Page 91 of Full Body Hit, Part 1

“Okay. I’m…I’m—fuck, Daddy.”

Auston shifted on the couch, covered in sweat and cooling come and not giving a single shit. “That’s it. Be good and take it all.”

“Oh.” Charlie panted loudly. “It’s in.”

“How does it feel?”

“Like…a lot. I’ve never done anything so soon after coming. It’s just a lot.”

“Yeah? Do you have any fucking idea how deep I’d be in you right now if I were there? I’d make you come on my fingers just so I could fuck you when you’re like this, whining and overstimulated.”

“Fuck.”

Auston clenched and unclenched his fist, trying to syphon the directionless aggression in his blood. “Start moving now, honey. Come on.”

“I—oh. Fuck. It’s…Daddy…”

“Keep going. Be good for me now.”

Auston could tell Charlie was doing exactly as he was being asked, noises just dripping out of him unchecked, high, punched-out sounds and little grunts as the plug was forced inside him over and over again.

Auston squeezed the head of his cock. He wouldn’t be able to come again, but he was getting hard, thick cock plumping up, blood rushing south.

“D-Daddy,” Charlie breathed.

“Are you hard?”

“Yeah. Yeah, please, can I—”

“No,” Auston cut in immediately.

“Daddy.” Charlie gasped, shock obvious.

“This isn’t for you. It’s for me. Those are my fingers fucking into you right now, just to watch you squirm.”

Charlie whined, loud and long.

“Are you complaining?”

“No, Daddy, I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good. Please, please.”

“Keep going. Open yourself up. This is just training so that when I get inside you, I don’t split you open.”

“Oh, God,” his baby sobbed. “I want you to. Please, I want you to.”

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you? To carve you open until you make space for me?”

“Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah—” Charlie grunted, voice trailing into nonsense, an amalgamation of please and Daddy and yeah.

Auston could tell when it was truly getting to be too much, Charlie gasping for breath desperately, every puff of air sounding wet like he was crying, his ability to form actual words lost.

A dark, clawed satisfaction purred inside Auston’s chest. Mine, it said, and the proof was right there, Charlie doing everything Auston asked for even if it hurt.

“Okay, baby. Slow down, now. You can stop.”

Charlie was sobbing openly. “Please can I come? Please? I’m so…I’m so—”

“No, honey. You’ve been so, so good—this isn’t any sort of punishment, okay? It’s just that I know you can be this perfect. Get off the plug, honey. Get on the bed.”