Chapter 9 #2
“Pumpkin. Are you getting ready to cry? Daddy hasn’t even spanked you yet.
” He laughs. And then he’s groping his boy’s cock, hand between his legs as he caresses and squeezes.
Samuel trembles and rocks into the touch, smooth legs closing on his hand.
He whimpers and holds on tighter, offering his mouth for a kiss.
“Good boy. This is a very juicy little place, pumpkin. You’re making such a mess, aren’t you? And you’re so hard. What a hard little prick. Naughty, slutty little boy,” he growls and spanks the boy’s cock with two fingers.
Samuel cries out, and then he’s coming, body shuddering, wetness spreading all over his panties.
“You naughty little thing,” He growls and hauls Samuel forward, face down onto his lap. Samuel goes with a shocked gasp, instantly humping against Bryan’s clothed leg, still coming.
Bryan yanks his panties down, and that must scrape against Samuel’s cock because he yells and grinds down desperately, thrusting roughly against Bryan’s thigh.
“Slutty little boy, what did Daddy say? What did I promise to give you, huh?”
“Until I break, Daddy. Then you’ll have to be in my hole, but it’s going to hurt, Daddy. Please, don’t!”
“Oh, pumpkin. It’s not a bad hurt, is it?
” He asks, and he feels crazed, like a man possessed, needing in a way he hasn’t ever felt before.
He goes straight for Samuel’s hole, spreading his pale cheeks and peering at the tight little ring, any reservations he had about anal play or anal sex evaporating the moment he sees how beautiful Samuel’s hole is.
How tight and flushed and pink, glistening with lube.
“You’re wet here, too, pumpkin.”
“Daddy? I knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away. I wanted to be ready for you. To prove I could be good.”
He grunts and squeezes Samuel’s cheeks, spanks him a few times just to hear the sound and get an idea of how it will feel. His own cock is so hard it must be purple and his underwear is damp from where he’s leaking pre-come, too.
“Daddy’s gonna fill this tight little hole up once you’ve had your spanking.
Don’t you doubt it. Fuck, what a pretty sight.
How tight you are, honey? Tight and hot and wanting Daddy’s touch.
” He brushes his thumb over the boy’s ring, using his palm to keep the boy exposed.
He presses his thumb in and watches raptly as it sinks in, swallowed right up.
“Oh, Daddy.” His leg falls open, dropping to the floor, and he pushes back, wanting his finger deeper.
He works his thumb in and out, shocked at the sensation, how perfect it is. How warm and wet and tight. So fucking tight.
“Did you play with this little hole, Samuel? It’s very pink.”
“Daddy, I had to!”
“You didn’t. You’re just a slutty little thing who feels empty all the time, isn’t that right? Couldn’t wait for Daddy to get home and take care of you. What’s a Daddy to do with such a pretty, naughty boy? How am I supposed to resist you, huh?”
And then he spanks him. Hard and fast, interspersed with caresses and squeezes, then he drags his nails up and down the flesh, listening in wonder as his boy gets louder and louder.
Bryan doesn’t even attempt to count. He just wants to watch Sammy’s flesh move and shake, wants to hear him whimper, wants that tight hole to wink and clench at him.
That little hole is inviting him in.
His boy gets red fast, the tears falling, and his sobs becoming long and continuous, punctuated with gasping breaths. And then he’s writhing, as if he wants to get away, and Bryan has to trap his legs with his thigh, put a hand on the back of the boy’s neck as he rains down blows.
He goes until his boy surrenders. A noticeable change in how limp he is. “There you go. All done now. Hot little cheeks and an empty hole. You ready to get fucked, pumpkin? Is that little hole needy for Daddy’s cock? Tell Daddy how much you want it.”
Samuel’s breath hitches, and he makes a soft sound. “Please,” he whispers.
Bryan gathers him up. His boy is weak, and Bryan hauls him up and lays him back down on the bed. He lies there passively, feet on the floor, head turned to the side, and his cheeks flushed and pink from crying. He sniffles and swallows hard. His thumb finds its way back to his mouth.
Bryan strips, gets himself naked, and Samuel turns his head, looks at him with hunger.
Bryan helps him sit up, takes off his nightie, and then gets his underwear off his ankles so he’s naked.
“What do you think, sweetheart? Ass up or missionary?”
He knows ass up is easier for a bottom to take, and he wants Samuel to be comfortable.
“I opened myself up, Daddy. I need to kiss you. See you.”
“Good boy. That’s what Daddy wants too,” he says, and gets into the nightstand. He slicks his cock thoroughly. “No condoms. This is all for you.”
Samuel blushes up his chest and into his cheeks.
He adds lube to Samuel’s hole, slipping a finger into him and then two, watching as his eyes close and he smiles as if Bryan’s fingers deep in his ass is the most perfect thing in the world.
“You happy, pumpkin?”
“Love it.”
“Cock greedy boy.”
“Yeah,” he whispers, and wraps his arms around Bryan’s neck. Bryan lowers himself and takes Samuel’s mouth with his own, pressing his tongue inside, loving the wet glide and the taste of his boy.
“Please,” Samuel gasps, and Bryan notches the head of his cock to Samuel’s hole and presses.
“Oh,” his boy says, quietly exhaling. He’s pushing out, and Bryan supports his cock with a hand, easing it into his boy’s tight passage. “Fuck, Daddy. Yes,” he breathes, and Bryan doesn’t stop until he’s seated.
He gives his boy time to adjust, kisses his boy’s neck as he waits for his boy to relax, for his hole to stop clenching and trying to push him out.
He nuzzles Samuel and gives him praise. And then he slips his hand down between his boy's legs and rubs around his rim where they're joined. Samuel arches up into his touch, passage clenching hard on Bryan’s cock.
Samuel comes between them, and something in Bryan snaps.
It feels like he's been hard forever, and the need to empty his balls and come is the only thing he can think about. He thrusts quickly. Samuel holds on for dear life as Bryan rides him harder than he probably should.
“Fuck. I have to come, baby. I’m sorry. It’s been too long, and you’re such a tease. How do you get Daddy so hard, huh?”
“Please, please,” he begs, and tries to adjust his hips so Bryan can go deeper, slam his balls flat against Samuel’s, straining for that last fraction of an inch. He groans out his orgasm, stuttering and holding himself deeply as he comes.
“Good boy. You’re perfect, Sammy.”