Page 87 of Full Body Hit, Part 1

Auston got himself a beer from the fridge as he waited, settling on the couch as the next message came through.

Charlie

Wow they’re really soft

Smooth

Aunix

Yeah? Do they feel good?

Charlie

Yeah

This one’s crazy big

He sent a picture of the largest one, which was as big as an average knot at the widest point—something that bodies were meant to have inflate inside them, not get fucked with. That was always Auston’s problem—getting all the way inside.

It would be a lot to take. Would stretch his baby past anything he could swallow at the moment.

He pressed the call button—he wanted to make absolutely sure Charlie was okay with what he was about to suggest, and he could only do that if he heard his voice.

“Hey, Daddy,” Charlie's voice came through. It had been oddly familiar since the beginning, like if it were just a little bit different, it would click into place.

“Hey, honey. You okay with the present, then?”

“Mmhm. But I’m thinking you bought these for a specific reason…” There was a lilting slant to the words, the smart cookie seeing right through Auston.

“First off, I just wanna say that you don’t have to use any of them. You don’t have to use any of the stuff I send you, especially not the toys.”

“I love everything you send me. And these are the first toys I got from you,” he said, pout obvious in his voice.

“Well, I didn’t want to assume. Wanted to take it slow.”

“I don’t think me sending you pictures of my hole is taking it slow, Daddy.”

Auston choked on his own spit. “All right, brat. You’ve got a point there.”

Charlie laughed.

“I’ll send you all the toys you want but, point is, you don’t have to use them if you don’t want to.”

There was a little pause. “The box says these are an ‘anal training kit.’ So you’re training me, huh?”

Auston licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry. If Charlie were there, he’d drag him onto his lap, make use of that smart tongue.

“I think,” he started slowly, deliberately, “that if I had you here right now, even with all the squirming and begging you do, you wouldn’t be able to take my cock.”

“You don’t know that,” Charlie mumbled.

“No? You can barely take three of your fingers in, baby. You’re so fucking tight, I’d split you in two.”

A small, caught noise got forced out of Charlie. “I’d be able to take it,” he insisted stubbornly.

“No, you wouldn’t. That’s why I have to train you up. That plug you just said was ‘crazy big’? That’s me the whole way through…and that’s without my knot.”

A burst of breath came over the speaker. “Can I try one? Please, Aunix? I haven’t come in two days, please.”