Chapter 21 - Miles #2
“On the bed, boy. You’ll get all the pain you wanted and then some.”
I scrambled to lay out on the mattress, face down, and I heard Atlas leave the room and head into the kitchen, his feet padding against the linoleum. What was he doing? We’d tried food in the bedroom, and neither of us cared for it.
Something clinked as he came into the room, and I saw he held a bowl in his left hand. “What’s that, Daddy?”
His eyes flashed with unmitigated sadism, and my balls tightened in anticipation.
What had I gotten myself into? “Since I don’t want to actually injure you, this ass can only take a little bit more.
But I had an idea of something else we could try.
” He reached into the bowl and pulled out a piece of ice.
My eyes shot wide when my mind conjured all the ways he could torture me with that.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he placed the ice on my right cheek. Given how hot it was, the cold was almost a relief. Then he placed a second cube on my left.
“No matter what happens, baby, you are not to move. If you do, you will only prolong your punishment.”
Got it, no squirming. But fuck, now that I couldn’t, I was so turned on that I wanted to squirm if only to give my dick some relief. Shit.
Atlas rubbed the melting ice into my cooling cheeks now, and the pain from the bruises I’d earned that morning flared under his harsh touch. I hissed but stayed deathly still.
“Good boy.”
I felt him wipe his wet hands on the sheets then reach into the bowl again. Before I could take a breath, I felt a piece of ice at the top of my crack, and I jolted, gasping.
“I’m sorry, Daddy!”
Atlas smacked my right cheek hard.
“Fuck!”
“I told you to stay still, baby.” He hummed. “But in truth, I know you can’t help it. I just thought you’d enjoy being punished for it.”
Damn, Daddy had my number.
“So squirm all you want, and I’ll take it out on your ass.” I couldn’t see him, but I just knew he was smirking. “Color, baby?”
“Green, Daddy, so green.”
He chuckled before pressing the ice he’d left melting at the top of my crack between my cheeks. I shouted as the freezing water trickled down, toward my stuffed hole. Dammit, that was cold as fuck.
He smacked my left cheek before spreading my ass wide. His hands clutched my globes hard, the pain swirling and coalescing inside me, as he did what I could only assume was stare at my plugged hole. What evil thing did he have planned next?
In the next minute, I felt him lick up my chilled crack, and his warm tongue created a startling contrast that had my dick throbbing. Not evil, then.
Once my skin had returned to a somewhat normal temperature, Atlas reached for the plug and started tugging it from me.
I cried out as it scraped against my rim, stretching me to my limits before it popped free.
I heard a quick pump of lube from the nightstand—within reach of where Atlas sat—before three of his fingers entered me.
I knew it was three because he’d fingered me before, on more than one occasion. That plug had been big enough that three was comfortable, stretched as I was, and at the sensation, I knew I was ready to take his dick. God, I hoped that was his plan.
But apparently my Daddy had something else in mind, because he told me to flip over. In what was no small feat, he kept his three fingers in my ass as I did, and I shuddered as they twisted inside me, as I relished the feeling of fullness I wasn’t used to.
With his fingers still filling my hole, he reached for the ice bowl again, and I shivered in anticipation of where he’d put the next cube.
I knew he’d keep me safe, which was likely why he hadn’t put it directly on—or god, in—my hole, but there were plenty of other sensitive spots on my body that would react strongly to such intense temperature play.
Sure enough, the next ice cube was pressed against my left nipple, and I bucked against my Daddy’s fingers, effectively fucking myself on them.
I’d only bottomed a few times, all before Atlas, but even those didn’t feel like this.
Because this was my Daddy taking care of me, despite how well he was unleashing the pain I lived for.
“Stay still, boy.” I froze, wary of where his hand would spank me given my sore ass was hidden, scratching against the sheets. My cock suddenly felt extremely exposed. But instead of smacking it with his hand, he pulled the ice off my nipple and teased it along my heated shaft, making me cry out.
“Fuck!”
Atlas just breathed a laugh as he moved the melting ice to my right nipple this time, hardening it instantly.
I fisted the sheets so I didn’t squirm—not so much because I didn’t want whatever his punishment would entail but because I wanted to move on to the part where he shoved his dick in my ass.
I was fucking feral for it at this point.
“Daddy, please,” I begged, whimpering as he dragged the ice up my shaft again.
A shiver ran through me as I watched Atlas put the ice in his mouth then leaned down to kiss up my cock, tiny bites of freezing cold peeking out from between his lips and making me cry out.
This was driving me absolutely wild. “Please.”
But instead of raising up and moving to fuck me, he flashed me that signature evil grin and closed his mouth over the head of my dick.
“Goddammit!” I screamed, thankful once again that Atlas had no neighbors nearby. Even warmed by Atlas’s mouth, that ice on the sensitive tip of my cock was excruciating in the best way. “Daddy!”
The heat between us melted the ice quickly—the water dripped down my dick and pooled around my balls, sliding down my crack on its way to the sheets—and soon, the warmth of Atlas’s mouth had chased away the pain, leaving only the most intense pleasure as he sucked my dick like he was trying to suck my soul out of my body.
If he’d kept going, I was convinced he would’ve succeeded.
But none too soon, he pulled off, flashing me a grin and pulling his fingers out of my ass. I hated the hollowness I felt in his absence, and the utter desolation had me sobbing. “Please, Daddy, please. I’m so empty—I need you to fill me up. Please.”
“Sweet boy,” Atlas cooed, leaning forward to find my lips with his, and I sunk into the bliss that was his talented mouth on mine. “You were such a good boy for me. You deserve a reward.”
I just nodded as he stretched for more lube, slicked up his cock, then reached down to guide his dick into my stretched hole.
Despite all the prep, I felt every inch of him as he slid carefully inside me.
His substantial length made this even better.
I needed to be full of him, needed to feel the aftereffects of him inside me tomorrow and the day after, if I could manage it.
I needed a good, hard fuck. I needed him to remind me who I belonged to.
“Fuck me hard, Daddy. Please.”
Atlas kissed my forehead, each side of my face, then my lips as he seated himself fully inside my ass, his balls tapping my sore cheeks.
God, this was everything I wanted. My Daddy was inside me, claiming me as his own.
Though I thoroughly enjoyed topping, right now, this was absolute perfection. “Of course, my sweet baby boy.”
Those words of endearment and unending affection caressed me inside and out as Atlas pulled back then slid in deeper.
He thrust slowly, maddeningly so, making me ache with the tenderness.
His lips claimed mine again, tongue pressing forward to entice me into opening for him.
I did without question. My entire soul was open to him in this perfect moment of indescribable beauty.
His tongue owned my mouth as his thrusts picked up speed, and though I knew he had little experience physically topping, every slide of his cock against my prostate and all the sensitive nerves inside me was utter bliss, and I felt my orgasm building quickly.
My sadistic Daddy slowed down, gripping the base of my cock and squeezing, making me call out again at the pain. He’d known I was close, and I hadn’t had his permission to come.
Atlas reached for something in the nightstand drawer, his thrusts stopping completely but his cock staying fully sheathed inside me as he pulled a toy out of the drawer. When I recognized it, I groaned. “No, Daddy, not the ring!”
He just nodded as he slid the simple silicone ring around the base of my cock, effectively staving off my orgasm. “Yes, the ring. It will make sure you’re a good boy while I’m fucking you.” His eyes sparkled. “And it will ensure you’re still hard enough to fuck me after I fill you up with my cum.”
My eyes shot wide. “We’re flip fucking?”
He laughed. “Yes, baby. I need to feel you in my ass, too.”
I nodded repeatedly, eager to be inside him once again. Until this moment, I hadn’t realized I wanted that. I would’ve felt robbed if he’d left tomorrow before I had experienced that with him one last time.
The thought was sobering, but I pushed it away as Atlas started moving again. I squeezed my ass around him as his breathing sped up, urging him to finish. “I want your cum, Daddy. Please, fill me up. Mark me. Claim every part of me as yours.”
Atlas sped up until his thrusts were frantic, and I felt his dick grow impossibly large inside me before he cried out, unleashing his cum in my needy hole, making me well and truly his.
He fucked me through it, every slide of his cock in my cum-soaked ass delectable and filthy. I loved feeling him start to drip out of me.
He stopped, catching his breath for a few moments. But just when I was about to ask if we should flip around, he pulled out, shoved my legs up to my chest, and dove in, lapping his cum from my hole. Shit, that shouldn’t be so hot.
I shivered as his hot tongue danced around my rim and drove inside my hole, collecting his cum, and I felt completely owned, wanted, desired. But because he was Atlas, he upped the ante, stretching over my body and planting his lips on mine to feed me his cum.
I’d never eaten cum from my own ass before—I’d never eaten cum from anyone’s ass, to be fair—but this moment with my Daddy was so intimate, so special that I sucked every drop from his tongue as he fed it to me.
The taste of him mixed with my own body overwhelmed me, and tears began to leak from my eyes as our frenzied kisses slowed.
When he pulled back, he leaned in to kiss my tears from each temple. “You okay, baby?”
I nodded, sniffing. “Yes, Daddy. This is just . . . it’s perfect.”
Atlas was quiet for a few moments as he gazed into my eyes, seeing into my soul. “It is, baby.”
We just stared at each other for a long time, melding our hearts together, until he finally moved away. “Now.” He reached for my still-hard cock and slid off the ring, which made me cry out. My dick was so sensitive, and his touch brought how much I needed relief back into focus.
“Daddy, please. I need you.”
“I know, baby.” Atlas took another pump of lube, then his hand curled behind him. Not wanting to miss this, I pumped a bit of lube for myself.
“I want to help, Daddy.”
Atlas’s eyes flashed with lust and love, and he twisted until he was straddling me backward like he did last night. But this time, I was getting a front-row seat to him fingering himself, and my dick twitched at the sight.
His ass wiggled in front of me, a reminder. “Right. Sorry.” Reaching up, I slid a single finger beside his on his next stroke, and he moaned as both of our fingers stretched him. Soon, I was able to add another, then he did the same, just because we wanted to.
Somehow, even this felt indescribably intimate. Every touch, emotion, caress was heightened tonight, whether from his imminent departure or the newly confessed love between us. It didn’t matter why. I was just reveling in it.
When he was opened enough, he spun back around and prepared to sit on my cock, a frequent position. But I had another idea. “Can I be on top, Daddy? I want to make you feel good.”
Atlas’s hand cupped my cheek. “You always do, baby.” He lifted up then laid down beside me. “It’s time for you to claim me as yours.”
I reached up to card my fingers through his hair as I slid inside him, meeting very little resistance. We were quiet as we fucked unhurriedly, meaningfully, letting our desire build slowly as we enjoyed this last joining of our bodies and souls.
And when I finally came inside him, lips fused as we cried out together and he spilled a second load between us, I knew my heart would be his for always.