by Quinn Ward
“Such a good boy,” he praised me, rubbing my back with one hand as the other inserted the nozzle into me. “If you like this, I’ll buy you a kit for the shower so you can get yourself ready whenever you need Daddy’s cock inside of you.”
God, I wanted that. All of it. I clenched my eyes closed and pictured myself in the bed on my hands and knees, presenting myself for Daddy’s inspection. The rush of warm water as Daddy cleaned me was uncomfortable, but not painful like I’d imagined it’d be. Within seconds, I pleaded with Daddy to make it stop, to let me sit down on the toilet, but he kept going.
“We’re almost done,” he assured me, his voice low and words measured. “You’re doing so well. You’ve made me very happy.”
His praise made the discomfort worthwhile. I clenched my muscles as tight as I could when he started pulling the bulb nozzle out of my butt, terrified that I’d release nasty water all over the bathroom floor. Daddy led me to the toilet. As soon as my butt hit the seat, water came gushing out of me, along with a sigh of relief. I’d read horror stories of boys whose daddies made them hold the water in, and I couldn’t figure out how that was possible.
“Good job, Angel,” Daddy whispered, dragging his fingers through my hair. It was only then that I realized what I’d just done in front of him and my face burned as brightly as my backside. I tried burying my face in my hands, but Daddy crooked a finger beneath my chin, forcing my gaze up to his. “Take a minute and then we’re going to do it again.”
“Do we have to?” I whined, jerking out of his grip. “I already told you I’ve done everything I’m supposed to so I’m ready. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
Yes, I’d survived my first enema, but I wasn’t eager to go through it again.
“Angel, who’s in charge here?” he growled, already in front of the sink adjusting the taps again.
“You are, Daddy.” My shoulders slumped forward, and I rested my forearms on my knees. “I’m sorry. I just… why do we have to do it twice? Shouldn’t once be enough?”
“Perhaps, but you’re going to do it again because it’ll make me happy to help you with this,” he explained. I grimaced, knowing fighting him was a lost cause. “The offer of going to bed still stands. I won’t be upset with you, but if you want me to make love to you tonight, you’ll do this. Do you want to keep going?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I took his outstretched hand and let him guide me back to the vanity. My hands shook as I steadied myself, letting Daddy position me. Knowing what was coming made it easier for me to take the bulb this time, and I reminded myself we’d go to bed as soon as this was over. I moaned when I felt the water filling me. Daddy stroked my dick, keeping me hard the entire time.
“I want you to hold it this time,” he told me as he pulled the nozzle from my hole. My entire body quaked with determination to make him proud. Sharp pains lanced my abdomen and I was sure I’d fail him. The cramps had me doubling over as I tried focusing on Daddy’s hand massaging my neck. “So good, boy. You’re almost done. Just a few more seconds.”
“Okay, Daddy,” I ground out. If this dragged on much longer, my knees were going to give out.
Daddy kissed the side of my head as his hand slid around my back. He guided me to the toilet again, this time crouching in front of me. It was the most horrifying experience of my life, knowing he expected me to relax and empty myself with him rubbing my thighs. I wanted to beg for privacy, but knew my request would be denied.
“You finish up here while I get the shower ready for you,” he instructed me. I breathed out a sigh of relief that I’d keep at least a bit of my dignity intact. I didn’t bother arguing that I’d showered earlier, because whatever Daddy wanted was what we’d do.
As nearly scalding water pelted my back, I once again found myself bent over, this time using the tile seat at the back of the shower for support. Daddy knelt behind me, spreading my cheeks wide as his thumbs dragged over my hole. One thumb breached me and I closed my eyes, repeating my mantra to stay calm. It worked, and I felt Daddy push deeper.
“That’s a good boy.” I rocked back, wanting more of him. “So greedy. Later, you’re going to tell me what caused this shift in you.”
I’d have told him right then if he’d asked. My nerves ramped up as the second thumb joined the first. The burn wasn’t as bad as I’d remembered the first time, but Daddy also wasn’t as deep as he’d been that night.
“This okay?” I nodded, shivering when I felt a cool burst of air from his words across my hole. When Daddy spread my cheeks farther apart, my breath hitched, waiting to see what came next. I was not expecting his tongue back there, but holy god almighty did it feel good. He flicked my entrance while his hand slid between my thighs.
A finger pressed against my entrance, smaller than I’d expected. Realizing it was his pinky, I relaxed, loving him for being considerate of my fears. I hadn’t told him how much I’d played with myself back there while he was gone, experimenting to see if I could get over my fears. And I had, which was no small victory.
I rocked back as Daddy pulled his finger out of me, grunting when he pushed back in, this time not with his pinky. The pressure as he opened me wasn’t entirely uncomfortable. I was no longer oblivious to my prostate or how it felt when something brushed up against it, but the sensation was more intense when it was Daddy’s finger massaging me in there. I moaned and started humping his finger.
My legs shook and a foot slipped on the wet tile floor, causing Daddy to quickly pull out of me to catch me before I fell.
“Let’s take this into the bedroom, Angel,” he suggested. I melted into Daddy’s embrace as he turned off the water and dried me. “Go into the bedroom and lie down on your side. I’m going to get the things we’ll need tonight.”
I did as Daddy directed. As I waited for him, I was struck with the urge to play with myself to give Daddy a show. He liked to refer to me as his shy boy because I flushed so easily when he whispered dirty hints of what he wanted to do to me while we were in public. His favorite fantasy seemed to be pushing a finger into my crease while we walked down a dark sidewalk. I wasn’t sure I could ever let go enough to let him do that, but as I lay there waiting for him, I closed my eyes and imagined what it’d be like.
I sucked a finger into my mouth since I didn’t have any lube handy, then slid it over my taint, applying just enough pressure to feel it inside. I stifled a moan because dang did it feel good. Breathing steadily, I pressed the tip of my finger against my entrance, exhaling deeply as I pushed into my body. I worried Daddy would hear me groaning and think something was wrong, so I bit down on my forearm hard enough I knew there would be marks.
“I should be upset with you for starting without me,” Daddy scolded me when he walked into the room. I was so far gone I couldn’t bring myself to care. If he wanted to be mad, he could spank me or put me in the corner for quiet time later. I could feel the orgasm swelling inside of me, and knowing Daddy was watching made it even hotter than I’d imagined possible.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I apologized half-heartedly. When I started pulling my hand away from my butt, Daddy’s fingers clamped around my wrist.
“Don’t you dare apologize, boy.” Daddy climbed over me, still holding my arm in place. He lay down facing me and started guiding my finger in and out of my body. I winced when the friction got uncomfortable. Daddy reached over my body, pausing to kiss my shoulder before grabbing a bottle of lube. We made a mess as he poured a liberal amount of slick near my hole and started helping me fuck myself again. Eventually, he stilled my hand. “I want you to leave your finger right there and contract your muscles.”
“Oh god,” I moaned as Daddy repositioned my hand slightly. Without ever allowing me to pull my hand free, Daddy continued directing me on when to contract and relax. My dick leaked a steady stream of pre-cum, aching for release. My balls felt so heavy they hurt, but no matter how much I begged, Daddy refused to stroke me.
He drizzled more lube around my hole before r
eleasing my hand. “Keep that up, Angel, just like I showed you. And do not touch that gorgeous cock. Your orgasm is mine.”
I nearly came from the words alone. I kept milking my prostate as I watched Daddy open a condom and roll it down his length. I needed him more than I’d ever feared penetration. He coated his dick with lube and stroked himself a few more times. “You still sure this is what you want?”
“Yes, Daddy! Please, I need to come so bad and I want to do it while you’re inside me,” I pleaded, unsure how much longer I could hold out.
He opened another bottle, adding a bit to the lube in his palm. “I want this to be good for you, so we’re going to try this. It’ll help with the initial pain.”
I was turned on enough I wasn’t sure there would be any pain now, but I was grateful for the consideration. I’d do whatever possible to keep from another failed attempt to make love to Daddy. He lay on his back, pulling me over him. “You’re going to do the work this time, Angel. You’ll be in total control of how much you take and how fast we go.”
I’d read this was supposed to be a better position for people like me who weren’t sure they wanted to take a dick up their butt, but I hadn’t suggested it because I’d doubted Daddy would give up that much control. I should’ve known he wouldn’t have an issue with this position; he’d proven time and again he was all about making sure I was okay.
“Reach around behind yourself and hold the base of my cock,” he directed me. I scooted backward until I felt the head of his dick touching my skin. “Push up on your knees so you can reach around and spread yourself. It’ll be easier this way.”
I followed his instructions. Daddy lifted his hips off the mattress, nudging my hole. Desperation and anxiety warred in my mind. Desperation dared me to impale myself on him just to get it over with and see how it felt, but my anxiety wanted slow, teasing glides across my prostate. Possibly sensing the mistake I was about to make, Daddy dug his fingers into my hips. “Nice and slow, Angel. Want to feel your hole stretching around my cock. We have nowhere to be so there’s no reason to rush.”
I thought Daddy was going to touch my dick the way I’d been begging him to, but instead he wrapped his fingers around the base and squeezed. “You seemed to like having your prostate milked; I may have to get you some toys. A cock ring to wrap right here to keep you from coming before I’m ready to let you and a prostate massager that can just sit inside of you for hours. Would you like that, Angel?”
Do I tell him I have a massager locked away at home?
“Yes, Daddy,” I responded. “Can you fuck me now?”
My cheeks flushed at the vulgarity of my request. I wasn’t sure why, but I avoided cursing whenever Daddy and I were together. It felt… wrong to curse around him.
“I told you, tonight you’re going to take what you need.” With that reminder, he guided my body lower until the head of his dick pressed against my entrance. I breathed out and relaxed as I lowered my body, grunting at the burn when he first breached me.
Compared to the first time we’d tried this, I was in heaven. It wasn’t comfortable, but I could believe it’d get better once my body adjusted to his girth. I sank lower, then lifted slightly, repeating the motion to take a bit more of him with every thrust.
It was like a light switch flipping on when the pain gave way to pleasure. Daddy’s hands glided easily up my body over the sheen of sweat that broke out from the exertion of trying to not come until he let me. He tweaked my nipples and I bit down on my lip, trying to keep from crying out. He pulled my body down to his, fisting his fingers in my hair as our mouths crashed together.
As I relaxed, Daddy started thrusting into me, so in tune with my body he knew when to back off. “You ready to come, Angel?”
“Please Daddy, need it so bad. Can’t wait much longer.” He reached between our bodies and stroked me in time with his thrusts inside of me. It only took a few tugs before my body felt like it shattered, wave after wave of the orgasm crashing over me. Unlike the other times I’d come, this orgasm felt never-ending and my entire body shook.
Daddy wrapped his arms around my back, lifting himself off the bed as he continued pounding into me. “So good, Angel. Your ass is going to be the death of me. Fuck that’s… oh god…”
His praise grew strangled and incoherent as his body stilled. He seemed as affected as I’d been, biting down on my shoulder as he came. Daddy shoved his hand between our bodies as I rolled off him. “Easy. You don’t want to pull off too fast. It’s painful and can make things messy.”
I glanced at the cum coating Daddy’s stomach and laughed. “I’m pretty sure that ship’s already sailed. And you know I like a little pain.”
“Not like this, you wouldn’t,” he warned me. And he was right. I winced at the sudden emptiness, even though I had followed his directions. He grumbled as he sat up. “Stay there. I need to clean up this mess you made.”
“It was your fault,” I teased.
“Better watch it unless you want some corner time before bed.” I pursed my lips together, because I couldn’t imagine a punishment worse right then than being alone.
He came back to bed and pulled me to his chest. I rolled over, kissing directly above his heart. The words I’d been afraid would scare him off no longer made me anxious. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you, too, Angel. It’s good to be home.”
14
Levi
“You don’t have to go if you’d rather stay home,” Teo said as I reluctantly tossed off the blankets. It was moving day for his brother’s family, and I was looking forward to spending a bit more time with them without both of us focusing on Matteo’s anxiety.
It’d been almost a week since Matteo had sleepily told me he loved me as he drifted off to sleep, and it was hard to remember what life had been like before him. We’d spent every night together, and every time we’d gone to his house to get another change of clothes, his mama eyed me suspiciously, as if she knew I resented him having a home other than mine. While I sincerely meant my offer to help Freddie and Peter move, I’d developed ulterior motives. If everything went well today, I hoped the next time we moved it’d be him officially agreeing to live with me.
“We promised Freddie we’d be there,” I reminded Teo. “Get your ass in gear or there won’t be time for your morning spanking.”
That caught my boy’s attention. He threw back the covers from his side of the bed and zipped past me on his way to the bathroom.
“Want to shower together to save time?” he called out.
“It doesn’t work that way and you damn well know it.” We’d showered together almost every day this week and every time, it led to mutual orgasms. Sometimes I’d get him off, others I’d sit on the small seat in the shower, jerking off while I told him how to make himself come. My kinky boy who used to worry he was broken seemed to be making up for lost time, with as often as he begged me to let him get off.
“Can’t blame me for trying,” I heard him grumble to himself as I passed the closed bathroom door. No, I definitely couldn’t, but if we got naked now, we’d never make it over to his brother’s townhome, and it was important to me that they like me.
Breakfast was almost done when a freshly showered Matteo stumbled into the room. I held out a can of Coke for him. I’d been trying to wean him off the crap, but he still drank a can every morning. When I scolded him, he’d point out that it wasn’t much different from my coffee addiction and suggested we both cut the caffeine. Since that wasn’t happening, I’d conceded and allowed him his morning fix.
“I don’t know why they want me helping,” he said between bites of cereal. “It’s almost guaranteed I’m going to break something and then I’ll feel bad.”
“You’ll be fine,” I reassured him. “If you decide you need a break, let me know and we’ll find a quiet place for a few minutes. They love you. They’ll understand.”
“But they shouldn’t have to,” he complained. “I’m tired of everyo
ne having to make accommodations for me all the time. When does it all get to be too much for everyone and then I’ll wind up all alone because it’s easier that way? Frankie deals with it at work all the time, pulling me into the cooler when my brain shorts out. Mama still takes care of my laundry and paying my bills because she knows I’ll forget about it. You deal with me here, telling me when to eat and when it’s time to go to bed or wake up. Why can’t I just be a functional adult?”
I let my spoon fall to the counter and rushed to scoop Matteo into my arms. I wasn’t sure where things had gone wrong, but he was quickly unraveling. I held him tightly against my chest and kissed the side of his head. “You are functional, Angel. We all have our issues to deal with, but you’re lucky that you have so many people who love you and want to help you succeed. Think about the writing; that’s something you did all on your own without anyone telling you what to do.”
“But that’s just a way for me to mess around. It’s like journaling, but letting the world read about it,” he argued.
I disagreed. He didn’t realize I’d read every article he’d written. At the time, I’d justified my silence because I didn’t want him worrying I’d get upset with anything I read, but now I realized that’d been a mistake. My boy needed to understand how proud I was of what he was doing. It may not pay the bills, but it was a goal he’d achieved without anyone’s help.
I led him into the living room and sat on the couch. He tried pulling away from me, but when I tightened my grip around his hand, he sat on my lap. “What’s going on, Angel? You were in a good mood earlier.”
Matteo shrugged.
“Not good enough. Talk to me.”
“My brothers all have these amazing lives,” he explained. His words were so quiet I could barely hear him. “I want that, but I’m never going to have it.”
