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Describe how it feels, boy, every detail. How does my dick feel inside you?

After a slight delay while he read it, he moaned, pressing the dildo in a little further. “Oh, Daddy, you’re so big. I don’t think I can take you. It’s splitting me wide open, and I don’t even have an inch in.”

I smirked. I’d watched enough of his streams to know he’d absolutely quit if he was actually concerned, so I played it up. I hoped he trusted me—or at least our current roles—enough to know I would never push him past his limits, physical or otherwise. You can take it, boy. You’re going to take it so well for me.

He whimpered. “Oh, Daddy, please!”

Please, what? Are you begging for more of Daddy’s massive cock?

“Yes, please! I need your cock so badly. It hurts so good. I’m on fire, but it feels so good.”

Take more, boy. Take it hard if you can. Take as much as you can.

His eyes widened only slightly, the telltale sign that his reaction was genuine. “But Daddy, did I earn it? Am I a good enough boy to deserve all of your dick?”

My heart squeezed, a perplexing inconvenience at a moment like this, but I pressed on. Oh yes, boy. You are so good for Daddy. Such a good boy. Take all of my cock now, baby. Let me feel your ass swallow me whole. Fuck, I wished those words could be true.

He pushed Behemoth inside.

I could tell the instant it slammed against his prostate—a thing that big could never just graze it—because Substar exploded, his untouched dick spurting into the air before coating his abdomen, his sheets, his hand, and Behemoth itself. He shouted out a long “fuuuuuuuuck” as he came, his dick pulsing out ropes of cum as he thrust Behemoth in again, forcing more cum from his slit.

That’s it, baby. Tell me how I feel inside you.

“Oh fuck, Daddy, that was so good. You feel so good. I’ve never come hands-free.”

Well, if that was true, that was hot as hell. Pride swelled in me unrealistically. You’re such a good boy, taking me so well. I sent that, then, after a moment’s hesitation, I typed out a second message. You have another one in you, don’t you, boy? Keep going. Fuck yourself with that dick until you come again.

He moaned and did as I instructed, and I watched, mesmerized, as his hole stretched around the gigantic base. Fuck, that was sexy. He would have no problem taking me.

Then he started whimpering, and I had a hard time believing he was playing it up for his rapt audience. “Oh, Daddy, it hurts. I’m so sensitive. Can I stop, Daddy? You’re teasing me, and it hurts.”

He’d mentioned his safewords in passing during prior streams, so I knew just how to respond. Unless I hear “red” from you, you’re not to stop. I hoped he could sense the growl in my voice.

As he cried out but kept thrusting the sparkly dildo in and out of his stretched hole, I finally gave in and reached for my own dick. I could type one-handed to give instructions—I just had to come with him this time.

His breathy moans and pleading cries intensified, and my hand sped up on my shaft. Good boy. Take it. You take my dick so well, baby.

At my comment, the heavenly angel in nothing but his white mask redoubled his efforts, shoving the dildo in and, by the looks of it, completely owning his prostate.

That’s it, baby. You’re close, aren’t you? Good. I want you to come. You need to come for me, boy. I sent that first, watching as he grabbed his dick with his free hand and jerked it so quickly, the movement was a blur. But the wince on his face told me he was dangling on the edge, unable to push himself over.

I had just the thing.

When you read this, boy, you will come. Do you hear me? I control your orgasms. Now come on my giant cock.

Substar only took a second to read my message, and the effect was glorious. With a final jerk of his right hand and a deep shove of the dildo with his left, the gorgeous boy onscreen tensed then released. His entire body shook as the orgasm barreled through him and out of his dick, painting himself and his bed with a second release, adding to the first. I knew he’d been an adult for years—I’d surmised that from subtle hints he’d dropped in previous live streams, and also, thank god—so that refractory period was impressive.

I’d done that.

My own orgasm forced its way to the surface at the thought, and soon my own lap was coated with my usual larger-than-average load of cum. I sunk back against my padded headboard as the feed went nearly silent save the sound of his labored breaths.

When he didn’t speak for a full minute, I eyed the chat. A few of the more crass viewers—though admittedly, in this context, that was a matter of degrees—were asking for a third load. Jesus, what were they thinking? The man was clearly destroyed.

At least he’d earned a ton of tips while he’d been otherwise occupied.

But when he still didn’t speak after another long moment, I popped into the chat. His eyes were currently closed, but maybe he had an audible notification set up for times like this? Worth a shot. You okay, Substar?

My question was joined with a few others echoing the sentiment, and as the barrage of messages came through, Substar finally opened his eyes and languidly pushed himself up to sitting. Well, he tried. Behemoth was in the way, so he dragged it out of his hole slowly, carefully, wincing the whole time. He set it aside—the sheets would need to be washed anyway, so I supposed it didn’t matter where—then blinked at the screen. He even leaned forward and squinted as if that orgasm had stolen his eyesight.