Stephen - Sean Michael Page 0,49

his mind. Then, Champ let him go and slipped the cockring on him, just boom, like that.

“Daddy!” He sat up, eyes huge, his balls throbbing.

“Right here, sweet boy.” Champ stroked his cock a few times, the ache huge, necessary.

He pushed into Champ’s arms, shaking, his cock hard as diamonds.

“I’ve got you, boy. I will always have you.”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you. Please.” Anything. This felt so good. To have someone take control.

Champ kissed him, sliding one hand down to touch him behind his balls, fingertips teasing his hole. He spread, balancing on the mattress, letting Champ in.

One finger pushed inside him, Champ insisting on it. The pressure and ache filled him.

He rocked into the touch, his lips open. “So good. So good, Daddy.”

“Yes. You were made for this. For my touch, my need.” Champ pushed his finger deeper, pressing against Stephen’s gland.

Oh. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Lightning shot up his spine, his head slamming back.

“Oh right there, hmm?” Champ touched that spot again.

“Daddy. Daddy, that’s big.”

“Good. I want it to be big. I want it to be the biggest thing you’ve ever felt. I want me to be the biggest thing ever.”

It wasn’t fair, except it was. It was fair and wonderful and delicious. He ached for Daddy’s will.

Champ’s finger disappeared, leaving him empty and needing more, so much more. He got it, too, Champ lubing up his fingers and pressing two against his hole this time. Against and then in, opening him up.

His thighs trembled, and he held on to Champ’s shoulders.

Champ put an arm around him and lowered him back down onto the bed, those strong fingers still inside him. “Stay spread for me, boy.”

“Y-yes. Yes, Daddy. I’ll try.”

“You’ll do it.” Champ sounded so confident in him. Then Champ pressed those two fingers deep into him.

“I will. Oh, more.” He reached up and grabbed hold of the headboard.

“Pushy boy. Needy boy.” With each word, Champ pushed in again, and on the last one, those fingers found Stephen’s gland once more, brushing up against it.

He arched up, his heels digging into the sheets. “Fuck!”

Those fingers disappeared and Champ swatted his ass. “Language, boy.”

“Daddy!” The sting made his mouth dry. “Sorry. Sorry. It was too big.”

“And maybe you needed the swat to ground you.” Champ’s fingers returned to his hole, his Daddy pushing them in to find his gland once more.

Maybe he had.

He needed whatever Champ gave him.

The finger-fucking continued, driving him higher, making him very glad he was wearing the cockring—he would have hated to disappoint Daddy by coming again when he wasn’t supposed to.

Soon, he worried he wouldn’t have a choice. Soon, he’d just explode.

Two fingers became three, and then they disappeared altogether and Champ pressed his thick, hot cock right up against his hole, putting pressure on but not yet pressing in.

“Yours. Please. I need you. I’m yours.” He was losing his goddamn mind.

“You are. You’re mine and I decide when you get this—” Champ pushed just the head of his cock inside, holding Stephen open like that. “Or you don’t.” Champ pulled out, pulling his hips far enough that Stephen couldn’t feel that wonderful cock against his hole at all anymore.

“Daddy!” His body surged, begging for the connection.

“I’ve got you, boy. I do, even if it seems like I don’t.” Suddenly, Champ was back again, thick cock slamming into him. He took it, every inch, his entire soul rocked with it.

Champ hung there for a long moment, buried deep, gaze glued to his, fire right there between them. Then his Daddy moved, thrusting hard and fast, filling him over and over.

He nodded and gasped, reaching up to cling to his Daddy’s shoulders. That was what he needed, and he cracked down the middle.

Daddy didn’t stop or slow down. Instead, he sped up, slamming in like he was never going to stop.

“Gonna. Daddy, I’m going to…”

Growling, Champ grabbed his balls and pulled them down, the sharp pain just enough to stave off his orgasm. “You don’t have permission to come.”

He sobbed quietly, but he nodded, swallowing convulsively.

“Good boy.” Champ set up his thrusting again, but his rhythm soon gave way to quick, sharp pushes, his eyes glazing over as pleasure took him.

Every time his breath sped, Champ tugged his balls and he was pulled back. Build up and pull back, and build up higher and pull back again. Champ’s stamina seemed endless.

“Daddy!” His scream tore from his chest.

Champ’s shout of “Mine!” answered his cry, and then Champ froze and spunk filled him deep inside.

The heat opened him and