Christian

by Sean Michael

  “Yes. More. More, please. Lover…”

  “I love your eagerness, and I’ll give you another finger for it.” Salem pulled his fingers out, then pushed four extra slick in, spreading him wide.

  Christian nodded, bearing down into it, taking more.

  “Such a beautiful size queen. I’ll fill you up and keep you filled.” Salem turned his fingers in a circle.

  “Yes, Daddy. Please. Please, I want it all.” And he was desperate for sensation.

  “You want my whole hand, baby?”

  “Will it…I still want to be tight for you.” He didn’t want to be stretched out too far.

  “You will be, baby. You won’t be permanently stretched out. Your body will close back up.” Salem dropped kiss after kiss on his face. “We’ll put in a plug with a tiny neck, in fact, so you can focus on tightening your hole during our afternoon.”

  He groaned, not because he didn’t want it, but because he did want it, so badly.

  “Hands and knees, baby boy. Show me your hole.”

  He sighed and moved, going to hands and knees.

  Salem rubbed his ass, then began to fill his ass with lube, just using a couple fingers at a time to push in the slick.

  “We’re okay? This is good?” He rocked back and forth.

  “You’re doing great, baby. I’m just getting you good and slick inside before I put my whole hand into you.”

  “Can you keep talking to me, Daddy? Please?”

  “Of course I can. I can tell you how sexy you look like this, on your hand and knees, just waiting for me to put my whole hand inside you.” Salem kissed his asscheek. “Do you think you’ll come?”

  “No. No, I don’t know…”

  “I think you might. I think having my hand inside you will be so big that you won’t have a choice.” Salem chuckled. “Once you know how it feels to come, you’ll do it again.”

  He hoped so.

  Salem kissed his ass again, this time adding a bit of a nip at the end, the quick sharpness more of a surprise than a hurt.

  He settled in his pillows, letting himself be heavy, quiet.

  “Breathe with this, baby. Let yourself feel every single thing.” Salem pushed four fingers into him again.

  “So full…” He groaned, deep in his chest.

  “Going to be fuller in a moment.” Salem reached around him, hand flat on his belly and rubbing as those four fingers turned and twisted inside him.

  “Full—fuller.” God, he was aching.

  “That’s right, baby. So full. You’re going to take my fist. Fuck, this looks incredible. You look incredible.” Salem’s fingers slid out of him.

  “No one but me, right? Just me?”

  “You’re the only one I see, boy. The only one I want. It’s always been you.” Salem’s fingers pressed against his ass again, pushing.

  He groaned, exhaling hard and letting himself relax.

  “There you go, just like that.” The fingers at his ass pushed in, spreading him wide again. This time, it was more than just four fingers, it was Salem’s thumb as well.

  “Just—” He sighed, but he was so relaxed, so trusting, that he let Daddy in.

  “Yes. Such a good boy. I am so proud of you, Chrissy.” Salem’s hand kept pushing into him.

  “Your good boy. Your boy, Daddy.” He begged with his entire soul.

  “Yes, Daddy’s boy.” Salem kissed the small of his back, lips hot as those fingers turned inside him. Christian groaned, thighs spreading wider.

  “I’m holding you in my hand now, Chrissy. In the palm of my hand.” Then Salem slowly closed his fingers into a fist.

  He fought to suck in a breath. “Daddy…”

  Salem licked at his lower back, the bundle of nerves there lighting up and connecting to where Salem’s hand penetrated him.

  The world spun, and all he could do was hold onto the sheets, fingers digging in.

  Salem hummed and said, “I love you, boy. My amazing, brave, strong, beautiful boy.” The words swirled around him, cocooning him in his Daddy’s love.

  “Yes. I love you. Love you. Please, don’t stop.”

  “I’m not going to stop, Chrissy. I’m not going to stop until you’ve come for me.” Salem circled his hand, touching him everywhere inside.

  “Thank you,” he whispered, his heart trip-hammering.

  “Anything for you, boy. Anything.” The hand inside him moved forward and back, fucking him. Demanding his pleasure, his attention, his need.

  The nibbles against his lower back kept his nerves sparking, the sensations moving out from his lower back.

  “Can’t breathe,” he warned, and Daddy chuckled.

  “You’re breathing just fine, Chrissy.”

  “I know. I do, I just…God.” Everything was huge and amazing.

  “I know it’s a lot, but all you have to do is take it in.” Salem rubbed his check against that same spot he’d been kissing, the rub of his stubble like fireworks.

  “Take it in. Anything you want.” Because his body was on fire.

  “Uh-huh. Can you feel my hand, Chrissy?” Salem opened and closed his fingers. “Can you feel every digit? My knuckles? Your hole clamped hard around my wrist?”

  “Daddy…” he sobbed. Because he could. He could feel everything. Everything.

  “Right here with you, boy. Daddy’s got you. I so have you.”

  Salem reached around and stroked his cock, petting him and making him want to scream.

  “So pretty like this. Stunning, in fact. I want to turn you inside out.”

  “Love! Love you.” He babbled because he had nothing left—nothing but pleading and sensation.

  “Love you, Chrissy. You’re the center of my heart.” Salem stroked his cock and turned that hand inside him, the sensations building impossibly.

  He stopped speaking, stopped doing anything but hanging there, caught in a wealth of pleasure.

  Salem added nips to his shoulders and all along his spine, sending him higher. The angle changed, and then he did scream, his entire body convulsing.

  It felt like the pleasure was shooting through him, traveling along his nerves to touch every part of him.

  “Good boy,” Daddy muttered. “My good boy.”

  All Christian could do was grunt.

  “Sink into the pleasure. Let it wash over you. Over all of you.”

  He floated away, lost in a sea of Salem and Salem’s will.

  “All right, baby. See, that’s all you have to do is let it happen. Let the sensations wash over you and float out there with them.”

  Christian’s answer was a nod, a soft sigh. It was impossible to deny the sensations, to ignore them or push them away. They were right there, in his face, in every part of him. And all he could do was give in.

  Wave after wave of pleasure poured through him, not missing a single inch of his flesh.

  “So good. My good boy. Yes. Yes, ride it!” Daddy sounded wild, like he was coming himself.

  It was the biggest orgasm he’d ever felt. Or at least the one that hit him everywhere and lasted the longest.

  When he floated back up, Salem was fucking him, praising him and loving him. Filling him over and over with that beautiful fucking cock.

  He didn’t answer, just moaned and nodded.

  “Coming, baby!” Salem shouted and slammed into him, hot come shooting deep inside his body.

  He moaned for his lover, his body overwhelmed.

  “Daddy’s got you, boy.” Salem rested against him, breath heavy along his neck.

  “Uhn.” That was an answer, right?

  Salem chuckled. “Yeah, that’s about right. Told you coming would be good once you could.”

  He didn’t bother to answer that. He just moaned.

  Salem reached around on the side table and came up with a plug. “Here we go. Something to help keep me inside you.”

  All he could do was blink at Daddy, watch.

  Salem slicked up the plug where he could see it, and then
it disappeared from view. A moment later, he felt it against his hole next to his Daddy’s cock.

  He tried to clench, his asshole trembling.

  “Easy, boy.” Salem rubbed his belly with his free hand, then just like that, pushed the plug in while the hot cock drew out. “I’m going to turn you over next, put on the cage and sound. Then we’ll rest, all right?”

  He nodded. “Daddy.”

  “Good boy.” Salem kissed his shoulder before gently helping him to turn over. The plug stayed in him, solid and heavy and very much there. He breathed deep, melting into the sheets.

  “I feel—” He spread his arms.

  “Not bad, eh?” Salem kissed his right nipple, then his left, hand trailing along his belly.

  “Uh-huh.” He felt incredibly not bad.

  “Mmm, good. This is what I wanted for you. This is why we’re doing the milking.” Salem nosed along his throat, fingers moving to slide along his cock, to rub his poor aching balls. “The cage is to keep the sound in. It should be comfortable, easy to wear, okay?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” He wanted his cock filled.

  “Good boy.” Salem slid from the bed. “I won’t be but a moment.” He went to the box where they kept the toys, bent over it, bare ass sticking out at him.

  Christian sighed, admiring as he floated. “Love you.”

  Salem stood and turned, smiling back. “You, too, baby.”

  “Good. God, I’m high on you.”

  Salem came back to him, cock cage and sound in hand, and smiled down at him. “Yeah? That’s handy, because this smile I can’t wipe off my face? That’s because of you.”

  “It’s pretty. Is it supposed to be pretty?”

  “My smile? I would hope you think so.” Salem winked, then he nodded. “Yeah, I think it’s pretty too.”

  “Who are we meeting for lunch?”

  “Rick and Jess and their boys.” Salem fondled Christian’s cock, thumb pressing against the tip.

  “Cool.” They hadn’t done it a lot yet, but he liked the guys, liked hanging out. Loved being part of a weird, extended family.

  “You going to tell the boys about the milking? About the plugs and the cage?” Salem grabbed the lube.

  “I don’t know. I don’t know if it’ll come up.”

  Salem began to push lube into his hole. It was a shock of cold that warmed quickly. “They’re going to take one look at you and know, baby. You’re glowing.”

  “You’re going to hold me for a little while before we go? I need a snuggle.”

  “I am. Soon as your cock is plugged and caged we’re going to snuggle up a storm.”

  He nodded, groaning as more lube pressed inside him. “That’s so weird.”

  “But you like how you feel once the plug is settled,” Salem pointed out, grabbing his cock and squeezing it to make an ‘o’ out of his slit.

  “Yes. I like it to be full. I can’t help it.”

  “There’s no shame in that, Chrissy. In fact, it takes a very self-assured man to admit his wants and needs.” Still holding him, Salem began feeding the little penis plug into his slit.

  His lips parted. “Daddy. Yes…”

  “Daddy has you.” Salem pulled the plug all the way out, then fed it in again, the rubbing against his slit-lips making him shiver with pleasure. “You were made for this, baby boy.”

  “Yes…for you.”

  “Uh-huh. I know just how to use you right.” Salem settled the plug inside him, wriggling it a little and then letting it be.

  He groaned and stretched, looking for space inside him. Salem had him pretty well-plugged, though, back and front.

  Salem dropped a kiss on the tip of his cock, shifting the plug inside it slightly. “Now for the cage for this lovely, beautiful prick.”

  “Uh-huh.” Then holding. That was what he needed more than anything.

  Salem slid the cage over his cock, the metal almost pretty as it contained him. This one had a clip, not a lock, but he knew he would never undo it himself—that was for Daddy to decide.

  He’d asked for it, after all. It kept the plug in, let him relax, and made everything easier.

  Salem patted his balls, then slid back into the bed, pulled the covers around them, and took him into Daddy’s arms. The best place in the world to be.

  “Tired, Daddy.” He needed a nap. So bad.

  “Then sleep, baby boy. I’ll hold you while you rest.”

  “Thank you. Love you, huh?”

  “I know. And I love you too. Bone-deep.”

  He nodded, but he was already mostly asleep.

  Chapter Eleven

  Daddy had bathed him and helped him dress, and now they were heading out to meet with Nicky and Aaron and their Daddies for lunch. Chrissy was feeling easy in his skin, and well, he was starving like he’d worked out for a month.

  They headed into the restaurant, and two tables next to each other had people at them he recognized. Not only were Nicky and Aaron here with their Daddies, but so were Isaac and Tab. The boys were all sitting at a booth, while all the Daddies took up at the table next to it. Everyone called out and waved as he and Salem walked in.

  Daddy Jess stood and came to greet them. “Ben and his boys decided to join us. Who knows, a few more may come later too.”

  “Excellent. My boy is floating a little, so you’ll have to excuse him.” Daddy smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

  He would have rolled his eyes, except that Daddy was right.

  “I’m so happy for you both.” Jess gave him a hug and pointed to the table. “Before anyone complains about the seating arrangements, Nicky and Aaron were the ones who insisted you boys all sit together.”

  He chuckled. “It’s fine with me, thanks.”

  They could talk and… he blinked at Nicky who was bald.

  Like bald.

  Like no eyebrows bald.

  Yeah, he didn’t have to worry about being the topic of conversation. Jesus.

  Aaron grinned and waved him over, but it was Tab who patted the seat next to him in the universal come-sit-by-me sign.

  “I’m right here if you need me.” Salem gave him another soft kiss and moved to sit in one of the vacant chairs at the “Daddies’ table.”

  “Hey. I…Nicky?” What the actual fuck?

  “I’m in big trouble. Big trouble.”

  Aaron nodded as Tab wrapped one arm around Chrissy, offering his support. “He drove home drunk.”

  “Oh.” Whoa. Whoa. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to explain.”

  “I sorta do. That’s part of it. This was the third time. I mean, it has been a while, but…” Nicky closed his eyes. “Daddy took my car, my keys for a year. He shaved me everywhere, and we’re starting laser for everywhere under my eyes tomorrow. I have a plug in, a cage with a catheter, so I have to ask to use the bathroom and he has to go with me. I put people in danger, so I obviously need more attention.”

  Chrissy opened his mouth, but he didn’t know what to say. Driving drunk was bad. He got that, but this was… extreme.

  They were all staring at Nicky—how could they not?

  Isaac cleared his throat. “We’ve all been there, Nicky. Uncle Rick didn’t hurt you, right?”

  “No. I mean, it hurt that I disappointed him. It hurt that I had to wait for a few days before he wasn’t mad at me so that I could take my punishment and my correction, huh?”

  “But isn’t laser treatment permanent?” Chrissy asked. Were they all talking about this like it was… normal?

  Nicky nodded. “So I remember. So I know that Daddy is watching. I could have killed someone. I could have killed myself and left him mourning, because I was stupid. If I’d called, he would have come for me. I could have called any of you. You would have come.”

  They all nodded. “We would have,” Aaron noted. “Driving while drunk is very, uh, stupid.” He shrugged. “I was trying to come up with a nicer word for it, but stupid is pretty accurate.”

  “There are better ways to get your Dad
dy’s attention.” Isaac took a sip of his water. “Well, there are.”

  “I was just…” Nicky sighed. “It’s a bad habit, like smoking. And it’s easy, until it isn’t.”

  “I get that. I still crave a smoke, and if I was around a smoker?” Chrissy shook his head. “I don’t think I’m strong enough to say no.”

  “Even if Uncle Jerusalem told you that if you did he’d do something drastic as punishment?” Isaac asked.

  “I don’t know. I hope I’d say no? But I can’t say for sure.” He rocked back on the plug, and it reminded him Salem was right there if he needed help.

  “Oh, you have a story too,” Tab noted, giving him a warm smile and a one-armed hug.

  “Oh! Please tell. I’d love to talk about something else.” Nicky ran his hand over his head.

  “Uh. I-I’m getting, uh, I mean, so, I wanted to jack off all the time. I didn’t, but…so he’s milking me for a month. To help. You know?” His entire body felt like it was on fire.

  “Ooo. That sounds way more fun than what I’m going through.” Nicky’s eyes had lit up and he wriggled.

  “For a whole month? What’s it like?” Tab asked.

  “It was hard until today. Today it was…good.” And he loved being full and having Daddy’s attention and, well, it was easier. He felt like he fit in his skin.

  “So, what made today different?” Nicky looked so strange without any eyebrows.

  He looked at the table, his cheeks blazing. “I came dry.”

  They all gasped except for Isaac, he nodded knowingly. “It’s good, isn’t it? Like coming only… all over instead of just in your cock.”

  “Yeah. Yeah, it’s…Yeah. You too?”

  Isaac nodded. “I love it. I sometimes ask for it, just because. Daddy makes Tab watch.”

  That felt so good. Like he wasn’t a freak, or if he was, he was part of them.

  “I haven’t been brave enough to ask for it yet,” Tab noted. “Maybe one day.”

  “I didn’t ask. I have another twenty-six days.”

  “But today was good, eh? So you’ve got twenty-six more days of potential goodness.” Isaac looked so pleased for him.

  “Yeah. Yeah, it should be…I have a lot to think about.” He glanced over at Nicky. “Are you okay? Like really?”