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“You’re almost there. Come on, babydoll,” Sam grits out, and Craig shudders and twitches again and again as his cock gets darker and harder, close to coming. There’s another spasm internally, the clenching a little stronger, and Craig gasps and shakes, struggling with the discomfort of coming.
This was exactly the concern Sam had when he studied Craig’s modifications. Difficulty with orgasm.
Craig tries to squirm down on his cock, tries to writhe, but they’re so tightly locked that all it does is pull on where they’re joined.
“I can’t. Ican’t,” Craig begs.
“Offer me your neck. Daddy is going to bite you, and you’re going to come. You’re going to ride that pain like it’s pleasure, make it your own. That’s what my good boy does. Do you understand me? Are you mine, Craig?”
“I—yes! Yes, please.”
“Then obey me,” he hisses, focusing all of his dominance into his voice. Not because he thinks the submissive wants to disobey but because his boy is struggling and needs all the help he can get.
Craig’s instantaneous response is to whimper and offer his neck. He’s so sweet, body lax with the perfect combination of strain and surrender, and he has so much trust in Sam already, obeying as if all he was waiting for was direction. He’s incredible.
Sam bites hard into the column of Craig’s neck, and Craig’s fingernails sink into Sam’s thighs as he rides the pain.
And then it happens, Craig’s body doing what it’s meant to do, squeezing Sam’s knot in a cascade of pulses as Craig comes all over Sam’s fingers. Sam releases Craig’s neck and moans at the pleasure his boy is giving him.
“Good boy. Fuck, you got it, sweetheart.”
Craig grabs his hand, pulling it away from his cock, and Sam lets him, but he grabs Craig’s chest instead, squeezing at his nipple and the mound of flesh as he gets dragged closer and closer to orgasm.
Craig shakes in his arms, whimpering as his body squeezes endlessly on the large knot inside his stretched hole, soft mewling noises coming from his throat as his body milks and convulses, doing what it was designed to do—make a Dominant come, coax the release from his Dominant’s balls, and give his Dominant pleasure. And in return, he gets his own release, gets to submit, and feels so much sensation that he’ll be sated and exhausted in equal measure.
Sam wraps his arms around Craig and bites his neck again, and Craig collapses back against him, squeezing endlessly, unable to stop until he gets Sam’s come.
“Please,” Craig begs. He sounds drunk. “I’m milking, Daddy.”
“Close, baby. You’ve almost got it. Daddy feels so good,” Sam groans and grinds a fraction of an inch deeper.
Craig sobs and starts to struggle, but Sam growls and nips at him, making him settle. His passage ripples harder, and Sam puts a hand on Craig’s stomach, feeling the muscles twitching and jumping, working hard to make Sam come and get the hormones he needs.
“There you go. You fucking got it. What a good boy you are,” he grits out and finally starts to come, releasing into his submissive, filling him up as he rides Craig down to the bed, settles on top of him, and gets the sweet pleasure of his balls emptying.
“I feel it,” Craig says. “Kiss me, please.”
Sam kisses him, or at least tries to, but the pleasure keeps overwhelming him, and it’s more that Craig kisses his jaw and the corner of his mouth while he endures the agonizing pleasure of his release.
“Am I good, Daddy?” Craig breathes against Sam’s parted lips, and Sam tries to answer through the bliss of his orgasm, his cock squeezed and caressed inside Craig’s warm body.
He isn’t just good. He’s everything Sam has ever wanted.
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It’s a full twenty minutes later before he’s able to pull out of Craig’s hole. It’s his prostate, modified for his Dominant’s pleasure. It’s extremely large, and it definitely felt good. But it was honestly a little terrifying, too, though it’s something Sam thinks they will be able to enjoy more now that he knows they won’t need help to get free. Craig is asleep when he pulls out. He examines his boy’s hole, surprised he doesn’t look more sore or open, and then stumbles into the bathroom to clean up before making them food.
Craig shows up a few minutes later, naked and rubbing idly at his stomach. “I am so sore. You have no idea.”
Sam flips over the chicken breasts and then gives Craig his full attention. “Where?”
“My stomach. From the… you know.”
“Clenching? Milking?”
Craig’s expression turns sour, and a flush crawls up his chest. “That word… surely there is another word.”
“Oh, really? I think it’s hot.”
