by Sean Michael
“Yeah, that’d be cool.” He loved holding hands with Chrissy as they walked.
“Where should we go?” Chrissy pinched his ass, playing with him.
“To the bedroom for a spanking if you’re not careful!”
“No spankings! You’re cut off from those!” Chrissy’s laugh was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard.
“That seems to be a request for a spanking.” He took an easy swat.
“Not a punishment, just a little love, right?”
“You know it. You haven’t earned a punishment in days.” And his Chrissy was thriving.
“I haven’t. I’m trying hard to be good.”
“And your effort has been noted.”
“Thank you. I’m glad.” Yes, his Chrissy needed this.
“I got a flogger in the mail. Maybe we should try it out. I think you’ll like it.” The deeper thudding would last longer.
“Doesn’t that hurt a lot?”
“It can, but it doesn’t have to. Not if you wield it correctly, carefully. I’ve practiced with one. I know how to use it without making it too much.” He wasn’t into doing real damage to his boy.
“I—yeah? You sure?”
“I am. And you have a safeword, so if you ever feel that something is too much, you can use your safeword.” He wasn’t sure Chrissy had really remembered that he had one, but he needed his boy to know that he not only had one, but he could use it if he needed too. Which of course also meant that he could yell and scream and say no all he wanted to, without consequence.
“Yeah, I do. I do. Right. I’m trying.”
“I know.” He hauled Chrissy up to him, knowing their closeness was the best thing for easing nerves.
“Oh.” Chrissy almost immediately eased, snuggling in.
Yeah, his boy always appreciated it when Daddy had him.
“Come on, naked you and bed.”
“Can we snuggle after, Daddy?”
Chrissy loved the aftercare best of all, and it was his favorite part too. “We have to snuggle afterward, boy.”
“Okay.” Chrissy sighed and cuddled in close.
He nodded. Yeah, it was more than okay. He walked them into the bedroom, the bed inviting them. “The flogger is in the top right dresser drawer. Get it out for me.”
He was going to have to get a chest for their toys, somewhere to put the things he wanted Chrissy to see on a regular basis. The wardrobe was good, but he liked the idea of a special box for special toys.
He watched Chrissy, eager to see his boy’s reaction to handling the flogger.
The handle was smooth, the falls heavy and thick, the whole tool a lovely black. Chrissy gasped softly, licking his lips as his cock filled in his jeans.
Jerusalem loved it when he was proven right about what his boy needed.
“You’re going to make it good, right?” Chrissy asked. “It’s a little…well…big.”
“Of course I’m going to make it good. And despite the size, you want it. I can see how hard you are, boy.”
“Hush.” Chrissy cupped one hand over his cock, hiding away from him.
“You can’t hush me, boy. You can’t hide from me either.” He made come-here motions with his hands. “Show me my cock, baby boy.”
It was unbearably exciting, having Chrissy want this, want him so much.
His own cock was hard, pressing against his zipper. He licked his lips as his boy moved closer.
“Show Daddy his cock, Chrissy.”
Chrissy exposed carefully himself, lowering his zipper, baring himself and that sweet, hard prick.
“And who does this pretty cock belong to?”
Chrissy groaned and stepped closer. “I—you.”
“You better believe it.” He rubbed his hands together, then reached for his prize. He wrapped his hand around Chrissy’s cock and stroked, impossibly gentle.
Chrissy whimpered, pushing into his touch with a soft moan.
“I’ve got you. Love this cock. My cock. So hot. So hard. So mine.” His own prick was aching, both from the thought, and the blush in his boy’s cheeks.
He rubbed his thumb across the tip of Chrissy’s cock before letting go of it altogether. “Undress me, boy, and then I’ll give you your flogging.”
“I’d love to.” Chrissy leaned in and undid the drawstring of his sweats. “I love your skin, your body.”
“It’s all yours to play with.” He loved Chrissy’s care and his touches, his need.
“Mmhmm…” Chrissy knelt and pulled the sweats down and off.
He spread his legs a little, wordlessly offering himself to Chrissy. He did love that mouth. Like clockwork, Chrissy started sucking on him.
Groaning, he dropped his hands to Chrissy’s head, carding his fingers through his boy’s hair. Chrissy never hesitated, immediately pulling and giving him what he wanted.
He all but purred, shifting his hips and pushing into Chrissy’s mouth over and over. His boy opened up, taking him deeper and deeper. It was so fucking good.
“Love you, Chrissy.” He cupped his boy’s face, moving his hips faster. Chrissy looked up, gazing at him with wide eyes.
He kept contact with his boy as he took his pleasure. Chrissy swallowed, moaning for him, the sound so sweet and vibrating around his prick.
He groaned and shuddered, come shooting from his balls. Chrissy held him close, swallowing hard and drinking him down.
“Mmm. You have a magical mouth, baby. You make me feel so good.”
Chrissy kissed his hip, the tip of his cock.
“Now I’m ready to give you what you need.” Well-motivated too. A thank-you for the blowjob.
Chrissy rested against him, nodding and breathing hard.
“I’m going to make it so good, you’re going to beg for the flogger in the future.”
“I believe in you, but I’m a little scared.” What a good boy, being honest with him.
“It’s something new, and like you said, it’s big, heavy. There’s nothing wrong with being scared, as long as it doesn’t keep you from doing things.”
“Lots of times, it does…”
“Not this time.” His boy was going to love this.
Chrissy nodded, cheek rubbing on his thigh.
“I’m going to have you lie on the bed this time. I can’t do a good job with the flogger if you’re over my lap.”
“Okay…” Chrissy climbed up on the bed, shivering.
He moved his hands over Chrissy’s skin, sliding his fingers along his boy’s spine and then rubbing his ass. “Daddy’s got you, boy.”
“I believe in you. I do. You won’t harm me.”
He kissed Chrissy’s ass, then gave it a few smacks, just to warm Chrissy up. His boy knew this, understood it, and relaxed into him.
Humming, he grabbed the flogger. The first hit was against his own hand, which let him test the fall of the leather.
The thud was solid, strong, and would feel heavy but not sharp on his boy’s ass. Perfect.
“Here we go.” He hit Chrissy’s ass with the flogger, watching the leather tongues land.
“I—” Chrissy’s hands reached back and covered his ass.
“Boy!”
“Sorry! Sorry, it was…it surprised me.”
“I warned you I was starting.” He rubbed Chrissy’s ass, not really upset. “I’m going to give you another hit.” With that, he laid down another swat with the leather.
Chrissy groaned, reaching up tall on the mattress.
“Better, boy. Grab hold of the sheets if you need to.” He set down another hit, loving the sound of the leather as it kissed Chrissy’s ass.
Chrissy clenched, hips rolling, prick sliding on the sheets.
“Feels good, eh?” He hit again, and Chrissy moved back into the hit and then forward along the sheets.
“I don’t know…” Chrissy groaned softly, but his boy was constantly moving.
“Makes you want, though. Makes you need, and that’s a good thing.”
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sp; Chrissy groaned, shaking his head. “Please.”
He knew very well that Chrissy didn’t mean “please, stop.” So he laid a few more hits down with the leather, careful to keep them fairly light. He didn’t want to break Chrissy’s skin or hit too hard. This was to get Chrissy used to something deeper, something not his hand. One day, Chrissy would beg for a good, hard flogging, but they weren’t there yet.
Then he began to use his hand, needing his boy to feel this, needing to see Chrissy’s ass deep and dark red. Such a perfect color on his boy.
Leaning in, he licked one red asscheek.
“Daddy! Daddy, I need you!” He knew that. He believed it.
“I’m right here, boy.” He climbed on the bed, straddling the backs of Chrissy’s legs. That gave him great access to Chrissy’s ass. He loved the sweet curve, the way Chrissy’s body moved constantly.
He bent and gave the red ass another kiss, the heat beneath his lips incredible. Then he cupped Chrissy’s ass, pulling his asscheeks apart to expose Chrissy’s little hole. He groaned softly, opening Chrissy up wider.
Bending, he swiped his tongue along Chrissy’s crack, giving Chrissy’s wrinkled entrance extra attention.
“Oh please…”
He grinned and licked again. “Remember not to curse, boy. If you do, I’ll whip your hole.”
“No fair!”
“No? Can’t decide if you want to curse or not?” It wouldn’t surprise him if Chrissy went for it. He licked again, teasing his boy.
“So good. Never…never felt so much.”
“I will always bring you more sensation, boy.” He’d give Chrissy as much sensation as his boy could handle.
“Oh….” Chrissy pressed himself into the sheets.
“You want to rub off against the mattress, don’t you?” He continued to lick and rub at Chrissy’s ass.
“It’s not touching!”
“I didn’t say you were, baby. I said you wanted to.” He’d totally have swatted this lovely ass if he’d thought Chrissy was actually rubbing off without permission.
“I do. I want to. All the time, Daddy.”
“Oh, you should come to me when you need, boy. I’ll help you. Or not if I think that’s what you need.”
“No fair. Oh, damn. I need you. I need this.”
“Daddy knows, boy.” He spread Chrissy’s cheeks again, pushing his thumbs against his boy’s hole.
“Yes!” Chrissy pushed his shoulders up, pressed back against Jerusalem.
“Such a beautiful, needy boy.” He let his thumbs sink into his boy’s ass, the heat gripping him in the best way. Then he spread, nice and slow, making his boy cry out, begging for him.
He bent over and pushed his tongue in deep, tasting the heart of Chrissy.
“Fuck!” Chrissy’s hips rolled, humping the sheets.
He let go of Chrissy’s ass and gave the left cheek a good solid swat.
“Ow! I need you. Fuck me!”
He swatted the other cheek this time, fingers slapping against the reddened skin. His boy’s little hole was going to burn, and Chrissy was going to hold himself open and ask for it.
“Please, Daddy.” Chrissy twisted and groaned, his boy demanding.
“Such a bad boy this afternoon. Daddy knows exactly what you need, though.”
“Not bad, Daddy. I swear. I didn’t jack off. I was good.”
“You did swear, though. More than once.”
Chrissy groaned and shook his head, sobbing with his hunger.
He grabbed the flogger and laid several more swats down on Chrissy’s ass, followed by several across the top of his thighs and one right above his ass.
“No more! Daddy, please!”
“Are you going to stop swearing?” He’d already flung the flogger away and reached for the lube.
“Mean to me! So mean.”
He snorted but didn’t reply. Instead, he lubed up his fingers and pushed two into Chrissy’s ass. The tight ring of muscle rippled and clenched, trying to draw him in.
“Such a needy boy. It’s one of my favorite things about you.”
“I can’t help it. I need you. Bad.”
“I feel the same way, boy. I need to fill you like I need my next breath.” He sank his thumbs in deep and opened Chrissy up, tugging his thumbs against the sides of Chrissy’s hole.
“Oh fuck. I could come just from you opening me up.”
“No, I haven’t given you permission to yet.” He wanted to see if Chrissy would be able to hold back just because he’d told him to.
“I know. I know, Daddy. I want to be good for you.”
“I know you do. I love that you try so hard for it.” He fucked Chrissy’s sweet hole with his thumbs. It was fairly shallow, but together they were a nice thickness. He pulled the tight ring apart before letting it relax, then he stretched it again.
He repeated the moves over and over, getting Chrissy used to the stretch, to the penetration. “I’m going to make love to you. I’m going to feel your burning ass against my hips.”
“I want you. I want you everywhere, please.”
Yeah, he wanted to be inside Chrissy, badly. He pressed his cock in between his thumbs, and his boy cried out.
“You think you can take my cock and my thumbs, boy?” He was willing to bet Chrissy would love it.
“I’d take anything for you. I’d let you stretch me wide.”
Like that wasn’t something Chrissy would love anyway.
“I’m going to do it, boy.” He was going to hold Chrissy open like this with his thumbs and thrust in.
“Yes, Daddy.” Chrissy offered his hole like the sweetest, neediest slut.
It made him moan. He let go of Chrissy’s ass so he could slick up his cock, and he re-slicked his thumbs. “Ready, boy?”
“Ready.”
“Excellent.” He slid his thumbs back into Chrissy’s body, spread his lover open. He tugged and then pressed in, his cock pushing in to fill his boy up. Oh damn, he hadn’t felt anything like this, ever. He groaned loudly.
“Daddy, more…”
Fuck, there had never been anything hotter.
He pulled out, then pushed his cock back in, a little harder, a little faster, filling Chrissy right up. His balls swung and pushed against Chrissy’s, the little ache perfect.
He moved faster, finding a rhythm to suit them both. Chrissy groaned and whimpered, head hanging down as he flew.
He watched as his thumbs kept Chrissy spread, keeping the sensation different from when he usually fucked Chrissy. He would need to take his thumbs out soon enough—he wanted the full experience of Chrissy’s eager body holding his cock tight. But for now, this was magical.
He watched his cock, disappearing and reappearing, red and slick and swollen. It was framed not only by his thumbs, but by the deep red marks on Chrissy’s ass left there by the flogger. Just the sight was enough to make him come, but he wouldn’t allow it. His boy deserved a good, solid fucking after taking the flogging so beautifully. He closed his eyes and counted the thrusts to ten as he took deep breaths. When he got to ten, he was back under control—more or less.
Chrissy moaned under him, thrashing and hungry for this loving.
He pulled his thumbs out and thrust back in with just his cock, groaning as Chrissy’s body snapped closed around his prick. Fuck. There was nothing better than this. Nothing on earth better than him and his boy.
Chrissy pushed up, riding him with a fierce passion. He grabbed hold of Chrissy’s shoulder with one hand, his hip with another and gave it to his boy as hard as he could.
Chrissy’s ass clenched tight, body milking him, demanding more. Greedy, pushy boy.
He let go of Chrissy’s shoulder so he could swat that beautiful ass as a reminder of just who was the Daddy here. Then he changed his angle, managing to find Chrissy’s gland on the next thrust.
“Fuck!” Chrissy’s head fell forward. “There! There, Daddy! More!”
A surge of pleasure went through him, like
it did every time Chrissy spontaneously called him Daddy. He slammed into his boy, knocking Chrissy’s gland repeatedly. He wanted his boy to come so hard.
He didn’t touch Chrissy’s cock—he wanted his boy to come just from this. “I’m going to whip your hole tonight, baby boy. You’re going to spread yourself wide and beg me.”
“No!” Chrissy’s ass clamped down hard.
Fuck his boy was turned on. “Yes. You’ll beg and hold yourself open for me, too, and you’ll come and come.”
Chrissy pushed himself up to his hands and knees and bounced back against his hips, riding him hard.
He loved that he could drive his boy so absolutely wild, simply by telling him what was coming soon. His lover was so eager, so hungry for him, for their games.
He pounded in even harder, driving them toward their climaxes. They took everything they needed, and then they took some more.
“On my command, boy.” He knew Chrissy needed to come, but he knew his boy would try as hard as he could to obey.
“Yes. Yes, please. Please, Daddy.”
“See? You’re begging already.” He shifted, looking to find Chrissy’s gland and light his boy up from the inside.
“N-not!” Chrissy clenched around him like a fist.
He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to control his own need to come right this very second. He wanted them to fall over together. When he said.
Groaning, he continued to thrust. “Begging’s a good thing, boy. I love it when you do.”
“Driving me crazy, Daddy. Making me want to scream.”
“Then scream. Loud and often.” He pegged Chrissy’s gland again. So close. Just a few more thrusts and he’d give the order because they were both right there.
“Daddy!” The sound of his name cried out made him dizzy.
“Now! Come now!” He slammed into Chrissy twice more before he orgasmed himself, flying on a huge wave of pleasure.
His boy was wild beneath him, hungry and desperate as they shot.
He collapsed onto Chrissy, dropping kisses over whatever skin he could reach, panting to catch his breath. Shivers of pleasurable aftershocks went through him, echoed in Chrissy’s body beneath him.
“Yours.” Chrissy sighed softly, melting under him.
“You got it. Head to toe.” He gave Chrissy an openmouthed kiss on his neck, licking and sucking to stimulate all the nerves there. Just because they were done making love, didn’t mean he couldn’t keep giving Chrissy good sensations to revel in.