38. Volt #3
Fuck. Volt alternated the distance those little sparks had to jump, the intensity of the shock when it hit. He explored Wallace’s arms. His thighs. His belly. And back to those teasing inner thighs.
Purple light and the scent of ozone filled the air, like the start of a thunderstorm. Some shocks would tickle, others were just on the edge of burning, all while Wallace panted and writhed beneath him.
It was like conducting an orchestra, calling out each sensation and moan with a gesture of his fingers.
And Volt flew.
His own cock was as hard as steel, but it was immaterial to the connection he felt with his sub, hovering his hands an inch or two away from that soft pink skin. He couldn’t get enough of Wallace’s groans and whimpers, the begging words tumbling from his mouth.
Volt had forgotten how much he loved this. How this was an essential part of him.
He certainly hadn’t realized how special it would be to share it with Wallace, who looked up at him with hazy eyes, completely lost in pleasure.
Volt paused the current for a moment, only to lower Wallace’s lacy panties over his straining cocklet and peel them slowly down his legs to toss somewhere on the floor.
He closed his fingertip panel and, from his pinky finger, squirted out some of the lube from the special reservoir that he’d kept fresh and full for over a year without using.
“Look at you, pretty girl,” he cooed as he worked it over Wallace’s sweet, straining cocklet and everything below until he was dipping one thick finger into that ready hole.
Wallace was bucking his hips, whining against the teasingly light touch, until Volt paused so Wallace could raise his head and take in the display. “Why does it sparkle?”
“There are little flecks of gold in it. Gold for my pretty princess.” And because they would magnify the conductivity of the electrolyte-enhanced, water-based lubricant.
“Real gold?” Wallace asked, settling back and giving in to Volt’s touch.
“Yeah,” Volt agreed, so enchanted by touching his sub’s intimate parts that it was difficult to tear his hands away.
It was only the promise of what was to come that let him drag his hands down Wallace’s legs, stroking and massaging the pillowy flesh.
When he reached Wallace’s ankles, he let the softly pulsating current flow again, thrumming through Wallace’s legs and his own chest to complete a circuit. Volt moaned just as Wallace’s surprised gasp turned to a low groan.
“Da-Daddy… Whaaaat? It’s… it’s inside me!”
Volt increased the intensity, setting up a pulsating rhythm while sliding his hands a few more inches up Wallace’s calves.
The muscles twitched with every pulse, carrying the current to his baby girl’s cocklet and balls, which were tightened by a throbbing force outside their control.
The lube would make sure that Wallace was feeling the same tingling, clenching sensation deep in his ass and all along his sensitive rim.
“Yes, beautiful. It’s inside you. You’re channeling the electricity, so I can light you up like a lightbulb.
” There was no literal light, just Volt’s joy.
“And this one, I can feel, too.” He didn’t think it was designed this way, but he’d discovered that there was a pathway the current could travel across the specially-designed band in his chest plate, just below his nipples, which were tight and buzzing from the onslaught.
“You feel it?” Wallace asked, panting. His eyes roamed over Volt’s body.
Volt moved his hands up past Wallace’s knees, letting the sensation build. “It’s tingling across my chest. Feels amazing on my nipples.” It would never be safe for a human, far too close to the heart, but it was arousing for him to share every pulse with his baby.
“Want to see, Daddy,” Wallace begged. “Shirt?”
Could he have a sweeter sub? Volt paused for long enough to shrug off his shirt. His nipples were always pointy and erect, part of his design, but he’d known from the first day how they drew Wallace’s attention.
Wallace’s eyes devoured him now.
Volt had received so many lustful stares over the years, but even from the first moment in the lobby, when his timid hamster’s glance kept dipping to his chest, there had been something different.
Wallace had been attracted to his muscular physique, and had latched on to his nipples in the room upstairs like he’d found God. But Wallace had always been looking for connection. From the first day, Wallace had seen Volt as so much more than his body.
From that moment, Wallace had accepted Volt as his Daddy, and all the rest was just a path leading back to their fundamental bond.
Volt returned his hands to Wallace’s legs, kneeling between them to stroke his spread inner thighs, and started up the rhythm again. It echoed through him, making his nipples tingle while Wallace moaned and shivered, his fingers clawing into the sheets.
“Daddy, it’s…” Wallace didn’t finish his sentence, too overwhelmed to put it into words.
Just where Volt wanted him.
“Yeah, baby?” he crooned.
Wallace shook his head, thrashing. “I want… I think… Can I come? From this?”
“Mmmm… Would you like to?” It might take awhile, but it was certainly possible. Maybe one day he would torture his baby like this until he couldn’t hold back any more, pushed over the edge by a gentle, endless wave.
“Is there…? I want… Daddy!”
Pure gibberish and need, but easy for Volt to interpret.
“You want more, baby girl? Is that what you’re begging for?”
“Please, Daddy.”
Slowly, keeping contact with Wallace’s skin at all times, Volt moved one hand down until he was circling Wallace’s pink, furled anus, letting the clenching pulses press right into his sensitive skin.
Wallace keened.
Volt’s cock spurted, the precum dampening the inside of his jeans without any conscious decision on his part. He needed to be inside his baby yesterday.
He switched to a bipolar mode so he could free his other hand and strip off his jeans. The second he awkwardly toed them off, he surged up to kiss his baby, just short of resting his weight along his panting body.
He added more lube and a second finger, followed by a third. His other fingers didn’t have conductive surfaces, but they worked his baby’s hole open. With the amount of time that Volt spent inside his creampuff each day, it didn’t take long.
He pulled out his fingers, slicked up his cock with another round of the shimmering gold, and then pressed inside. They both moaned together as he set up a slow rhythm, dragging one of Wallace’s legs over the crook of his arm so he could plunge in deeper.
Then he turned on the bipolar plates on his cock, grinding the top one over Wallace’s prostate. His own body shook as the sensations swept through him. The tight, clenching heat. The tingling pulse. The ecstasy on Wallace’s face, mouth slack and eyes rolled back.
On the next slow thrust, Wallace’s eyes flew open, his hands scrabbling for Volt’s shoulders. “Daddy! Ohhhh… Daddy!”
Volt kissed him, barely moving as he anchored down his sub’s thrashing body with his superior weight. Instead, he increased the speed and the intensity, until Wallace was shaking in his arms, his glorious anal muscles spasming non-stop.
Volt’s cock jerked, so close to tipping him over the edge that he had to command it to slow down.
When he leaned back to deepen the angle, Wallace whimpered at the loss, clutching Volt’s knees like he couldn’t bear to be parted or needed something to anchor him down.
Volt continued the slow fucking, overwhelmed by the tight channel gripping his shaft and the current racing along his own cock from the inside.
He wasn’t going to last much longer, not with the beautiful, needy sounds coming out of his baby’s throat or the way his deep, brown eyes begged for more when even his words were lost.
The pleasure built, even as Volt fought it, tracing patterns on Wallace’s belly and thighs until he couldn’t stand it a moment longer.
Wallace felt too good wrapped around his cock.
And while he could technically control his orgasms, he didn’t want to.
He wanted his baby to drag him over the edge just with the way he moaned and clenched that impossibly tight ass.
He honed in on Wallace’s pretty little cocklet, the delicate skin a fiery red from a need that matched his own.
Then, making one ring with his fingers at the base and another one right below the head, he sent a current between his hands.
Wallace screamed, cum shooting out across Volt’s chest even as Volt’s nipples lit up from the completed circuit.
Volt heard a hoarse shout that must have been his as pleasure washed over him, every gear and chip exploding into stardust. He thrust again and again, mindlessly driving every drop of ecstasy through the loop that connected their bodies, magnifying and mingling their pleasure until he wasn’t sure where he ended and Wallace began.
As the last spasms worked through him, he was struck with such dizziness, every muscle growing weak, that he had to lean forward. He had just the presence of mind to bend his elbows so he wouldn’t crush his love when he inevitably blacked out.
Only he didn’t this time. Euphoric, his head spinning, he could still inhale the scent of Wallace’s sweat and shampoo. He could still feel Wallace’s heart racing where their chests were pressed together and turned just enough to brush his lips along the slight roughness of Wallace’s jaw.
“Daddy?” Wallace whispered, his hands already running soothingly over Volt’s back.
“I’m awake, baby.” Volt spoke from the two speakers buried under his hair, the use of his tongue still beyond him.
“That was magical.” Wallace exhaled, voicing the reverence that Volt felt inside.
Volt’s micro-motors finally figured something out, because he found himself grinning. “Baby, I…” Now he was the one at a loss for words.
“You love that,” Wallace told him. It wasn’t a question. “I’ve never seen you glow like that. When you were touching me, it was like you were dancing.”