“That’s another five minutes warming my cock, baby.”
Huffing, he rolls his eyes. “Whatever.”
God, I love my little brat.
Eventually, he softens enough for me to put the cage on him, and then he barely contains his complaints as I stretch him open, preparing him to take my dick. I deliberately prod at his prostate, knowing that the sensation of that —plus the pressure it adds to his bladder— will be mildly torturous for him.
Sure enough, there’s a dribble of pee evident on the tip of his dick when I turn him around to confirm his traffic light color.
His cheeks are already bright pink.
We both know how this scene is going to end.
I am rock hard thinking about it.
Nevertheless, Benji confirms “Green” in a sulky tone, and then I spin him back around to face the blank black screen of the television.
Because this is a punishment, he’s not getting any kind of distraction from the sensations building inside him today. No cartoons, no trashy reality tv, no music — nothing. He’s not even allowed to talk to me, because I will be “working”.
“No interrupting Daddy, remember?” I add, just to compound on the torture.
“Yes,” he mutters.
“Yeswhat, Benjamin?”
“Yes,Daddy.“ The title is practically spat at me.
It’s hard to keep a straight face, especially when I know that he knows how much I love his feisty side.
I smack his butt just enough to create a light sting, but not enough to actually hurt. Neither of us get off on pain. He whines wordlessly, then gasps as I tug him down onto my lap, spreading his legs wide as I slowly push into him. Because I’m particularly excited to get to the watersports, I splay a hand over his lower belly and put pressure on his bladder from there as well.
“D-Daddy…” he whimpers, his entire body locking up with tension.
“Shhhh, sweetheart. You need to relax to take my cock in.”
“B-but—“
“No buts. This is your punishment.”
“But I gotta—“
“Nope. No more talking,” I demand, struggling to keep my tone steady. The feel of him around my cock is like sinking into heaven and knowing that it’s only a matter of time before he loses controlof his bladder has me desperate to come already. “Daddy has to work now.”
“Fuck.”
“Benjamin,” this time my voice is strained as I bottom out, and I close my eyes tightly to get my shit together, “final warning.”
He goes silent, but his breathing is heavy.
It’s a glorious torture all on its own to be nestled inside his perfect little ass and unable to move. I try to concentrate on reading the work emails on my phone, but the words don’t compute. I re-read the first sentence of the second email six times before I give up and switch to playing a mindless game, if only to stop myself from thrusting up and— “Nnnngh.“ The groan slips from my lips as Benji’s ass clenches around me. I give the top of one pert cheek a gentle slap. “None of that. Relax.”
He lets out a distressed-sounding whine as he forces himself to unclench, and I feel a couple of drops of liquid hit the inside of my thighs. I pretend not to notice, but my dick twitches with interest.
“Ohhhh,“ Benji squirms, and I swat at his ass again.
“What was the rule, Benjamin?”
“N-no squirming,” he sounds so close to wrecked.
