Chapter 3 #2
“You okay, boy?” Byron questioned quietly.
“Cold.”
“Don’t worry, Daddy will have you plenty warmed up in a minute.”
“I know.” He happily followed behind Byron until his Daddy decided they were far enough away.
“I think this is a good spot.” Byron dropped down, putting his back against a large tree trunk. He patted his lap.
Mitch lay over Byron’s lap. The familiar position already had him anticipating what was going to happen. His cock had softened when he’d stepped out of the tent and into the cold morning but now, as Mitch was spread out over Byron’s lap, his erection woke right back up.
“Daddy’s only going to pull your pants and briefs past your little round cheeks,” Byron said as he rubbed Mitch’s ass. “You are not to come yet.”
Ah, man. Mitch knew better than to complain out loud though. Byron would withhold Mitch’s orgasm as punishment for him pouting. That was a lesson that Mitch had learned well. Except sometimes that punishment was well worth it when his Daddy finally gave in to him.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Byron said. “I’ll give credit for not whining or pouting.”
Mitch smiled.
Byron moved from rubbing his bottom to squeezing.
Damn, that made his cock perk up. He loved having his Daddy’s hands on him.
Any time. Anywhere. Byron constantly surprised him by grabbing a handful of his ass.
Was his Daddy obsessed? Yes, and Mitch was damn proud of the fact.
He might have even added more squats to his workout routine to keep his butt looking round and high.
“You know how much Daddy loves this cute little bottom.”
“Yes, Daddy.” He made sure to keep his voice low.
“You’re such a good boy,” Byron praised. “Daddy is going to spank you slow and hard. While we’re hiking later, you’ll feel every time that my hand came down on your bottom.”
Mitch shuddered. He wanted that so bad. “Yes, Daddy.”
Byron tugged the back of his sweatpants and briefs below Mitch’s ass cheeks. His Daddy didn’t waste time. His hand came down on Mitch’s right butt cheek before he spanked the left.
Luckily, he was just warming up.
Mitch laid his head down. The quietness of the woods was only broken by the sounds of Byron’s hand coming down on his exposed flesh and their heavy breathing.
It was a beautiful place that his Daddy had taken him.
Private, isolated, and just the two of them.
They didn’t have to share this special time with anyone else.
It was just Mitch and the man that he loved more than anything in the world.
Byron cherished him. Showed him every day how much he loved Mitch in return. Mitch’s body was conditioned to respond to being laid out over Byron’s muscular thighs. He couldn’t help but hump into the side of Byron’s leg.
“You still can’t come,” Byron warned him.
That didn’t mean that Mitch couldn’t feel good for a little bit. He wouldn’t come. Really.
Byron spanked him harder. “I mean it, boy.”
Mitch huffed but stopped trying to rub off on Byron’s leg. He laid his head back down as Byron resumed his spanking. He needed to stop trying to control what was happening and just be.
Closing his eyes, Mitch took a deep breath, before blowing it out.
“That’s my good boy,” Byron murmured.
Now he could feel it. The connection between him and Byron.
Remaining calm, he concentrated on the spot that Byron’s hand came down.
It stung. There was no question that his spankings hurt.
But as soon as Mitch could register the pain, warmth followed, then the sweet tingles Mitch felt throughout his body.
His breath caught.
Mitch’s cock ached.
His head started to become cloudy.
“Daddy.” Mitch gripped Byron’s leg. Held on as he let go and just felt.
“Good boy. My good boy.” Mitch heard. He couldn’t respond though. The fuzziness took over his thoughts even as his body tightened.
* * *
Grant
Grant had the fire started and was currently brewing up a pan of coffee while he laid out ingredients for breakfast for his boy and their friends. Spotting Byron carrying Mitch out of the woods, Grant grinned. He poured some coffee into a second mug as Byron reached the campsite.
“He good?” Grant asked softly. By the blissed-out expression on Mitch’s face, Grant already knew the answer.
“Yeah,” Byron replied just as quietly. He carefully sat with his back to a log while cradling his boy. “He started getting cold even if he doesn’t realize it yet.”
True, Mitch probably didn’t realize anything at the moment as he came out of subspace but Byron was a great Daddy and looked out for the boy.
“He had trouble settling but he eventually went under. I thought my hand would give out before he finally surrendered,” Byron murmured. He was gazing at Mitch with so much love that Grant had to look away.
There had been times when Grant had worried that Mitch would continue to push Byron away and would never get what he needed.
Mitch had been so stubborn. As Mitch was one of Grant’s oldest and dearest friends, Grant was truly happy for the couple.
And seeing Mitch cuddled up to Byron’s chest though.
Yeah, that finally pushed the last remaining worries away for good.