by Sean Michael
He put his hand on Chrissy’s hip and slipped his fingers out of his boy. “This isn’t about orgasming. It’s about emptying you. I’m not saying it won’t feel good, but you aren’t to help it along. That’s my job.”
“I didn’t do anything…” This wasn’t whining. His boy was being honest.
“You were rocking, lover. Trying to control the movements. I’m guessing unconsciously.” He smiled and went back to gently slipping his fingers in, touching that sweet gland again, nice and easy. They weren’t in any hurry. In fact, the longer this took, the longer they connected.
“Daddy, I need more. Please.”
“I’m giving you exactly what you need for this.”
Chrissy sighed, head shaking back and forth. “Touch me, Daddy.”
“I am touching you. Daddy is right here.” He cupped Chrissy’s face with his free hand and looked into his boy’s eyes, loving the deep hunger there.
Chrissy cuddled in and pulled his legs up higher, trying to move his fingers.
He pressed kisses along Chrissy’s face and whispered, “I’ve got this. I’ve got you.”
“I want you. I want your cock, Daddy.”
Oh, that was mean.
“That’s not what we’re doing right now, boy.” He kept touching, and Chrissy began to leak, body responding. “This is what we’re doing. Getting every drop of come out of your body. You’ll still be able to orgasm, but they’ll be dry and the urge to always touch yourself won’t be there.”
“My legs are tired. Can I put them down, please?”
“How about we put ropes around them and tie those to the headboard. That way you can relax your muscles and you’ll still be open for me.” He thought it was an excellent idea.
“Yes, Daddy. That’s fair. My thighs are shaking.”
He slipped his fingers out of his boy. “Good boy for saying something.” He went to the closet and found some thick but soft rope. After this, he was investing in spreader bars with padded thigh and ankle cuffs. That would be perfect.
He got the ropes around Chrissy’s thighs and tied them to the headboard, tightening them until Chrissy’s legs were spread just how he wanted them.
“There we go. Feel okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, they have me.” Chrissy relaxed into the ropes.
“Good.” He slid his fingers along the insides of Chrissy’s thighs. “Looks pretty sexy, baby.”
“Yeah? You like?”
“I do. I like that you’re all tied up and waiting for me.” Bending, he kissed one inner thigh, then the base of Chrissy’s balls.
“Daddy…That’s so good.” Listen to that whimper.
“What? This?” He kissed the skin beneath Chrissy’s balls, then licked it and nosed Chrissy’s balls at the same time.
“Uh-huh. So good. Thank you.”
“We’ll come back to this after these balls are empty.” He kissed them one more time, then added more slick to his fingers and pushed them back into Chrissy’s body.
Chrissy tried to rock toward his touch, but he couldn’t now. Perfect.
He found that sweet gland and began tapping it once more, Chrissy’s prick immediately dripping again. It made him hum and lick his lips.
It was harder than he thought, to not speed up, rub hard, get Chrissy off. He managed to keep it slow and easy, though, nudging the little gland again and again.
Chrissy’s cock dripped, the wet slick trailing down his belly. God, he wanted to lick every drop up.
“Daddy. Daddy, I need more. Please. Please.”
“One drop at a time, baby. You can do this. I know you can.”
This time would be the most seed. Tomorrow, there would be only a bit, and then they would start their routine.
He kept their connection open the entire time, talking and nuzzling and loving on his boy as he kept that flow going, his hand going numb as he nudged that little gland continuously.
“I…I ache. Faster? Please? It won’t stop.” No. No, it wouldn’t. Not until his boy was empty.
The leaking intensified, the clear drops becoming more and more cloudy.
“I’ve got you, boy, and I won’t leave your side until we’re done. Hell, I won’t leave your side even when we are done.”
He gently rolled and squeezed Chrissy’s balls. They had to be nearly done here, though clearly they weren’t quite.
“I’m going to use the tool now, baby.”
“Okay…are we good, Daddy? We’re good?”
“We’re so good, baby boy. I’m so proud of you.”
That was what his boy needed to hear, Chrissy’s clenched hands relaxing.
He grabbed the metal plug and showed it to Chrissy again. “This little bauble is going to help me keep on stimulating your gland until you’re entirely empty.”
Chrissy blinked at him, trying to focus. He dropped a kiss on his boy’s lips, a simple rubbing of their skin together. Then he slicked up the bead at the end of the metal.
“I want you to fuck me, Daddy. Deep and hard.”
He swatted that pretty ass. “No cursing, boy.”
He pushed the little ball at the tip of the metal into Chrissy’s body, then continued to slide it deeper. It was smaller than two of his fingers, so it sank in easily. It took a little experimenting to find Chrissy’s gland, but when he found it, his boy gasped, tiny hole clenching.
“A little more intense than my finger, eh?” He pressed again, then again, the dripping coming from Chrissy’s cock increasing.
“Uh-huh. Daddy. Love you.”
The rush of power that Jerusalem felt was amazing as he eased the sperm from his boy. His cock was hard as nails, and he couldn’t quite believe Chrissy was allowing him to have this.
His voice was thick as he answered. “Love you, too, boy.” So very much. Chrissy amazed him every day. “Look at you. This time will be the most. Once I empty you all the way, I intend to keep you that way for a month. Keep you empty and satisfied.”
Chrissy’s answer was a whimper and another slow, unsatisfying pulse of spunk.
His boy would find out, would come to understand how good this could be—was.
He was patient, rubbing until there was barely anything leaking from Chrissy, and then he began to massage his boy’s balls. Chrissy sobbed and another thick blob of seed dripped from his boy.
“Oh God, Daddy, please! Please, I can’t…”
“Are you kidding? You’re doing amazingly. I’m so proud of you. And we’re almost done.” He just needed to make sure Chrissy was completely empty.
He removed the toy and pushed his fingers in, working his boy’s gland hard and stroking Chrissy’s cock. Chrissy convulsed, humping his hand, trying to come, but nothing happened—not a drop.
Fuck yes.
“There we go, baby. Mission accomplished.”
“Fuck me! Daddy, it…I need.” Chrissy stared down at his mostly soft cock with pure shock. “Help me. I need you to hold me.”
“You do. And I need to hold you. And I am going to fuck—no, I’m going to make love to you shortly. But holding comes first.” He undid the ropes first, rubbing Chrissy’s legs as he let them fall back to the bed.
Chrissy dove into his arms, clinging to him and shaking. He rubbed his hands along Chrissy’s back, giving his boy sweet kisses to help his boy find calm and ease. “My good, sweet boy. My angel.”
The tremors took a while to ease, but his boy finally relaxed in his arms.
He pressed a kiss on Chrissy’s temple. “Can you feel it, boy? The peace? The connection?” He could lie here for the rest of the day, just holding Chrissy and that would be more than enough, despite his still hard prick.
“Shh…just love me.”
“I do. But it’s important you see the benefits to what we do. I want you to understand.”
Chrissy stared at him, eyes blown and dazed. “Understand what?”
“That what we did leads to this.” He pulled Chrissy closer, lining them up together as much as possible.
“Okay. I hear you.”
“Good.” He kissed Chrissy again, tongue sliding between his boy’s lips. Chrissy opened for him, his boy lazy, quiet. It felt good, not having that need driving them hard and fast. There was a place for that, of course, but he liked this a lot.
Chrissy snuggled in, hiding in his neck, and pulled the blankets around him.
It was warm and easy and just right. This was going to be a great addition to their morning routine.
Chapter Ten
Chrissy wasn’t ever going to get up. Three days of this obsession from Salem, and he was about to bite someone, hard. Two mornings and that first afternoon—yeah, he was staying asleep.
Salem curled around him, hand sliding along his body. He didn’t move beyond squeezing his eyes together.
A soft kiss dropped onto his shoulder. “I know you’re awake, Chrissy.”
Nope. He wasn’t. Not at all.
Salem continued to kiss him, moving lower, headed for a nipple by the feel of things.
He wasn’t going to move. He wasn’t. He… Goosebumps popped out all over him. Salem hummed and dragged his tongue right across Christian’s right nipple. “I can feel your heart speeding up, baby boy.”
“Shh. Sleeping, Daddy.”
Salem smiled against his skin. “We could do the milking while you’re asleep, I guess. It would be interesting to see if it went slower or faster that way.”
“No more. Not today.” The milking wasn’t painful, but the release was more like pissing than the wildness of an orgasm, and he hadn’t been able to come dry, so he stopped asking for more sex.
“It’s only day four, baby. You’ve got twenty-six more after today.” Salem kissed his nipple. “Gonna do this and then make love to you.”
He groaned and rolled away, cocooning himself.
“Where are you going?” Salem spooned up behind him.
He didn’t know. “I’m just…really frustrated, Daddy.”
“Because you haven’t been able to let go and come dry yet.” Salem didn’t say it like it was a question.
“You say it like I’m doing something wrong, and that hurts my feelings.” He was willing to do this, but Daddy needed to be respectful of him too.
“I don’t think you’re doing anything wrong, baby. Not at all. This is one thing that I can’t do for you, though. I can guide you to it… And it’s just a matter of figuring out how to make your body push through the lack of spunk.” Salem unwrapped him, stroking him gently. “You will. I know. You just have to breathe.”
“Breathe. I’m trying. I swear.”
“I know you are. I’m so proud of you, baby. You’ve done so well. And this is a big thing we’re doing here.”
He opened his eyes. “Yeah? Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, and yes, it’s a very big thing. I bet if you were to tell any of the Daddy’s boys we know, they’d all go wide-eyed. This is hard-core. But you’re ready for it. And you haven’t touched yourself in your sleep once since we started.”
“It’s weird, huh? Frustrating.”
“You’ll get there, baby. I know you will.”
And if he didn’t? There were twenty-six days left. That was finite, and this was so important to his Daddy.
“You went tense—what are you thinking, baby?”
“That I’m glad I can do this for you.”
Salem kissed his shoulder. “And I’m doing it for you.”
He didn’t know about that, but he was trying to keep an open mind. He really was.
Salem kissed his forehead. “Let’s do this. I want to move to the making love portion of this morning.”
“Can I just stay here? I’m comfy.” Surely they could do that and be relaxed.
“Yeah, we can do it like this.” Salem slid his fingers down Chrissy’s back, right to his crack.
“Cool.” He wanted to stay close, loving each other.
Salem’s fingers disappeared and, a moment later, came back, slick and warm as they pushed into him. He groaned softly, his toes curling, but he didn’t complain.
Salem found his gland unerringly and tapped it. And tapped it. And tapped it. And tapped it. He panted, and he wanted to rub against his lover, get himself off. He could feel his prick dripping, and he swore he’d already been drained.
“I need more, Daddy. I need to come.”
“You can come after you’re empty.” Salem said that every time they did this.
“But I can’t!” He nipped a little at Salem’s shoulder.
“We’ll keep trying until you can, I promise. You’ll get there, boy. I will help you.” Salem pushed a little harder, then pulled his fingers away. “I’m going to get the tool.”
He groaned, but the tool made it easier, made things simple. It felt cool as it went in but warmed up quickly. It was thin enough that it wasn’t a big stretch or painful at all. He sighed, eyes closed as Salem worked him.
“Can you feel the rise and fall of my chest against your back?” Salem took a deep breath.
“Yes.” God, Salem was warm.
“I want you to close your eyes and concentrate on my body moving against yours, and then I want you to use that as a guide to breathe with me.”
He nodded and let his eyes fall closed, breathing with his Daddy, sinking into his lover’s will.
“That’s it, boy. Just in and out, super easy.” Salem touched his gland with the metal ball again, then he did it again on the next draw of their breaths.
“Love.” He sighed the word, his world spinning.
“Mmm. Love you, too, boy.” The words whispered across his ears.
The touches made him shiver, made him moan deep with Daddy as he relaxed deeper into Salem’s arms.
The hits to his gland continued, Salem’s other hand sliding along his belly. He knew this—there would be leaking, then a deeper release, then the end left him empty and aching.
“I’m going to fill you, boy. Fill you with me, put in a plug.”
“I want to come, Daddy. I want to come too.” Seed leaked from him, thick and heavy, and he groaned.
“You will. We won’t give up until you do.” The warm touches were a balm to the constant pinging of his gland and the come dripping from his cock. “How does it feel?”
“Like it’s just sliding out.”
“Are you empty?” Salem nuzzled his ear. “Can you tell?”
God, he wanted to say yes, but it wasn’t true. “N-no. No, Daddy. Not yet.”
“Oh, Chrissy, I am so very proud of you.” Salem nuzzled his neck, lips soft and warm and nibbling gently.
His balls throbbed, Salem’s fingers rubbing and rubbing. His prick still dripping.
“Won’t be long now, baby. You can’t have much left inside you.”
“I hate the last part.”
“The part where I push hard? The part where I make sure you’re done?”
“Yeah. It’s supposed to be good, and it’s just empty.” It made him want to twist and stick his ass and cock up, beg for them both to be filled.
“I’m sorry it’s not paying off with incredible dry orgasms yet. But I’m so proud of you. And it has helped—you aren’t unconsciously reaching for your cock anymore.” Salem tapped his mostly soft cock. “You’re not thinking about being hard all the time.”
“No. Empty. It feels empty.”
“I’ll fill you up with my seed,” Salem promised. “And plug it inside you.” Then he nuzzled again. “I could give you a cock cage with a thick sound in it, fill your pretty prick too. Would you like to try that?”
His body convulsed, his cock pushing out another thick bit of seed. He needed that. He wanted sensation in his dick. “Oh God. Daddy. Please.”
“I do love it when you call me Daddy.” Salem rubbed against him, cock hard against his lower back.
He wanted it. He needed more. He needed Salem’s cock.
Salem reached around and rolled his balls, pushed them, and a last dollop of come slid out of his cock.
“There. That’s it.”
He whimpered. “Wh-what first?”
“I’m going to make love with you.”
He nodded, grabbed a pillow, and held onto it, hiding in the softness. Salem grabbed his chin and tilted his face, giving him a kiss that started gentle and grew more passionate.
“I’m mad at you right now…” he whimpered.
Salem frowned. “Why are you mad at me?”
“Because you get to come!”
“You will, too, baby. We’re going to make it happen this time.”
He clung to the words. “You promise, Daddy?”
“I promise.” Salem kissed him softly. “We’re going to figure it out because when you finally do get to come dry, you’re going to discover that it’s amazing.”
“And after you’ll plug me?” His cock and his ass?
“It’s going to be plug city in here, baby.”
“Really? Plug city?” He started to giggle, just tickled as hell.
Salem’s deep chuckles joined him. “Yeah, that’s the news, Daddio’s boyo—plug city.”
Christian laughed hard, letting it fill him up, letting it relax him. Salem laughed with him, placing tickling kisses over his shoulder.
“I love laughing with you, baby boy. After this morning, we’re going to go meet friends for a late lunch and some shopping.”
“Yeah?” He’d like that. He wanted to get out and about.
“You’ll be plugged in both ass and cock when we go.”
It would be worth it, to feel full. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Mmm. Love you, boy.” Salem kissed him again, turning him while they kissed so Salem could lie on top of him.
He wrapped his legs around Salem, bringing them together. Rocking against him, Salem continued to plunder his mouth, the tongue-fucking making the nerves in the small of his back tighten.
He opened and let his Daddy in, let Salem have him.
They kissed for a long time, each buss more intoxicating than the last, letting him lose himself in Salem. His body felt used and relaxed, like he had come, but not.
Salem pushed a couple of slick fingers into him, spreading lube.
“Mmm…I feel you, Daddy.”
“I feel you, too, boy. How about this?” Salem pushed in another finger.