Chapter 26 #2
“What a sweet boy,” he says, so quiet and intimate but not at all kindly.
It’s a little teasing, a little condescending, and it’s so fucking perfect.
Makes me feel small, so small and yet somehow still the focus of this entire encounter.
Still important. “So good, wanting his Daddy’s cum as his reward.
Such a slutty boy. Yes, that’s right,” he doubles down when I pout up at him, my mouth still attached to his dick.
“My slutty little boy, my sweet young man on his knees because when he’s good, he begs for my cum. You’re Daddy’s slut, aren’t you?”
Oh shit, dirty talk. I’ve always been hit or miss with it. Sometimes it’s too much, sometimes it’s annoying. But this? I can get on board with this.
I nod and press forward, taking him all the way in, letting it cut off my air because I love the way his voice strains with pleasure when he keeps talking. “Mine to use, mine to bruise. Mine to keep. You’re my slutty, sweet boy, and you’re going to stay this way, aren’t you?”
I moan and choke on him, pulling off for a breath of air, only to squawk in surprise when he pushes me back again, crawls over me, straddles me, and holds my chin and kisses me, presses his tongue right where his dick just was.
He moans, a small noise, short and quiet, but it lights me the fuck up and I writhe against his chest, grip his cock with one hand but unable to really pump it in this position, I just want to keep it warm, keep it hard.
His hand on my chin lowers to my neck. “Can I try something that I think you’ll really like, Tommy?” he asks into my mouth, devouring me and my inhibitions.
“Yea-mph,” I say back into our kiss, trying to nod, but I can barely move because his kiss is so demanding, so overwhelming.
“I’m going to put my hand right here,” he whispers, pulling back and pressing kisses to my cheek, to my eyelids. “Right here on your throat. And when I push like this–”
I feel pressure on the sides of my neck, and I suck in a breath instinctively, only to realize he’s not impeding my airway at all.
I can breathe just fine… but my head is spinning.
I get an airless feeling, my skin tingles, and I gasp like I can’t breathe even though I can. My thoughts stutter and float around.
And my dick gets rock hard, because holy shit. I feel…drugged. In a good way.
“Young-gi–” I grab his chest, stare pleadingly into his eyes. “Daddy, please–”
“Feel that?” he asks, like I could miss it. “Your brain needs this blood to get enough oxygen to stay conscious. When I press right here, you get stuck somewhere between being awake, and not. How’s that feel?”
He releases the pressure suddenly, and a vibrating, tingling sensation floods every inch of my skin, like I’ve been plugged into a power outlet. My head spins again, faster and more chaotic as suddenly everything comes back into hyper-focus.
“Oh god, so fucking good,” I blurt out. “Like I’m high.”
“Good,” he murmurs, and the wicked curve of his smirk makes me swallow hard.
He stands back up, and before I can really straighten my thoughts out, he offers me his cock and I’m weak to the temptation. I jump for it, moan around it, grip his ass and wish his pants weren’t in my way because I want to squeeze his butt. I hold him tight so I can choke myself on him.
He lets me, watches me. “Look at you, gagging for it, huh? You’d do this every day, wouldn’t you?
Every day, you’ll be my little brat, and I’ll spank your ass until it’s red and aching and you’re crying from it.
Then, when you’re a good boy and let me put medicine on your bruises, I’ll let you get on your knees and suck Daddy’s cock as much as you want. How’s that sound?”
I pull back to answer, to breathe, to try and collect myself because goddamn, that sounds great–
But he doesn’t give me the opportunity. As soon as I take my mouth off his dick, he’s crouching down and leaning over me again, kissing me, holding my throat with that grip and sending my brain spinning into semi-consciousness.
My lips tingle, everything tingles. I feel almost limp in his arms. He seems larger than life.
Nothing else matters, everything narrows down to the two of us.
There is no past, or future. There is no world outside of this.
Just him, overpowering and all-consuming, and me, overcome and happy about it.
Eventually, I’m barely kissing him back, just trying to breathe, and he releases my throat.
I’m flooded with lightning and I shudder in his hold, wrap myself around him, try to fucking climb him.
I feel so good I might cry from it, I can’t handle how sensitized I am.
It’s so good, it will never be enough, but it’s already too much.
Young-gi lets me breathe as he stands, and I drag myself up on my knees, already anticipating his offering.
And he holds his dick for me, lets me get my mouth on it, pets my hair and praises me as I try to swallow his cum right out of his cock.
I should hold off, let myself catch my breath, but I don’t want to.
I want to sink right into this feeling of being high, of spinning in the pleasure he’s giving me.
“Can I get a little rougher, sweet boy?” he asks me, somehow making me even more excited.
“Can you take it? Will you let me fuck your voice out, so you’re hard and horny all day tomorrow because you won’t even be able to speak without feeling my cock down your throat like this?
Yes?” he asks as I nod fervently as best I can.
I suck him and look up at him, my eyes watering, and nod again, confirming it.
“Thank you, baby. Such a good, sweet, slutty boy.”
He puts his hands on either side of my face and even though his hold is gentle, I relax my jaw and a surge of adrenaline and anticipation spikes inside me, cutting me open, splitting me into pieces.
He starts off slow, but firm. Pushes deep because I’ve already proved to him that I can take it.
Holds himself there, watches my eyes water.
Watches me squirm with my lips sealed around the base of his cock.
Young-gi pulls back before the lack of air can become painful, but his hips don’t give me a chance to recover.
He thrusts deep and fast into the back of my throat, really trying to make my voice raw, and the knowledge that I’m going to sound like I had my throat fucked tomorrow is so nasty hot.
He pulls back and pets my sweaty face as I gasp for air, but I’m mindless now so I just hold my tongue out for him and whine because I want it back inside me.
“That’s right,” he purrs to me, slipping his thumb in my mouth. I suck it automatically, blinking up at him blearily. My breathing is harsh and heavy through my nose, I’m hot all over and I had no idea anything could feel this good. Could be so overpowering that I don’t have to remember–
Don’t think about it!
My eyebrows furrow and I make a plaintive sound, needing him to keep my brain from waking back up, needing to feel high to keep enjoying this. Needing to be overwhelmed.
“Do you want me to cum in your mouth?” he asks huskily.
“Mmm–” I nod enthusiastically, and he gifts me a smile.
“Okay, pretty baby, but don’t swallow it. Hold it for me.”
I pout and nip his finger, but nod. He offers me his dick and I jump on it, ready as fuck to make him cum, to get my reward for being good. To make him react to me and make him want me.
He lets me lead, pushes deep but doesn’t get any rougher than before; he’s polite with his dick, nothing like some of the men I’ve been with.
He wants me to feel it, but he’s not trying to hurt me, and every move he makes, everything he says and does, is so clearly about me.
It’s all for me. It’s what I asked for, and I’ve never had an experience like this before.
After only another minute or two, his breathing gets harsher. His stare is a physical weight on me and I moan around him. Right as he starts to lose control of his rhythm, he pulls me back so I’m only sucking on his tip, spurting his cum into the curl of my tongue.
“Don’t swallow it,” he orders again, gravelly and strained as he pants through his pleasure. I stare up at him in awe and pride, because I made this sexy motherfucker cum.
His hot cum sits safe on my tongue and I wonder what he’s gonna do with it. I open my mouth once he pulls back, wondering if he just wants to see it inside. And it was a good guess, because his eyes heat up and he groans.
“Take out your dick,” he orders. I hesitate, because I’m not sure I can cum, and what if– “Don’t think about it,” he growls, tugging my hair. “If you’re green, take out your cock and let me see it.”
I do as he says, keeping my mouth open so he can see the way I’m still holding his cum for him.
He falls to his knees with me, surprising me, and then–
Fuck. My eyes flutter as he kisses me again, licking his cum out of my mouth.
I moan, surprised and turned the fuck on.
I fight him with my tongue a little bit, reclaiming some of it for myself, managing to swallow some because I worked hard for that!
He pulls back with a chuckle, bends his head and–
Double fuck! I stare with wide eyes as he lets his cum and our saliva drip onto my cock. He grips me in one huge palm, wraps his fingers around my length, and rubs the slickness against my skin. I shiver, but anxiety spikes in me and I gasp, wince, remember–
Young-gi kisses me again, pushes me back so I’m leaning back on my elbows. He reclaims my throat with one hand and suddenly my head is all fuzzy and static-y again. But, but, but–
“I don’t know if I can–” I gasp, barely able to think at all.
“This isn’t about that,” Young-gi tells me brusquely. “You wanted my cum, I’m giving it to you, the way I want to.” He squeezes my dick to emphasize the way he’s so primally marking me with it. “This is still your reward. Still for your good behavior, sweet boy.”