3. Wallace #3
“D-daddy…” he said. He didn’t even know what he was asking.
He’d never heard the words fat and sexy in the same sentence before.
He’d kind of believed that Daddy thought he was pretty because he was submissive. He figured maybe it was a mental thing, that the kinky nature of their relationship overcame his body shape.
“Yes, sweet boy?” Daddy’s stern face melted into something tender as he leaned forward and pressed a sweet, chaste kiss to Wallace’s lips.
Wallace sniffed. Those damned prickles were back in his eyes.
He finally kind of shrugged, because decades of jeers and condescension were arguing in his head, but what did it matter when Volt was right here, right now, looking down at him adoringly with those emerald eyes and perfect body? Wanting him.
Daddy had called him plump and cute and squishy before, but there was something different about Daddy calling him fat… and sexy, all in the same breath.
Daddy thought his fatness was sexy. It was like a revelation.
“Now,” Volt continued, all growly and stern, “you are going to put your hands above your head and let Daddy see all of his precious treasure right now.”
Wallace’s hands shot over his head before he could waste another second. His cock was about to burst through his tiny, ridiculous shorts.
Somehow, miraculously, Volt really liked his body.
Just like it was.
Volt. Liked. His. Body.
Daddy grinned. “That’s my good girl. So pretty and sweet for me.” His hands caressed and squeezed all over Wallace’s ample chest and belly, leaving burning trails of pleasure in their wake.
When Daddy’s hands drifted down to the two little buttons on the tight cotton shorts, Wallace only sucked in his belly a little bit—just enough to pop the buttons—because, well… Daddy thought his fatness was sexy.
He still couldn’t quite process it.
But maybe he didn’t need to right now, because Daddy was nuzzling against his belly.
“Gorgeous,” Daddy praised. “Delicious.” He lingered over the soft flesh by his belly button. Buried his face in the crease of his plump thighs. Kneaded his ample tummy, like he couldn’t get his hands full enough.
Each kiss was like another gift. A confirmation of his feelings.
“My sweet creampuff,” Daddy murmured, catching Wallace’s eyes. He lifted each short, tubby leg to slide Wallace’s shorts down with his tongue, then cradled his ankle in his hands to kiss his chubby toes.
Wallace wanted to weep, but those burning kisses felt too good. Shivers raced through him.
He was completely exposed. More naked, somehow, than just nude.
And Daddy loved it.
Maybe he truly didn’t need to change to keep this amazing man in his life.
Sometimes he looked at Volt and just couldn’t breathe with how sexy he was.
“Daddy…” he whimpered.
“Yes, darling?” Daddy placed a kiss on the inside of his knee.
“Hold me?” He needed Daddy close right now. Needed to feel Daddy’s weight pinning him down so he didn’t float away.
“Always,” Daddy swore, coming to rest on top of him and pressing kisses along his neck.
Wallace brought his hands down from where he was supposed to keep them, hoping Daddy wouldn’t mind. He needed to touch. Needed to feel Daddy close.
Even through his shirt, Daddy’s skin was hot to the touch. The muscles of his back were so impossibly masculine and strong.
Wallace arched up, just to feel the press of Daddy’s hard length through the rough denim of his jeans. There was something intoxicating about being completely naked while Daddy was still clothed.
Daringly, Wallace slipped one hand under Daddy’s shirt, and felt Daddy moan. Those muscles felt even better without a shirt, reminding him with each caress that he was touching a man.
“Daddy, will you take off your clothes, too?” he begged. This was what he’d really been craving.
Volt pulled back, blinking like it hadn’t occurred to him.
Maybe because he usually just wore a loincloth?
Wallace had even seen Volt in the loincloth earlier today, but Daddy had put the jeans and shirt back on for the rest of his visits to the basement.
Clearly, it was more of a uniform than Wallace had realized.
After that moment of confusion, Daddy smiled. “Of course, creampuff. I want to feel you close to me everywhere.”
Wallace grinned. “And I want to touch you, too, Daddy. I want to make you feel good.”
Volt was already up on his knees, tossing off his t-shirt, then wiggling out of his jeans. He hadn’t even worn underwear. Damn, if Wallace had known that, there was no way he could have ever focused on fixing bots.
His mouth watered. He wanted to touch Daddy’s golden skin.
He wanted to worship every muscle and plane.
To luxuriate over Daddy’s perky nipples.
And, god, did he want that thick, silky cock in his mouth.
He’d had thousands of hours to imagine it.
He’d even tried stuffing his own fingers—he was sure he would need three or four of them—into his mouth to emulate what it might feel like.
He reached forward as Volt descended on top of him.
He couldn’t get enough of those burnished muscles, the slight swell of Volt’s pecs and the arch of his back. Those plump pink nipples that he’d daydreamed endlessly about.
He fondled one with his finger, giving it a little pinch that made Volt groan.
He still couldn’t get over it that Volt was truly his to touch and please.
No matter what Volt might do with paying customers, what they had was something special.
After hours. At the park. In the car. Up against the dusty wall in the basement.
Hopefully, one day at Wallace’s apartment.
He was already thinking of ways he could make his own space special for Volt, too.
Because Daddy was his.
When Volt bent down to kiss along his neck, making shivers run through his body, Wallace turned his head to return the favor. All of this smooth, delicious skin, tasting faintly of salt and all man, was his to savor. He licked and kissed, so proud he could burst when he made Daddy moan in return.
Daringly, he made a little nip with his teeth, and Daddy gasped.
“Damn, baby. Too much more of that and I won’t be able to hold back.”
Wallace was grinning like a fool. “That’s okay, Daddy. I don’t want you to.” He soothed the area with his tongue and gave another little nip.
“Turn over,” Daddy growled, already making his words an action as he helped Wallace roll into place on his belly. “Hands and knees.”
Wallace sucked in a breath, desire and a little apprehension shooting low in his belly. Was this it? Was Daddy really going to fuck him now?
He got shakily into position, trying not to think about how he looked from behind. His butt had to be huge. And Daddy was staring right at it. It maybe wasn’t his best angle, not that he really knew, because he couldn’t see, but…
He moaned as Daddy cupped one thick cheek in each hand and squeezed. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna need you bent over for Daddy more often. Can’t get enough of this ass.” He gave one side a slap that had Wallace letting out a whimper.
Of course. Daddy thought his fatness was sexy. Daddy liked him like this.
He was probably going to have to hear it a thousand more times before it sank in, but with the way Daddy was stroking and kneading his plumpness right now, it was all too easy to believe.
The light spanking barely hurt at all. Well, it stung a bit, but not in a painful way. In a way that made all of his senses wake up and beg for more. He made some sort of sound, high pitched and needy.
He’d somehow forgotten about the spanking, but Daddy hadn’t.
“Ohhhh, is that what my baby needs?”
Wallace nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
“This isn’t a punishment,” Daddy told him, “because we both made mistakes. This is a reminder that we’ll work harder on communication, and that it’s Daddy’s job to take care of you.”
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you.” He let his elbows collapse so he could bury his head in the pillow. That sounded perfect.
“Don’t count,” Daddy told him. “Just feel.”
As if he could do anything else. Each slap came down in a sharp burst of pleasure, until there were so many that they ran together in a haze of building need.
He hadn’t understood pleasure spankings before, but now he got it.
It hurt, but there was this magical bloom of pleasure rising underneath.
He was greedy for the rush that came with it, eager to feel it everywhere.
“More,” he panted. “More, Daddy!” His dick was so hard he could feel it pulsing. His balls were drawn up tight.
“That’s right, baby girl,” Daddy answered, sounding breathless. “This is my pretty pink ass. Can you take a little more for me?”
Wallace moaned, mouth open and helpless. Being called baby girl and pretty lit something up inside him that nothing else could touch. He’d never get sick of hearing it. “Yes, Daddy.” Then, because he had to be crazy, he added, “You can go harder if you want to.”
The next strikes hurt, burning through him and drawing moans from his chest. But he pressed back eagerly for every one, the pain transmuting into something more precious than gold.
“Daddy!” he cried out. He was so close. So damned close to coming. If he had just a little bit of friction on his dick, he’d be spurting everywhere.
“Fuck, baby.” Daddy sounded breathless. Awed.
By him.
Then he was squeezing Wallace’s ass cheeks again. Pulling them apart.
“Hold yourself open for me, baby.”
Wallace shuddered. Could he really do that? What must he look like?
But this had to be the moment. When Daddy was going to fuck him.
Or at least get him ready for fucking. There’d be a lot of lube and fingering first, he was sure.
God, this was really it. Another man was going to be inside him. Daddy was going to be inside him.
He reached back, equal parts needy and nervous. Daddy kept squeezing and massaging his ass, making him want more. Making him want anything that Daddy wanted him to do.
“Mmmm… What a good boy. Such a tasty treat for me.” Daddy’s fingers, magically—or technologically—slick with something amazing, slid over his hole.