by Skyler Snow
“Strip.”
The command broke through the haze and my hands moved almost by instinct. I tugged off my shirt, showing off a few marks and fading bruises on my chest. His hands went to my bare skin, making it hard to focus on doing anything else. Other than getting back on my knees and tugging off his pants. With shaking hands, I undid the zipper of my pants. I let them drop around my ankles and stepped out of the pile of clothing.
Scott’s hand had moved down to my ass, grabbing at me, and pulled me closer. I remembered, suddenly, that I was wearing a jockstrap. A nice pale pink one that he had chosen for me and I felt the plug move inside of me.
“Oh, please, please, Daddy.” I whimpered, rolling my hips against him, my hard cock brushing against his. I couldn’t wait any longer for any sort of teasing. The frustration boiled up inside of me. Scott’s hands stopped moving for a moment and my heart jumped. Hoping that I had convinced him to stop playing with me and just let me cum. Instead, he sat down on the couch and patted his lap.
I had to bite back the whine of frustration. Instead, I lay across his lap, feeling my cock brush up against his. This was something that had become a little familiar, too. Scott took care of my every need. I doubted that I would even need to work if I didn’t want to, but that also came with him punishing me. Tying me up, with a vibrator teasing my cock until he released me, bruising me with his muscular hands and spanking me.
“Now, are you going to be my good boy?” He asked, rubbing the flat surface of his palm against my cheeks. I braced myself, biting down on a pillow and curling my hands into fists.
“Yes, Daddy.” My response was muffled by the pillow and punctuated with a loud smack. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my mouth as the bolt of pain shot through me. My ass was feeling hot and red already. My cock twitched pitifully against his and I knew that he must be able to feel it. Feel me trembling under his hand as he rubbed my ass with his hand again. To think, I’d craved and thought about these things for so long. I was finally able to experience them with the boyfriend that I loved.
“And what are you?” he asked, his hand leaving my skin. I hesitated a moment, feeling a moment of rebellion before I braced myself again. My heart was hammering in my chest and despite the twinge of frustration, I wanted, more than anything, to get this over with. I wanted to finally have my orgasm. Finally have Scott pin me down and fuck me. I had no idea why, but he had been putting off that one thing. For everything we did, he hadn’t actually fucked me yet and I was impatient.
“I’m your little slut.”
Smack.
“And what did you do today?”
“I wore a plug to stretch myself out.” I groaned as his hand hit my skin again, this time more firmly. “To stretch myself out for you.”
Smack.
“And what am I going to do to you today?”
I licked my lips in delicious anticipation. “You’re going to fuck me.”
Smack.
My legs were flailing now, trying to make me squirm from his grasp. My ass was burning hot now. The plug had been jolted around, so much that I could have cum already if I wanted to. Instead, I had fought back my orgasm, biting down on the pillow hard, trying to stay patient. Scott took a moment to study me, my back arched and my ass marked red with my punishment.
“Are you okay?” Scott’s voice was more normal now, losing that dangerous quality about it, while still holding onto that roughness that meant that he was horny. I nodded, gently crawling backward onto my knees. It hurt to sit, but I tried not to flinch as I took my seat on the couch—completely naked except for my underwear—next to Scott, still fully clothed. “Elliot?”
His hand cupped my cheek, looking deep into my eyes. I collected myself and nodded, more firmly now.
“All right. Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asked as my face still nuzzled into his palm. I gave him a death glare.
“I’ve had this plug in me since breakfast. We’d better be doing it today.”
Scott chuckled, and I laughed right along with him. He pulled me into a hug then his arms slipped under me and picked me up. I was bridal style in his arms, as I usually was, when he carried me into his bedroom. I looked around the room expecting something to be laid out. Usually some rope or a new sex toy waited on the bed for me, but today it was empty. It sent a thrill through me.
Scott placed me on the sheets, pressing a kiss to my forehead, before moving to the drawer for the bottle of lube I knew he kept there. I quickly tossed my underwear aside, finally letting my cock spring free. It earned me a raised brow from Scott, but not another punishment. Even he was too excited to stop now.
He quickly undressed himself and I drank in his image. The fact that Scott was a fit, active man showed. He was easily twice my size and more muscular than most of the people my age. His age hadn’t worn away at his stamina at all. Most days I was the first to tap out. Not to mention the fact that he could toss me around if he pleased. Not that I objected to that. He tossed aside his shirt, his pants, and then finally, his dark underwear.
I bit my lip, having second thoughts. Scott’s dick was… bigger than most, and I knew firsthand. My first blowjob was so hesitant as I tried to figure out how the fuck to fit it into my mouth. He was patient with me though. Now I could more easily take his length because of the daily training he gave me. Even when he said I didn’t have to do it every day, I still did. I wanted to. I had been a virgin for twenty-four years. I was beyond backed up and always ready to go.
Still, this was a little intimidating. Scott popped the bottle of lube open. Pouring a generous amount onto his cock and stroking it up and down his length, coating himself. I watched his little show and bit my bottom lip.
“Get onto your hands and knees,” he commanded, his voice serious now. I scrambled, turning my back to him and getting into position. Feeling a little nervous as the seconds ticked by and nothing happened. “God, you’re beautiful.”
His hands rubbed my butt and I flinched against the sting of pain before I felt myself being stretched. He was pulling out the plug and I immediately clenched down against the strange feeling. Before Scott, I hadn’t even fingered myself and it was still a little bit of a surprise every time.
“Relax, baby. I’ll be taking care of you.” Scott’s voice came from behind me. It still took a moment as I breathed deeply and the plug was eased out of my ass. There was a second where Scott was admiring my gaping hole before I felt something else press against my ass.
His cock was teasing my hole, thrusting in between my cheeks and lubing up my ass a little. I bit my lip as he took his time gently rocking his cock up and down before pulling away and pouring some lube directly onto my hole.
Some of the cool, slippery liquid slipped in and I took a deep breath. It wasn’t so bad. Thank God I’d worn the plug more than once by now.
Jesus, I’m loose. The plug had done its job well. I tried to relax as I felt something push against my gaping hole and then stretch me open again. Scott’s hand went to the middle of my back tracing small patterns onto my skin as he pushed in. Both of us let out a small moan as the sensations flooded us.
With the plug in my ass all day I was looser than before, but it was still a little bit of a strain as Scott pushed in. He was thicker than anything I had ever had in my ass, including the times that he had fingered me. I buried my face in the bedsheets, trying to relax as the stinging pain grew and grew.
Finally, I felt Scott’s hips meet my ass. I was completely still, except for my breathing, struggling to take it all in. His cock was buried in my ass and it was the fullest I had ever felt in my life. It was more of a stretch than the plug had really prepared me for. I wasn’t going to tap out of this, or Scott would worry too much to try this again. Besides, I wanted it. Really, really bad. I experimentally shifted my weight back letting my ass press against his hips.
“Does it hurt?” Scott’s voice was strained, and I shivered. I knew that he was fighting back the urge to pound i
nto me. As much as I wanted that, I knew that I couldn’t handle it yet. I opened my mouth to respond, but I couldn’t find any words. Instead, I shook my head and gently shifted forward, fucking myself on his cock.
It was a slow process of me working myself back and forth onto his length, letting it stretch me out more and more. The sensation was burning in my stomach, but the actual pain of it disappeared quickly as I got used to the size. With some more lube and Scott’s patience, I finally got to a point where the burning faded. It was replaced with a deep, throbbing pleasure that threatened to push me over the edge.
“Okay, go slow,” I whispered.
Scott paused for a moment. Then I felt his hands go to my hips, gently holding me in place as he pushed in. It was a different sensation from fucking myself on him. As I took a shuddering breath, feeling his cock move quicker than what I was used to. There was a wet sound and the soft clap of skin meeting skin. He rocked into me, more for my sake than his own.
A hand went to my back, pressing my chest and face against the bed. Scott thrust inside of me again and a moan spilled from my lips. He pushed against something hypersensitive and I realized what it was. My prostate. He’d pressed right up against it and I was a quivering mess. His hips were moving faster now, snapping back and forth. Trying to fill me up and pound into my prostate, making my own cock twitch in between my spread legs.
I was jolted forward as Scott fucked me, the sounds of grunting coming from behind. It was less talking now and more animalistic grunts as he finally gave in to my begging. But, despite it, I knew that he was holding back.
“Come on, I can take whatever you can give me.” My voice came out angrier than I had intended for it to. Scott’s thrusting stopped for a moment and a bolt of fear shot through me. What if he started worrying about me? Or what if he stopped—
Before I could worry any more, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed my face down onto the bed. His other hand grabbed on tight to my hip. Scott doubled over me, his chest pressed against my back. Then he started pounding into me. I couldn’t help shouting as I was jolted from the impact of his cock pounding into me. The sound of his balls slapping against my skin and my moans filled the room.
“Scott! Scott!” I shouted, not knowing whether to tell him to slow down or to encourage him. He took it as encouragement. His wrapped a hand around my throat and lifted me back onto my hands and knees. My legs were weak and trembling as he kept me up by my throat, cutting off the rest of my words.
“My fucking slut,” he growled, pushing deep into me for a few seconds. I felt his cock twitch inside of me, brushing against my prostate again, wiping my mind blank. I couldn’t feel anything except my asshole being used as a fuck toy. “What did you call me?”
I couldn’t manage any response besides a whimper. His hand left my throat, finally letting me breathe. His hands went to my hips and I found him manhandling me, bouncing me back onto his cock. I let out yelps rhythmically as he used me, finally letting go and using his entire strength on me. I couldn’t even find the energy to fight back against him moving my entire weight like it was nothing.
“What do you call me, Elliot.” Scott’s voice had dropped to that familiar dangerous whisper. My scrambled mind collected itself just long enough to piece together the correct answer.
“Daddy!” I cried out as he buried his cock deep in my ass again. It didn’t help to slow him down at all and his hips snapped forward to meet my hips bouncing back. With this new rhythm he was able to thrust deep into me. Making me take his entire length inside of me with every bounce.
“Say it,” he snarled, a hand reaching under me to wrap around my cock. I jumped under his touch and then melted against it. My cock had been desperate all day. Now just feeling his grip on it was more than enough to make me forget about everything. He started to jerk me off at the same fast, unforgiving pace as his thrusts.
“Daddy! Daddy, please! Fuck me, use me!” I couldn’t even process the words I was saying as he sped up, my asshole feeling abused but still needy for more. His grip had tightened around my cock. I was feeling so close to my orgasm, stimulated at both ends. “Please, Daddy, cum in me!”
Scott’s pace started to stutter. His hips snapping forward at an odd tempo and his hand moving in a blur as he jerked me off. My back arched and I gasped as my orgasm crashed into me, my cum staining the bedsheets underneath me. My entire body tensed. The sensation only grew and I cried out as he continued to thrust and moan. My legs finally gave out and I fell forward onto the bed. My stomach feeling the warm wetness of my own cum on the sheets.
Daddy, however, didn’t seem very eager to let me off the hook. In seconds, the head of his cock was pressing against my sore hole again. Before I could even think to protest, he pushed back into me. Pounding me into the bed as I grabbed handfuls of the sheets. While I rode out the little aftershocks of my orgasm.
“Oh fuck!” Scott fucked me through his orgasm. I felt him finally pull out leaving my hole gaping after his pounding. There was a moment of silence before he collapsed onto the bed right next to me. Placing a hand on my face and brushing the hair out of my that was stuck to my skin with sweat. “So, how was it?”
“I’m gonna kill you for making me wait,” I muttered before we both laughed.
Scott kissed my shoulder and cuddled up against me. The heat of his body on top of mine was intense, but I was entirely too exhausted to push him away. Instead, I let myself be soothed by his kisses and his hands that stroked my body.
“You’re really okay?” he whispered.
I smiled. “I’m better than okay. That was everything I’ve been dreaming about since... well...” My cheeks pinked. “Probably since I met you.”
“How dirty,” he teased. “Although I was exactly the same way.”
“Who’s the pervert now?” I grinned then gasped as he picked me up. “Do we have to move? I want to stay glued to your bed forever.”
“Right after you take a shower with me. Don’t worry, you won’t have to use your legs much. I’ll take care of you.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “You know what? I know you will, Scott.”
I’d never felt safer than when I was in his arms.
20
Scott
To say that I was happy was an understatement. Elliot was more than anything I could have ever wanted in a partner and that was what he was.
There was a part of me that worried the age thing would be a problem, but it turned out I didn’t have to.
Elliot was smart, curious, and now more than ever, I was glad to be so active. He had dragged me all around LA.
We’d also spent time with my friends and his friends, which hadn’t gone badly. The only thing that was still a problem was the fact that one of my best friends, and Elliot’s father, didn’t know about our relationship.
“I can hear you thinking very hard over there,” Elliot said. He turned over in my arms and stroked his hand down my chest. “What’s up?”
“I hate sneaking around,” I said.
Elliot looked up at me. “We are not sneaking around. I’ve met your friends, and you’ve met mine.”
I gave him a look that said he knew what I meant.
“How about we wait until we are getting married and send my dad an invite,” Elliot suggested.
My heart began racing as I flipped Elliot and covered my body with his. “You think of us getting married one day?”
Elliot's face heated and he tried to hide from me. “It was just a saying,” he mumbled.
“Me too,” I whispered.
“What?” Elliot finally stopped trying to hide from me.
“I think about us getting married too.” My voice was barely above a whisper because even though I thought about it, I never thought it was possible. Elliot was so young I worried he wouldn’t be ready for such a commitment. “Yeah?” I placed a kiss on his lips. “When the time is right, I want everything with you.”
Elliot’s arms tightened aroun
d my neck, pulling me down to him. “Me too,” he whispered, before sealing our lips together for a deeper kiss. A kiss that had my cock making a valiant effort to get back in the game.
I pulled back, “But that also means not hiding from your father.”
Elliot sighed and closed his eyes, “Are you sure, because I really think we should revisit the whole ‘leave the wedding invitation in the mail,’ or better yet our first Christmas card after we get married.”
His voice lowered on married, which I thought was very sweet. Almost like saying it out loud was foreign, but it reinforced to me that he’d thought about it just like I had.
“Your father might be mad for a second, but he’ll come around,” I reassured Elliot, all the while praying I was right. I had a feeling this was not what Jack meant when he said I should look out for his son.
“You’re thinking about it again,” Elliot sighed.
“I am.” I rolled over pulling Elliot with me, so his body was on top of mine. “I love you and I want to spend my life with you. But I also don’t want to hide from your father.” I sighed. “What do we tell him when he comes for a visit and you're still living with me? Will we have to move your clothes over to the guest room every time?”
Elliot's eyes were wide and his mouth open, but no sound came out.
“You love me?”
My eyes widened at his words and I replayed what I had said. Then I realized I had actually blurted the words out. Not that I didn’t mean them, but I just wanted to tell him properly. Also, there was a part of me that worried it was too soon.
Still, I meant it. So I cupped his cheek, looked him in the eye, as I said, “I love you more than I ever thought possible and I know maybe it’s too soon—” Before I could finish my sentence, Elliot cut me off with a kiss.
When he pulled back, he whispered, “I love you too, so much. I didn’t even think I could feel the things I do. With you it’s like my heart is always happy even when you’re not there.”
