Epilogue #2
With daily practise and an oral fixation, my cock-sucking game was strong, and I would get a moan out of him eventually. I took his length deep into the back of my throat, constricting my airway and making my eyes water.
“Let me show you the video I took at the show yesterday,” Daddy said to Harvey, reaching into his pocket for his phone. The cheek of him. They watched a clip from the monster truck show and chatted about it.
I continued to suck on him like my life depended on it, but I had the most stubborn Daddy in the world. I pulled off him and huffed, glancing at Mason beside me.
Mason had evidently got bored of being ignored and was now lying on his back, playing with his rubber tail, which was attached to a plug inside his hole. I snickered as he wriggled around, trying everything to get his owner’s attention.
Daddy’s hand was suddenly back in my hair and tugging on the strands until my face was pushed back into his crotch again.
“Pup, if you keep humping my leg, I’m not going to let you come. Understood?”
I peered to the side with my mouth full of Daddy’s cock, annoyed that Mason had managed to break Harvey before I’d broken Daddy.
Mason whined before curling up on the floor and sulking.
“Up here, little fox,” Daddy said, finally acknowledging me.
I let go of his cock with a wet plop and climbed into his lap immediately. Daddy arranged me so my back was leaning against the arm rest of the sofa and my feet were planted in the small gap between him and Harvey.
Daddy went back to their conversation but rubbed his hand up and down the inside of my thigh until I was so hard that it ached.
I watched as Harvey undid his trousers and instructed Mason to keep his cock warm with his mouth.
His pup bolted up from where he’d been curled up on the floor, wiggling happily as he took his owner into his mouth.
“Have you done any agility training with him?” Daddy asked Harvey as he spread my knees, exposing me to his friend.
My whole body felt like it was on fire when I saw Harvey glance down at my hole. Daddy grabbed the lube we’d brought with us and coated his middle finger before pushing it inside me.
I moaned loudly from both the sensation and the embarrassment of people witnessing me like this.
“I did a while ago. Mason enjoys it until he gets distracted and starts trying to hump the other pups.” Harvey chuckled and patted Mason on the head.
Their conversation continued on, all the while, Daddy added more lube until he had three fingers stuffed inside me and I was writhing on his lap.
“P-p-please let me come. Daddy, please. Please, please, please,” I begged when I couldn’t take it anymore.
“What do you reckon, Harvey? Should I let him come?”
Tears streamed down my cheeks.
“He certainly put on quite a show,” Harvey replied. “I think he’s earned it.”
Daddy smiled like he was so proud of me. With his hand that wasn’t currently fingering me, he pulled me out of my jock, which was already damp from precum.
I was grateful that Daddy didn’t seem to be in the mood to tease me endlessly tonight because he gripped me nice and firm, stroking me at just the right pace as he crooked the fingers of his other hand to rub my prostate.
“Oh my god. Oh fuck. Daddy I can’t—Holy shit. Daddy, I’m gonna… gonna come,” I babbled until my cock erupted and an obscene amount of cum pooled on my stomach. I couldn’t stop shaking, and Daddy wrapped both his arms tightly around me, rocking me a little.
“You’re okay. So proud of you. Fucking beautiful, you know that?” he murmured to me as I came down.
Harvey appeared with a blanket to cover me up, and Daddy used his sleeve to wipe the snot from my face.
“Did I do good?” I sniffled.
“So good. I’m so proud of you, you have no idea. Wanna stay snuggled, or shall we get out of here?” Daddy asked.
I didn’t really want to move, but I also didn’t want anyone but Daddy to be looking at me.
“I think I’m done now,” I whispered.
Daddy pushed my sweaty hair out of my face and kissed me on the forehead before leading me back out, engulfed in the blanket.
Once I’d had some water, Daddy handed me a cola lolly and helped me into the teddy bear fleece pyjamas that I liked to have on after a scene. On the drive home, he played some soft rock on low volume and kept his hand on my thigh, anchoring me in place.
We’d come a long way since we’d begun doing scenes together again.
Daddy sometimes still expressed how guilty he felt about leaving me alone after that shibari demo, but if anything, sometimes I had to ask him to be a little less overbearing after a scene.
I was fairly certain that he frequently enjoyed aftercare more than the scenes themselves.
The me of a year ago wouldn’t have believed for a moment I’d end up such a pampered prince.
Back at home, Daddy ran us a bath to share, and I sighed as we climbed into the hot water. He massaged shampoo and conditioner into my hair, making me moan softly, and I almost fell asleep when he moved on to rub my sore muscles with deft fingers.
“Come on, baby boy. Time for bed.” Daddy tapped me on my thigh.
“I wish I was a mermaid so I could live in the bath,” I mumbled.
Daddy climbed out of the bath and held up a big fluffy towel for me.
“You’d make a cute mermaid,” he said, pecking a kiss to the tip of my nose.
I smiled before getting out and letting Daddy dry me off and apply some more lotion to my sore butt.
We both climbed into bed naked and snuggled up. I loved the feel of skin against skin, and I buried my nose into Patrick’s furred chest. He peppered little kisses everywhere he could reach before rolling me onto my side and wrapping himself around me like a koala bear.
“Did that go how you wanted it to go?” he asked, kissing between my shoulder blades.
“I liked it… a lot. But I also feel embarrassed if I think about it?” I answered honestly.
Patrick hummed. “Good embarrassed or bad embarrassed?”
We’d talked about this a lot. I didn’t like doing things that left me feeling ashamed, but there were things that embarrassed me that left me warm and flushed and a lot turned on.
I checked in with myself to see how I really felt.
My face was warm and my stomach had some flutters.
The thought of seeing Harvey and Mason next time made me feel a little shy, too, but I didn’t feel bad.
There was no dread or fear. I wasn’t worried about me and Patrick as a result of us having tried something new.
“Good, Daddy. I feel good. Was it okay for you?”
“Thank god,” Patrick said, laughing in relief. “That was so fucking hot, I’ll be thinking about it on my death bed. How are you so perfect?”
“I’m just a little fox,” I squeaked as Patrick tickled my neck with his stubbled cheek, planting kisses along my jaw.
“Not just a little fox. My little fox.”