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“Yes. I feel… I don’t know if dizzy is the right word. It feels like it’s everywhere. It’s heavy.”

“It is. Rock your hips.”

“Oh, fuck!”

Austin chuckled. “Maybe we’ll pop that in one day, then you can cook dinner for me.”

“Daddy! I’d never make it.” He was rocking his hips faster now.

“Yes, you could. Because Daddy told you to.”

He sucked in a sharp breath.

“Now turn over. Daddy’s going to make you forget every thought in your head.”

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Mateo

Mateo already felt like he was floating when Daddy said the words. There was something about doing all of this under the dark cover of the blindfold that made him feel like he was unmoored from reality, existing only for his Daddy.

His ass was stretched so wide, and his cock felt like it was seconds away from bursting. Daddy’s dirty, adoring words kept echoing through him, magnifying every sensation.

The plug inside him felt like it had pushed organs out of the way just to be there. Full and round and impossible to ignore. He could feel the pull of gravity, the way the orb landed heavy on his gland each time he rocked under Daddy’s command.

Turning over didn’t even seem possible.

“Help me?” he asked again. Because there was a wild freedom in feeling helpless and needy, in letting Daddy take care of everything.

Daddy pulled the pillow from under his chest, then had him ease down one knee to flip. His wrists strained against the ties where he was strung up against the headboard. The whole movement had him jostling the plug so hard he was sure he would come.

Even on his back, his hole had closed so tightly around it that the pressure on his prostate was relentless.

Daddy ran soothing hands over him, landing on his tight balls. “Mmmm… look at you, sweet boy. These must be so full after saving everything up for me last night.”

Mateo whimpered. He’d get off of that memory for years.

Or maybe not, if Daddy kept giving him new memories every day?

“When was the last time you came?” Daddy asked, in that rich, velvety voice.

“Thursday?” Time didn’t seem real any more. Daddy was still cradling his heavy balls in one hand, while the other slicked him with lube, slowly twisting up his cock until it circled the head.

“How many times do you think I could make you come right now?”

One, easily. He was about to explode. He felt like he’d only held off so far because he knew Daddy would want him to. “Two?”

Austin chuckled darkly. “Oh, I think we can do better than that.”

Why did that sound like a threat?

A glorious, twisted threat that made his heart race and his cock pulse.

“Ready to find out, baby girl?”

God, he loved it how Daddy did that—alternated so easily between calling him boy and girl. Even having his hands directly on Mateo’s junk didn’t seem to hide Austin’s sense of his femininity.

He wasn’t sure if there was some rhyme or reason to when each word came out, or if it was all just adoring pet names, but it made him feel more valid and seen than he could even put into words.