Page 124 of Full Body Hit, Part 1

Auston’s pulse was slamming in his veins as he made it to the apartment car park. He had to try three times before managing to get his car between the lines—Charlie was panting and whining, and Auston was losing his fucking mind.

He slammed into his apartment, not even taking his shoes off as he went straight to the bedroom.

“Put the camera on.”

The little brat must have already had everything set up, because it took less than a minute for the image to come through.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Auston hadn’t even discarded his jacket, but he had to unzip his black slacks as he stared at the live video.

Charlie’s back was to him, skin bare and covered in sweat. He had obviously been at this for a long while, barely moving up and down, thighs shaking every time he attempted to lift himself. He was leaning against the bed in front of him, big dick splitting him open, slick coating the wooden floor underneath him.

Charlie’s voice was a frayed thread as he said, “Please…”

“Come on, baby—you’re barely moving. You can do better than that.”

The shudder that wracked Charlie’s body was visible even on the tiny screen of Auston’s phone. There was a moment of stillness, and then he straightened up, thick dildo appearing inch by inch.

“There you go. Good boy,” Auston praised, stroking his cock slow and steady, wanting to savour the obvious effort Charlie was putting into pleasing him. “Desperate thing, aren’t you? Had to have my dick even when I wasn’t here to watch you.”

Charlie dropped suddenly as if his muscles had given out, a cry spilling out. Auston’s cock throbbed in his hand, skin all over tight and burning, fingers aching with the need to reach through the screen and knock Charlie over the bed and fill him up properly.

“Please, Daddy, I’m gonna…”

“Turn around.”

It took Charlie a while to gain enough composure to get the dick out of him. For a moment, his hole clenched, camera picking everything up, slick drooling out thick and slow.

Auston’s hand picked up the pace. He was embarrassingly close to coming, as if he were in his fucking twenties and not almost forty, ready to go at the drop of a certain somebody’s hat.

Auston watched, mouth dry, as Charlie tried sinking onto the dildo again. Everything was slippery, the toy’s head sliding on his cheeks, missing the hole on each pass.

Charlie grunted with frustration, slapping one of his hands on his thigh.

“Hey, there. Slow down. And none of that. No one touches you like that but me.”

Charlie’s head tipped back, long neck exposed. Auston clenched his teeth, gums hurting, dick twitching. If only the stupid blurring app would malfunction and he could see what Charlie’s face looked like, how desperate and open his expression was.

Finally, Charlie managed to coordinate his limbs and get the dildo where it was supposed to be, riding it to the base.

“Ah,” Charlie cried out. His cock was almost purple and as wet as anything else. Even as Auston watched, another bead of precome dribbled out pathetically.

“You want to come, baby?” Auston purred, a feral note in his voice, in his throat, his chest.

He wanted to watch Charlie suffer in the sweetest way.

Charlie made a ragged, assenting noise, apparently beyond words. Auston hummed thoughtfully even as his own orgasm begged to rip through him. “I don’t know, honey. You think you deserve it?”

Charlie was audibly gasping for breath. It couldn’t be normal, the sick satisfaction in Auston’s gut, the way everything felt aligned as Charlie stopped from coming just because Auston wouldn’t let him.

He’d never felt power like that.

Charlie managed to find his voice. “You said those…those things were always boring. Was just trying to do something nice for you, Daddy.”

Auston snorted. “You seriously trying to convince me this was all for my benefit? You knew exactly what you were doing, and I don’t appreciate being lied to.”

On the screen, Charlie’s dick twitched at Auston’s stern voice. “I’m not! I’m not lying.”

“The more you talk, the less inclined I am to let you come,” Auston mused.