3. BENJI
I’d only ever played with a toy that was his length, and even then, toys just weren’t like the real thing. Toys didn’t have the knee-jerk reaction that a human body did. They didn’t pulse, they didn’t throb, they didn’t fill your insides with a creamy center—not unless you paid for the fancy ones.
My body had every right to feel scared and unprepared, even if I had prepared and I was ready.
My brain—as well as my mouth, lips, and throat—had all processed how big Daddy Max’s dick was, and just how much skin I had to play with.
All that foreskin. He could’ve stretched out an extra inch .
. . if it worked like that. I was circumcised, so who knew if that made it smaller, five-something inches.
Not like it mattered, I was a bottom, so things fucked me.
Those things being the man in front of me, and life.
As Daddy Max traveled down my body with his fingers on the outside of the onesie, he asked me questions.
His words were whispered, tickling my skin into a layer of goosebumps.
“Tell me what a day for you is like,” he said.
“Don’t leave out any details.” He hooked a finger inside the onesie from the zipper, slowly bringing it down and open.
Daddy kissed my torso as I tensed my muscles. “You’re a workaholic, then,” he whispered. “You live to serve.”
He was right. I did. “I—uh—”
“Tell me more about the podcast,” he said.
I giggled again. “It’s nothing, it’s silly, it’s—”
“Tell me.” He leaned against my chest, raised the T-shirt, and tried to bite me.
“It’s this guy, he reads fairy tales, they—they help me relax,” I said.
“Best when I’m in little space. There’s hundreds of episodes, so I just tune into a random one, and it’s good.
I’ll—I’ll listen to them when I work out, when I go to work, and even at work when I’m doing prep and review work, but only one headphone. Don’t tell my boss.”
He continued to kiss me like he was giving each part of my skin attention, as if ready to do it to every part of me. “You like bedtime stories?” he asked.
“Anything, as long as it has a happy ending.”
Looking at me, he smiled. “I like a happy ending. Now, I’m gonna turn you on your front, because I’m an eater, and your ass has been begging for me.”
I nodded. He wasn’t lying. It had been begging. “When are you putting the cuffs on me.”
“Once I’ve decided whether I like you on your back or your belly.”
Flipping me over, he carefully pulled back the onesie to reveal my back.
His fingers traveled down, forcing me to make an arch, dipping my back low, and bringing my ass up slow.
I didn’t care what position he put me in, as long as he was touching me.
It was the most physical contact I’d been shown, and my body craved each brush of his fingertips.
He pulled the onesie further down, then hiked my ass higher with both of his thick hands on my thighs.
“I didn’t mean to dress you, only to undress you,” he said. He pushed my briefs down my ass and revealed the work and effort of many weighted squat sessions at the gym.
“Yes, Daddy,” the words came out of me in a moan as his tongue touched my hole, and from there, my eyes rolled back in bliss. I could’ve melted on the bed. A new onesie, a teddy tucked under my arm on my chest, and in what yogis called child’s pose, my ass was eaten by a professional.
“I think I like you the other way,” he said, and with a swift motion, his hand flipped me back like I was a toy, or more like a foodstuff, a pancake, ready to be devoured, layered with his whipped cream, or even stuffed between my layers.
“Good boy. Grab those ankles.” I pulled my knees up, ankles at my head, watching him continue to pull my cheeks apart and eat my ass, tickle my taint, and then the holy grail of sensations, his sucked on my balls as they ascended close to the shaft.
His mouth followed, while his tongue went between them.
After a moment of ultimate new pleasure, he pulled away and grabbed the cuffs.
“I’m ready,” I whispered.
“I knew you were the type,” he said, smacking the cuffs together and smiling. “I want to confine you, to—”
“Use me?”
He nodded. “You like it. Right?”
It stirred me full of excitement. “I—I do.”
“Good. I have other toys, but I don’t bring them here,” he said, using one hand behind my head to slide the comfortable cuff over my wrist, connecting it to the pole, stretching my arm out slightly.
Each hand cuffed to a pole at either side, I was comfortable. Daddy placed the teddy in my arms and pulled the onesie off completely. He placed that in my other arm. I was now completely naked, laid out in front of him.
“I’m all yours,” I told him, squeezing my legs together as a surge of excitement ran through me. I kicked my legs a little from it.
“You’re perfect,” he said. “You’ll do whatever I say.”
I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
Crawling across my body, his knees spreading my legs, he leaned on me as our faces met, and he kissed me on the lips. Softly, he kissed me again, and this time he used his tongue. I almost wanted it to go entirely down my throat, desperate for a sign I could remember this night from.
With my hands cuffed, I leaned completely into his trust, his command. He didn’t tease or tickle, but I flinched whenever his hands crossed by my ribs.
He called me a good boy, sending the excitement into my thighs, and I clung to him, wrapping them around his lower back and hooking foot over foot in place.
He continued to kiss me, and his dick teased at my hole.
The idea of him fucking me raw got me even more excited.
Even though I knew policy here was on protection.
“I’ll be slow,” he said. “I’ll make sure I’m gentle. But I won’t always be slow and gentle.”
I chewed into my lower lip, nodding. Clearly, I could get either, depending on how I behaved.
As he pulled out of the hold I had on his body, he stood and finished getting completely naked at the side of the bed, his dick springing up and down, bouncing around as a small spouting fountain of precum leaked like a spider web, dripping over everything.
“My eyes are up here,” he said, unwrapping a condom. “You look perfect like this.”
“Do I really?” I asked, looking across my body to see the teddy in one arm and the onesie in the other. “If there’s a next time, I have a onesie with a bottom flap. I like to wear them when I’m in naughty play.”
“Naughty play,” he repeated with the flash of a smile that tickled in my tummy. “How much further would you submit to me if I asked?” he said, brows raised up his forehead, staring at me, all while putting the condom on. “You have hard limits, you know, for next time.”
I shook my head, then quickly nodded. “Yeah, I don’t engage in dangerous stuff, like weapons.”
Daddy Max took his dick by the base and smacked it down on the palm of his hand with a wet thud. “Does this count as a weapon?”
I giggled. “Maybe. But it’s not a dangerous one—is it?”
“I’ve got plenty of lube, so it shouldn’t be dangerous.” He climbed right on top of me again, now with his large dick pressed side by side with mine. “Any other hard limits?”
“I don’t do public play, or basically anything that could make me look bad legally,” I said.
He kissed at my chest and looked at me again. “Good,” he said. “I’d never ask that of you. I keep this part of my life hidden too. It’s good to—” He kissed me again, longer this time. “Expose yourself to new people.”
In that moment, I wished I could’ve caressed his head or run my fingers through his perfectly coiffed hair.
I wanted to touch him, but knowing I couldn’t was fun.
Only he could touch me, and he did, with constant care and affection, his dick pulsing on my belly right beside mine, which was pulsing in return.
Pumping a small squirt of lube into the palm of his hand, on the tips of his fingers, he pressed it against my ass and inserted them inside, two fingers, gently curving into me, and even though I knew it was only half of his finger, it felt like he was deep inside me.
Two fingers turned to three with a cone-line squeeze.
He watched my face constantly, and I was trying my best to breathe through it. It wasn’t painful, just new.
“Good boy, opening up for Daddy like that,” he said.
“I wanna make sure Daddy can fit,” I said, actively trying not to reflexively clench my hole.
The training wheels were off, and I was about to be on a bike ride, the type with one of those hard seats that kinda felt good after going over a couple of bumps in the ground.
Daddy was just like that. His cock stretched me out at first, pushing my hole wider with his pulsations.
I moaned and my hands grabbed at the poles the cuffs were attached to.
The slow ease stopped when he told me I’d taken just over half of him, and he pulled out slowly, taking another pump of lube right across his dick like a hotdog condiment.
He thrust, then moved in and out as I moaned freely, fearing I could pull those bars right off the bed frame with the pleasure coursing through me.
“There you go,” he said. “Almost there.” He pulled both my legs up to his chest and continued to fuck until in his words, I’d taken all of Daddy’s big dick. There was no more of him to go inside me now, otherwise he might’ve ripped right through me. “I’m gonna go harder now.”
“Yes,” I said, nodding. “Yes, Daddy.” Correcting myself.