10. Wallace #4
Wallace moaned, arching up against those fingers. Wishing that Daddy really could dive into his pussy.
“Do you ever play with yourself here?” Daddy asked, his fingers questing higher.
“No…” Wallace started to say.
Then Volt spread his first two fingers and eased them into those two soft grooves along his scrotum, those soft, flappy spaces where his testes would tuck back into his body. When Daddy’s fingers pressed against them, the loose skin moved with his fingers, sinking inside him. Just like, just like…
“That’s right, baby. This is your sweet little pussy.”
“I… Oh?” Wallace asked, losing himself in the sensation. In the glorious feeling of being penetrated. Of being the soft, sweet girl for Daddy to finger.
“Yes, creampuff. Your body was made for this.”
It was another epiphany. His body was made for this. Made for Daddy to touch him this way.
“I’ve… I’ve done this before,” he admitted. Secretly. Furtively. Knowing that it was wrong. Having no words for why it felt so right.
“Mmmmm…” Daddy hummed. “Getting yourself ready for me.”
Not really. And he hadn’t done it in years, not while he’d been working so hard to be straight.
But he’d discovered the sensation as a teenager, the sweet, vulnerable feeling of pressing inside those twin channels.
Imagining that his anatomy was somehow more and different.
That maybe, if he were a girl, he could be as sweet and cute as he wanted and fall in love with a handsome man like Volt.
But then he’d fallen into line. Tried to be straight. Given all of it up. And nearly forgotten about it.
Now it had come full circle.
He was allowed to want this. It wasn’t a shameful fantasy, but something that made Volt breathless with desire. Another way for Daddy to claim him.
Daddy stroked inside him again, changing his angle and oh… Oh, fuck, there.
Wallace cried out, almost against his will.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Show me what you like.”
Daddy did it again… and again… then changed his angle until he was hitting that one perfect note, and another one as well, a symphony of pleasure.
All Wallace could do was thrash and moan.
Volt’s mouth descended again on his… clit, circling just the tip in a tight ring. “All of this is mine,” Daddy told him, when he broke off.
Wallace loved the possessive language. The claiming. He wanted to belong to Daddy, heart, body, and soul.
“You’re going to come for Daddy, just like this,” Volt told him. “With Daddy sucking your sexy clit and fucking your sweet little cunt.”
Wallace moaned. Desperately. That’s what it was. Fucking. Daddy was fucking him, making him take all the pleasure while he writhed and moaned.
His orgasm was so close it was swirling around him, threatening to wash over him but still just out of reach. “Daddy!” he cried out. “Please!”
Daddy’s tongue flicked over his slit, making him pant in needy little gasps. Without stopping the exquisite fingering of his cunt, Daddy was somehow nudging at his taint again, pressing with his knuckle like he could find another way to penetrate him, to be inside him, and Wallace was seeing stars.
“Daddy!” Wallace cried out helplessly. There was something shaking apart inside him. Something not quite an orgasm, but deeper. Fuller. Oceans of pleasure that were pulling him down in an inescapable current of rapture. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” he chanted.
“That’s right, baby. Take it. Take all of me,” Daddy commanded. “Come for me now.”
Wallace screamed, because whatever this was, this volcano that had been building inside him, was so much more than an orgasm. It was sweeping him up, propelling him into outer space.
Daddy was inside him. Daddy was fucking him, taking all of his holes. Filling him up, and pounding into him again with those thick fingers.
He was shaking by the time Daddy let his fingers relax, trembling with something he couldn’t even explain.
He’d been broken open. Carved out with pleasure.
He wasn’t sure what was left of him.
He sniffled, which was when he realized he’d been crying.
Crying again, which just made him giggle this time.
Daddy probably thought he was crazy.
Daddy eased out, then crushed Wallace under him, so tightly that Wallace could hardly breathe.
It was exactly, perfectly, right.
He was tiny and lost and needy, and Daddy was big and strong, holding him together.
Wallace curled up against him, absorbing all of his strength. Letting Daddy pet him and coo over him, pressing little kisses to his hair.
“Beautiful, beautiful girl.” Daddy kissed the dampness from his cheeks, tasting his tears.
Wallace moved one hand, hopefully, toward Daddy’s delectable cock, but he wasn’t surprised when Daddy gently pushed him away, twining their fingers together. As long as they were close, as long as Daddy wanted him, just the way he was, that was all that mattered.
“Sleep, baby girl. Daddy’s got you.”
Wallace buried his face in Daddy’s neck, inhaling the scent that was uniquely his and listening to the fans whir in Daddy’s chest until he dropped off to sleep.
He was the luckiest baby boy-girl-creampuff in the world.