want to have to think anymore. He didn’t want to worry. All he wanted was his lover.
Salem grabbed his hands, wrapping their fingers together. “You’re going to use these to hold yourself open for me.”
He groaned. Salem just pushed and pushed.
Salem kissed him once more before sliding away. “On your knees, boy. Use your shoulders to support yourself.”
“So mean to me…” He rolled over to his belly.
“The meanest.” There was clear love in Salem’s voice, sliding over Christian’s skin like a caress.
“Yes.” He pulled the sheet over him.
Salem pulled the sheet off again. “Knees under you and hold yourself open for me, boy.”
“Not tomorrow?” he tried.
“Chrissy!” Salem swatted his ass.
“Ow! I had to try!” He pulled his knees up under him.
Salem rubbed his ass. “And I had to give you a spank.”
Christian giggled because the logic was pure Salem. A mixture of bullshit and truth.
“Now spread these beautiful cheeks for me.” Salem kissed one asscheek and then the other, tongue sliding on his skin. Oh, he’d much rather have that slick tongue than a whipping.
He reached back, spreading himself the smallest bit, then more, because he wanted to please his Daddy.
“Mmm, such a good boy. Wider, please.” This time, Daddy’s kisses had a bite to them, nibbling away at his flesh.
He tried to spread wider, but he was so needy, those kisses so wild.
Salem backed off, though he could still feel his lover’s breath against his skin. “Wider. Then beg me to whip your hole, boy. I want to hear the need in your voice.”
“You’re being mean! You keep pushing!” And he was…scared of how much he wanted it.
“That’s my job, baby.” Salem pressed a finger against his hole, not breaching, just pressing, full of promise, and he spread wider. That finger began to tap, over and over, not hurting, just…arousing.
Oh.
His upper body melted into the sheets, and he moaned.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? Imagine how much better it’s going to feel when your hole has been supersensitized.” The tapping went on and on, and he couldn’t help but moan and spread.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Now beg for it, boy. Beg for it now, and I’ll give it to you, make you feel more than ever.”
“Please, Daddy. Please. I want to feel you. I want you to love me and make it good.”
“Such a good boy.” Salem slipped away but was back before he could protest. Then something small but hard slid along his crack. “You’ve seen this before, boy. It’s the crop. It’s the perfect tool to whip your hole with.”
It started with more taps, gentle, sensitizing, not scary. Different than Salem’s fingers, but he could deal with this.
The taps eventually became harder hits, the increase in pressure gradual. It didn’t hurt, but the burn was enough to make him shiver and moan.
“That’s it, boy. Sink into it.” Salem’s voice was thick. “Let me help you feel what you need.”
“Daddy…”
“I’ve got you. I always have you.” Salem slid a hand along his thighs, and his toes curled.
God, Salem made him ache in the best way.
“You’re stunning, boy.” Salem pressed a finger against his hole, the ache so good.
“Thank you, Daddy. Love you. Please…”
“You need to be fucked, boy?” Salem continued to hit him with the crop, whipping his hole.
“Don’t stop. Please, help me…” His hole was on fire, but he wasn’t sure he wanted it to stop.
“I’ve got you, Chrissy.” The hits continued, and it was blowing his mind.
Then, without warning, Salem pushed the crop into him.
“Daddy!” He lurched forward, utterly shocked.
Salem fucked him with the crop, pushing it in a few inches again and again. “Getting you prepped for my cock.”
“Daddy, you…” His eyes rolled back in his head. “Please.”
“It’ll be me in a moment, boy. This first.”
“This first. For you. Only for you.”
“Everything is only for me.” Salem growled the words out.
“Everything?” Even the bad parts?
“Nobody else gets to touch you, ever. You’re mine. All mine.”
“I’m yours. Daddy. You know that, right?” He shivered, feeling suddenly worried.
“I know. I just had a wave of possessiveness come over me.” Salem bent over him, body hot along his back, and turned his head, taking a hard kiss.
He kissed Salem back, trying to show how much he wanted to reassure his lover, giving all he was.
Salem rubbed their noses together when he was done. “I love you. And I know you’re all in. I just needed to say it.”
“I love you. I’m here. Promise.”
“Me too. Now, let’s fuck.” Salem winked, giving him another quick kiss before settling behind him again.
“No, Daddy. No, love me.” He wasn’t in a space to be…cold.
Salem stroked his back. “Always, baby. No matter what I call it, it’s always love.”
“Always.” Please. Love me. I burn. He felt like he was about to shake apart.
Two fingers pushed inside him, slick and easy, going nice and deep. The sensation was crazy—part fire, part ice from the slick.
Then Salem pushed in another finger, the stretch not nearly enough, making his wag his ass. His Daddy chuckled and slapped his butt. “Needy boy.”
“Duh!”
Salem’s chuckles filled the air, even as the fingers inside him disappeared.
He groaned in protest. He simply couldn’t help it.
“Fingers gotta come out before my cock can go in.” Salem rubbed his hole with his lube-covered cock, the motion slick and hot at the same time. “You’re on fire, boy. Burning. You’re going to feel like heaven around my prick.”
He clenched, trying to encourage Salem’s cock into him. Salem slapped his right asscheek again, then pushed into him, cockhead spreading him wide. He’d taken Salem over and over, but today it was bigger, making him gasp.
“You feel how extra this is with your hole swollen and burning?”
His answer was to push back against Salem, hard.
“I’m taking that as a yes and look forward to you begging me to whip your hole again.”
Obviously, he wasn’t loving his Daddy well enough if Salem could put all those words together.
Salem’s hands wrapped around his hips, tugging him back into subsequent thrusts, each one thudding into him hard. He made sure to clench hard, working Salem’s cock. Salem groaned and switched one hand to his shoulder, pulling him back even harder on the next thrust. Yes. Yes, his lover. His Daddy.
His heart.
Their bodies slammed together again and again, each thrust sending him higher. The burn at his hole was fucking incredible, but it was the thick cock inside him that had the bulk of his attention. Best of all was Daddy’s wild grunts, deep cries. Daddy wanted him, needed him, and each sound sent him even higher than the thrusts.
He craved this, knowing Daddy was so hungry.
The angle of Salem’s thrusts changed, and suddenly, everything inside him lit up like he’d been hit by lightning.
There. Oh fuck. Right there. He jerked forward, rocking on his hands and knees. “Yes!”
“Yes!” Salem’s cry answered him, loud and strong.
He slammed back, over and over, riding his Daddy hard. The heavy prick dragged over his nerves, driving him higher. Salem grunted and moaned, simple sounds coming out of him. No words, only desperate noises. Finally. Finally he’d pushed Salem over the edge.
“Come, boy.” The two words were ground out, Salem’s fingers digging hard into his hips.
“You too. At the same time, Daddy. Please.�
� He groaned, fighting to hold it together.
“Come!” Salem’s voice held a note of command that was undeniable, and he shot so hard his entire body hurt with the power.
For a few seconds, the whole world seemed distant, and he floated. When he came back, he began to cry, his soul overwhelmed.
Salem stayed buried inside him, hands sliding over his body, soft murmurs filling his ears. He didn’t even know what Salem had to say, but he knew he was loved. He was cradled, safe and warm in his Daddy’s arms.
And overwhelmed or not, it was exactly where he needed to be. Where he wanted to be.
“I’ve got you, Chrissy.”
“Sorry, Daddy. I don’t mean to cry. P-promise.”
“Shh. Be easy, boy. It’s a release. It’s a good thing, especially if you’re with Daddy who loves you and will hold you through it.”
“Okay.” He rested hard, sobbing softly, the storm slowly passing.
Salem held him through it all, making him feel safe and loved. “My boy. My lovely boy. Get it all out, let go of all the pain and worry and self-doubt. Just let it all go. I’ve got you and we’ve got this.”
He floated, sniffling softly, letting Daddy rock him, back and forth.
“Love you, Chrissy.” Groaning, Salem pulled out of him and wrapped around him from the side. “How’s your hole?”
“Burns.”
“Let me get some salve.” Salem pulled away, and Christian grabbed him.
“Daddy, no. No touching.”
“Baby, the salve will make it feel better.”
“But…” Okay, he was being silly, right? Salem had licked his hole, had cleaned him. “Okay.”
“I’m willing to entertain your ‘but’,” Salem told him, and he could hear the laughter in his Daddy’s voice at the terrible pun.
He groaned and pulled the covers over him. “That was awful.”
Salem laughed outright. “I know.” He sounded completely unrepentant about it.
“Butthead. I do love you.”
“Good. And because you do, I’ll forgive the butthead.” Salem kissed him, soft and slow, hand resting on his hip. Then Salem grabbed a soft towel and a tube of salve. “Turn over and give me your ass, boy.”
