“Yeah, I’d imagine you’re a bit tender right now.”If he’s not seeing how it’s a punishment yet, he’s about to.
I plant one knee between his spread legs, using it to hold the dildo in place.Then I take his cock in my still-slippery hands and start to jack him off again.
“Liam, I don’t know if I can come again.”There it is.The nerves in his voice.The uncertainty.
“You’re damn well going to try.Unless you’d like to use your safe word.”
He clamps his lips tight.It looks like he’s actually biting down on them.He’s adamant as he shakes his head.
Right now I fucking love how stubborn he is.All those moments of defiance are coming home to roost.My chest could burst open with the satisfaction.
This next one takes some doing.I fuck him slowly with the dildo, then faster, aiming deliberately to nudge his prostate a little, but the vibration does most of the work.I’m fairly gentle as these things go, but the struggle between pleasure and pain is all over him.The ties on his wrists are going to leave bruises the way he’s thrashing.
I like that a little too much.
After a few minutes he’s keening, and he’s crying a little, but then he comes again after a few minutes more.Things are coming out of his mouth, but it’s nothing I can understand.I’m not sure he even understands.It’s all a jumble of sentence fragments and sounds.
“Oh God,” he whimpers after a few minutes of catching his breath.“Th-that was it, right?Was that it?Because I don’t think I can handle any more.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.So sure.I’m, like, really, really sure.”
The military taught me a lot.The most valuable lesson?“You have no idea what you’re capable of yet.”
“Sir.Daddy.Nooo.”
The dildo is still inside him.A shiver runs through me when I reach down and turn it on again, this time cranking the intensity up to a higher setting.
“Liam, no,” he says tiredly.
“Are you using your safe word?”
“I really don’t think I can…”
I turn the vibrations higher.
“No.No, I really can’t.”
“Are you using your safe word?”
He’s either shaking his head or simply thrashing due to overstimulation.Or both.
“Daddy.Please.Please.”He’s crying.He’s begging.What he hasn’t done is say “red.”
“You can handle more than you think you can.”
I turn it up again.
“Liam, it hurts,” he whines.He bites his lip so hard it bleeds a little.“Oh, God.It feels good but it hurts.”
“You can take it, kid.”
Then I put my hands on his legs and press him to the bed while I take him into my mouth.
“Liam.Oh God.I don’t even—I don’t understand.It hurts.It hurts so fucking much.It feels so fucking good.Your mouth.God, you have no idea how many times I dreamed about—I can’t… I don’t… Oh, fuck.Aaah!”
This time, when he comes, the hoarse scream he belts out with his entire chest is so.Fucking.Good.
