Come Play: An Erotica Charity Anthology

by Quin Perin

  Semen seeped from the corner of Caleb’s mouth as Baxter emptied his balls and groaned out loudly. He couldn’t hold it back anymore. A body shudder rippled through him, clearing his vision except for the colorful twinkling spots that sparked across his vision. As he hauled Caleb back up, yanking him off his cock suddenly, the last spurt of come landed on the boy’s face, barely missing his eye.

  Caleb’s breathing was hard, thin chest rising and falling rapidly. Baxter’s own heart pounded heavily, like a drum, reminding him he wasn’t as young as he thought. He tugged at the leash, breathless as well. “You okay, kitten?”

  The boy nodded. He sat back on his heels and started to clean himself again. The back of his hand rubbed across the come on his cheek, and then he brought it to his mouth, tongue darting out to lick it off before he did it again.

  Baxter smirked, watching him and leaning back on the couch. He was still hard, cock resting against his stomach, leaving a damp spot on his shirt. Caleb’s Master hadn’t given him a time limit, and well, it would have been a shame to waste his erection when it was still going strong. “Do you want more?” he asked the boy, rubbing his fingers over his scalp. Stroking him. He was pretty sure he knew the answer, but he liked hearing it.

  Turning his head to the side, Caleb nipped at his thigh through his jeans and made a soft, squealing sound, “Mew!” Caleb arched his back and shook his tail a bit, making sure to draw attention to his ass. He was surprisingly effective at communicating with minimal words, mostly using his body to signal what he wanted.

  “Get on Daddy’s lap,” Baxter said, patting his thighs.

  Caleb was up in a flash, clambering onto Baxter as if he was a cat tree. Those pale thighs spread wide before he settled down. Hands went under Baxter’s shirt, palms rubbing across his stomach and then up. The boy’s fingers spread through his chest hair, and he purred, leaning in and flicking his tongue over Baxter’s lips. Then he turned and nuzzled their cheeks together.

  It was that affectionate little gesture that made Baxter decide Caleb’s Master was a fool. If Baxter had a pet like Caleb, he would hoard him jealously. He was far too perfect to share, but he supposed it was his luck because Caleb was in his lap right now.

  A sudden stinging, burning pain flared across his chest and tore him from his thoughts. The boy had scratched his nails down his front and was giving him a very cross look. Baxter could have and probably should have punished him for that, but he was too busy laughing. “Impatient little kitty,” he murmured.

  Caleb continued to give him that look, lips pouting and eyes narrowing to slits. His hands were on Baxter’s stomach, and he curled them, digging his nails into the skin. He hissed softly and leaned in to bump his nose lightly against Baxter’s. Reaching up, Baxter scratched him behind one of the fluffy ears and chuckled when Caleb closed his eyes completely and let out a quiet sound. Caleb seemed to genuinely enjoy that, and Baxter wondered if the boy was the type who liked having his hair played with and pulled.

  While he worked on calming his kitten, he reached his free hand behind Caleb and grabbed the tail. The silky fur slid across his palm as he stroked it, humming. He really liked it, but it was going to have to go so he could bury himself deep in the boy. Curling his fingers near the base of the tail, he slowly rocked it back and forth. It made Caleb shiver, long lashes fluttering. Caleb ran his tongue over his lips, licking his chops, and tugged at Baxter’s shirt. “Mew?” That cute soft sound, almost like a squeak, was accompanied by pathetically big eyes and a pout.

  “Hm? Does kitty want Daddy to take his shirt off?” Baxter asked, pushing the plug in deeper.

  The boy nodded and purred, bumping the top of his head against Baxter’s shoulder. His teeth caught the end of the sleeve, and he gave a sharp tug. His quiet “meow” was muffled by the fabric, fingers twisting into it. Another pull made Baxter bat him away. “Only because you’ve been so good to me,” he acquiesced.

  Caleb grinned, sitting back on Baxter’s knees. Watching him hungrily. Baxter liked to imagine Caleb had been thinking about him like this while he was in his class. Maybe that was why he’d gotten hit in the face with balls so often. Too busy thinking about taking the coach’s dick in the locker room. Baxter was glad he hadn’t known; it would have been very distracting.

  Arching his back off the couch, Baxter yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. The moment his skin was bare, Caleb was against him, and his hands roamed along his chest. That plump lower lip was caught up in his teeth, and his eyes were fixated on the exposed flesh. Up and down. Up and down. His fingers stroked, and then Caleb did something Baxter had not expected.

  Hands low on Baxter’s stomach, Caleb leaned in and lapped at his nipples. Sinful tongue fluttering over the dusky nubs. Delicate, careful strokes of his tongue. The boy’s nails dragged over Baxter’s hips, which made it impossible to sit still. His hips rolled, their cocks brushing together. As Caleb took the nipple into his mouth, sucking and whimpering, Baxter’s mind was wiped completely blank. His cock jumped, muscles twitching. “Jesus,” Baxter moaned. He brought his hand to the back of Caleb's head and pulled him off, only to guide him to the other one.

  Baxter wasn’t used to having attention paid to him like this. Sure, he had thirsty boys lining up to worship his cock, and most of them appreciated his body. But Caleb...he was way into it. Groping all over, rubbing against him, sucking and nibbling at his nipples. His hips were writhing, rutting desperately against him. Like he couldn’t get enough. Like he was completely in love. Enraptured with Baxter. It was the sexiest fucking thing.

  A sharp bite made Baxter groan, head tilting back onto the couch. The pain grounded him. Brought him back. One swift movement practically threw the boy off him. Caleb landed against the arm of the couch, eyes wide, questioning. Baxter rose to his feet, looming over the boy like God himself. His cock swayed, still immensely interested. A snake eager for its prey. “Kitten.” He smirked, snatching him by the hair and pulling him to the edge of the couch. He twisted Caleb’s blond strands; it made the boy’s eyes close, lips parting silently. “On the floor. Hands and knees.”

  Letting go of his hair, Baxter waited and watched as Caleb slunk off the couch and onto the floor. On his hands and knees, purposely turning so his ass faced Baxter. His chest went to the cold floor, no shame, with his red ass up in the air. He curled his arms beneath his head, resting his cheek against them. Almost as if he planned on taking an innocent little nap. Baxter wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock and gave it a hard squeeze. Keeping control was hard, but it was something he needed to do. With his size and the boy so small, he could tear him in half if he wasn’t careful.

  A calming breath kept him from losing it, and he turned away from Caleb. There were tables set up all around the club with condoms on them and bottles of lube standing next to them. One of the tables was next to the couch they’d been playing on. After some searching through the bowl of rubbers, Baxter managed to find one in his size and snatched up a large bottle of lube.

  Caleb hadn’t moved. Still reclined in that relaxed position. There were men standing near him, having decided to come in closer when Baxter turned from him. None of them trod too close though. None of them tried anything inappropriate. Several stroked themselves. But not one of them had a cock that compared to Baxter’s. He wasn’t worried. Caleb hadn’t even opened his eyes; he probably didn’t even notice they were there. Baxter didn’t bother with them. He had more important things to focus on.

  He sunk to his knees behind Caleb with a heavy thud and set the lube and condom down next to him. Both hands slapped onto the boy’s ass, giving each cheek a hard squeeze and wiggle. Baxter spread him open and let out a growl. That pink hole stretched around the toy...God, he wished he could take a picture.

  Still groping the boy with one hand, he grabbed the base of the plug with the other and started to pull it out. Slowly. Watching the pink pucker cling to the toy. Clutching around it. Not wanting to let go. Like a go
od and proper cockslut. Caleb whined, hips working back, trying to fuck himself on the toy.

  “Uh-uh,” Baxter murmured, slapping his ass again. “Be a good kitten and you’re going to get something much bigger.”

  A quiet squeal and Caleb stilled. He turned to bury his face in his arms, toes curling and flexing. Baxter laughed lowly and gave a gentle tug, the rest of the plug popping out. Caleb shuddered noticeably, whimpering. “Good kitty,” Baxter said, draping the tail over the couch so it didn’t get dirty. His eyes fixed on the boy’s slightly gaping entrance. He glided his fingers along Caleb’s back, petting him.

  “Meow!” Caleb exclaimed, drawing his shoulders together.

  Looming over Caleb, Baxter brushed his thumb across his entrance before pushing it in. The boy clenched around him, a moan falling from his soft lips. Baxter kissed the back of Caleb’s shoulder and placed his lips against the shell of his ear. “Let me know if you want me to stop at any time,” he murmured tenderly. He pulsed his digit inside the boy, fucking him with it as he spoke. “Don’t be afraid to use your safeword, okay?” Some guys were hesitant to use it, afraid of disappointing. Baxter didn’t care; he didn’t want to accidentally hurt someone.

  Caleb tilted his head to catch Baxter’s eyes. There was a smile on his lips, and he leaned in to Baxter, flicking his tongue across the tip of his nose. Okay. Baxter was pretty sure that was supposed to be reassurance, and he took it.

  He straightened behind him, removing his thumb from Caleb’s hole and grabbing the condom. While he tore the wrapper open, he glanced around again. Their crowd had grown even more; he smirked at them. He would show them how to properly handle a pretty little sub like Caleb.

  The condom was rolled onto his thick cock, resting snuggly at the base, and Baxter picked up the lube. This part was methodical, Baxter preparing with practiced ease. His slick hand stroked over his shaft until it glistened wetly. More lube went onto his fingers. He was impatient, stomach tight and insides squirming. He was being careful, even though he didn’t want to be, but a part of him did enjoy it. It was like edging, denying himself the release he so badly wanted.

  A quiet sigh left Caleb when Baxter rubbed his fingertips along the boy’s entrance, smearing lube around. Two fingers pressed in, and Baxter worked them deep. Fucking the boy open with his fingers, he stretched him more than the plug could. Caleb whimpered, hiding his face away again, thighs spread wide and body pressing into each thrust. “You’re so fucking tight,” Baxter growled, curling his fingers.

  Caleb’s whole body jerked, and he yelped out loud, turning his head to look at Baxter again. Those blue eyes were pleading, lower lip stuck out. Baxter wanted to hear him beg for his cock. Desperate and eager. He could give him permission, and sweet words would rush from him. But that was no fun. He wanted to make him do it, break him. He would break him. That was a given at this point.

  “Don’t pout, kitten,” Baxter soothed, extracting his fingers. “Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”

  He squeezed one of Caleb’s ass cheeks, spreading him open and leaving greasy smears of lube on the pale skin. All of his patience was used up at this point, and he needed to be encased somewhere warm and tight as soon as possible.

  Grabbing the base of his cock to steady it, Baxter guided the tip toward Caleb’s entrance. This was one of his favorite parts. The anticipation that built upon itself. He held his breath, cockhead right against the boy’s pucker, and started to apply pressure. There was resistance, so much resistance. Caleb’s thighs shook, and his eyes were closed. He bit his lower lip so hard Baxter was surprised he hadn’t drawn blood yet. He didn’t say stop though, so Baxter kept going.

  For a moment it seemed like the boy’s body wasn’t going to give way. But Baxter kept pressing and pressing, slowly, steadily. Then all at once, he was in. The tip breached past that muscle, and Caleb gasped. Burning heat surrounded Baxter, a low growl vibrating in his throat. Caleb was almost too snug around him. He had to close his eyes and let out a long, slow breath to calm himself. Definitely worth waiting for. And he definitely didn’t want to end it too soon.

  His nails bit into Caleb’s tender, young skin, and he tried to ground himself. Maintain control. His eyes wandered down, and a rush of blood pumped through his cock at the sight of Caleb’s tiny hole stretched around his girthy shaft. Too good to be true. He felt as if he was defiling an angel, and he loved it.

  “You okay?” Baxter managed to get out. His eyes went up from Caleb’s arched back to his tensed shoulders. Lips were parted, cheeks pink, and it looked like he wasn’t breathing. He worried that it had been too much, hurt too much. But then Caleb nodded, very slightly, and pushed himself up onto his hands.

  God, he was shaking like a leaf, trembling like he was about to come undone. But it didn’t stop him from pressing back, trying to impale himself on Baxter’s cock. It made him smile and hold the boy harder, starting to sink in. Centimeter by centimeter, he disappeared into the boy. Perky cheeks were spread by Baxter’s cock. Held open by the sheer width of his shaft. It was slow going, but fuck was it all worth it. Complete and total bliss.

  Confident in Caleb’s ability to take it now, Baxter suddenly gave a harsh jerk of his hips, burying himself a little over halfway. The boy’s reaction was sudden and unexpected. A loud yelp that was sharp to the ear and Caleb’s body went stiff as a board. His body clamped around Baxter’s cock. His insides pulsing, trying to draw him deeper, trying to push him out. Searching for some form of relief and not getting any. Caleb’s arms gave way, buckling, and his chest smacked onto the floor, cheek pressed to the ground. Only Baxter’s hands on his hips kept him from falling away completely.

  Supporting Caleb easily, he ran one hand from the boy’s hip around to his stomach. His fingers felt wet. Christ, Caleb had come. Come-coated fingers slid upward, splaying in the center of Caleb’s chest. Baxter’s muscles flexed as he hauled the boy up. Caleb’s back was sealed against his chest, sides expanding rapidly with his gasps. It reminded him of the frantic beating of a hummingbird’s wings.

  He nuzzled his cheek into the boy’s hair, soft ear tickling his nose. “Did you just come, kitten?”

  “I’m sorry,” Caleb whispered.

  Baxter smirked. “Sorry?” he murmured. He petted the center of the boy’s chest and placed a kiss on the top of his head. “Why are you apologizing, hm? Let’s see how many more times we can make you come.”

  “Oh,” Caleb breathed, tilting his head back against Baxter’s chest. He stared up at him, lips trembling faintly.

  Lifting his hand, Baxter placed his arm around Caleb’s chest, below his neck. He pressed him back, nails digging into his shoulder, and he brought his other hand to one of Caleb’s hips. A sharp upward thrust sent the boy scrambling for stability, fingers hooking over Baxter’s forearm. His knees jerked slightly forward on the floor, and he whimpered. “So big,” Caleb whispered, voice small and distant, his kitten character gone for good. Just what Baxter had wanted.

  He growled and squeezed him, constricting him like a python. Caleb’s entrance was clasped around his base, the boy wound tight. Curling his spine, Baxter pulled out halfway and slammed back in. He practically lifted the boy off the floor with each thrust. All Caleb could do was hold on as he bounced on Baxter’s cock. His head lolled back, bumping against Baxter’s chest as if he was nothing more than a rag doll being used, powerless against some greater force.

  Baxter liked turning Caleb into a mess, and he was doing a good job of it. That blond hair tickled his chest with each harsh snap of his hips, the boy’s head whacking back as his cock slapped against his stomach. His nails left long scratches on Baxter’s arm; he was gasping and whimpering, the occasional mewling sound leaving him. Blue eyes were open, but they were unseeing, rolling at the pleasure coursing through him. He was completely gone. Lost on the high of his pleasure. Baxter didn’t think the boy could even form coherent thoughts at this point.

  Fingers kneaded at Caleb’s shoulder as he plowed up in
to him and stayed deep. The boy’s body was stretched out to the point it had to be hurting him, yet all he did was let out a sobbing moan and wiggle back onto him like it was possible to get any deeper. It wasn’t. Baxter was buried in him up to the hilt. His grasp on Baxter’s arms never loosened, holding the older man close as if he was afraid he would pull away. Like Baxter would even be able to.

  Caleb twitched, muscles clenching around Baxter’s cock. So good. So tight. So freaking perfect. Baxter couldn’t last much longer. His hand traced from the boy’s stomach, seeking out his cock and squeezing. It was scalding hot in his hand. Engorged and full. Ready for his next release. Baxter prided himself on being able to go long and strong and come multiple times in a session, but even he had to admire the willingness and recoverability of youth.

  Bending his head, he placed his lips on Caleb’s shoulder. “Be a good kitten for Daddy and give him your come,” he murmured before he bit down, making Caleb cry out. Instead of stroking him, Baxter rubbed the palm of his large hand over the boy’s lovely cock, giving him some friction to work with.

  Caleb yelped this time, the sound echoing like the most beautiful melody in his ears. It was as if Caleb had been waiting for permission and Baxter’s words were all he needed. It took mere seconds until Caleb thrashed against his grip, convulsing involuntarily. Baxter pressed his hand down on his cock and curled his fingers over the head, letting the come splatter over them.

  He waited until the boy had finished, body winding up and then relaxing. Caleb sunk into him, boneless. That was when Baxter started fucking him again. Short, precise thrusts that kept him deep. Caleb didn’t resist, didn’t press back. He couldn’t seem to move. His breathing was hard, and Baxter swore he felt his heart beating through his back and against his chest.

  The moment that sent him spiraling and spilling over the edge was small. Inconsequential. Caleb tilted his head and nuzzled into the crook of Baxter’s arm, making a quiet yet very clear “meow” sound.