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Steve
Steve needed this man’s dick more than he needed food or water. He knew that as long as he had it in him, nothing could worry him. How could he be upset when he had such a thick piece of meat to play with?
He wanted to be whisked away into a world where there were no problems. A world where there was only the two of them. No one to judge, no one to tell them what they did was wrong.
He was lucky that his brother had stayed the night with one of his friends; this gave the two men the time alone they both were starved for.
James pulled his cock out and said, “You did that on purpose, didn’t you? Try to push my buttons…” He palmed his thick cock as he asked the question, teasing the outside of Steve’s hole with it.
Steve chuckled, wet and ready for James to fuck him. “Maybe a little.”
James bit his lip and asked, “Why? Why do you want to do that to Daddy?”
Steve loved the sound of the man’s voice. So masculine and in control. So sure of itself. Rough on the outside, but with a smoothness that felt like a nurturing daddy might tell his son.
It was kinky, he knew, but James never made him feel wrong for exploring such thoughts. On the contrary, it was encouraged and rewarded.
“Why? ‘Cause I’m a bad boy,” said Steve, biting his lip too.
James growled, becoming more aggressive. “I know you are. And bad boys deserve spankings.” Steve loved when the man became animalistic. He loved the control, the power, the discipline. He was more than willing to play the part.
James flipped Steve over on his stomach another act of raw dominance that the younger man loved. He swatted the younger man so hard on the ass, the handprint glowed red.
“Uhh!” said Steve. The electricity of pain ran through him. But he liked it, liked it a lot. “That’s what I need,” Steve heard himself say. He hadn’t expected to enjoy the swat so much, but he needed to be disciplined and needed it bad. So much so that he’d get James angry again if he had to.
James chuckled. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” He swatted him again. The strike almost made Steve cum right then and there, but he restrained himself. There would be time for that later.
“Uhh. Yes, sir,” said Steve, tossing his head back and forth. Beads of sweat ran from his soaked head down the sides of his face and forehead. The bed would be a swimming pool by the time they’d finished. But he didn’t care.
He loved every damn moment of this.
“I thought so.” Swat! Again, he spanked his ass like this boy needed. How did this man know what he wanted before he even said anything? It was like his cock was made for Steve’s ass.
Everything this man did brought him pleasure, and Steve wanted to please him back, give James what he longed for.
“You know what the Bible says?” asked James, startling Steve for a second. What the hell was he talking about?
“What’s that?” Steve asked, panting from anticipation.
“Do not spare the rod,” said James, sliding his cock deep inside Steve’s tight ass.
James stuck his hand around the younger man’s neck, almost in a chokehold, as he fucked him good and hard, holding him down.
“Ohh,” groaned Steve, the feel of this man’s love tool deep in him bringing him the pleasure he’d longed for. Each time, it felt new and different. Each time, it seemed like a pleasure he had never known before.
The way he slid it in and out at the perfect rhythm, the way he rocked and swayed his hips, knowing every crevice that needed to be filled and teased, drove Steve crazy.
“Oh, beat me,” Steve said. “Beat me with your fat cock…Oh, Jesus…Jesus, Daddy, please!” He was so loud now that the neighbors probably heard them, but Steve didn’t care.
No one could fulfill him like Silver Daddy could. No one could make his toes curl with delight and give him goosebumps all over his body. No one could wet his lips, and kiss him while he fucked him, or nip his lip to show he was in control like this man could.
The whole bed shook and squeaked in protest. The power of this older man made the whole room echo and buckle under his dominance. It was like he could literally control the very movement of the planet.
Steve’s head hit the headboard, but that didn’t stop James from fucking him. He got up and stood on his feet, dragging Steve back by his ankles.
“Get up on all fours,” said James with a tone that told Steve that this was not an option, it was a command.
“What?” Steve asked, catching his breath as he started to get up.
James raised his voice. “Do what you’re told, you fucking dog. You wanna be a dog, then you’re going to get pounded.”
Fuck, the whole idea turned Steve on so much.
“Woof,” Steve barked, doing what he was told and looking back in a teasing manner. He liked pushing James’s buttons, riling him up, taunting him for another round of discipline. And with his ass pointed in the air, he knew that was exactly what he was going to get.
“Fucking animal,” James said, letting all his aggressions out as he banged the shit out of the young man.
Each pound became more intense. Each slap of his ass, skin on skin, echoed in the room like thunder. The force of this man’s power, the scent of musk in the air, was almost too much for Steve to handle.
Every time they fucked, it only got better. He’d never been in such ecstasy. He’d had no idea sex could be this wonderful. This was what wet dreams were made of.
Steve squealed some more in pleasure like the pig that he was. “Oh, Daddy. I need this. Please, fuck me. Please—” the younger screamed. He could barely get the words out between thrusts and pounds. He could barely hold himself up, he was shaking so much.
He jerked his ass back, giving the man the squeezes that his cock needed, that his cock deserved for all the pleasure it brought him.
“Please, Daddy, I need—” Steve said, then moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
James grabbed one of the socks on the bed, balled it up, and stuffed it in Steve’s mouth. “Shut up.”
Steve’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. How he loved being told what to do and how to do it. The gag in his mouth, the loss of control and power in the hands of such an experienced, powerful, loving man, brought him more delight than he could imagine.
James didn’t disappoint, either, slapping that ass and fucking it with such force that Steve wouldn’t be able to sit for a week. But he didn’t care; it was worth it. Every pound, every slap, every nibble, every scratch. It only added to the perfect moment.
James turned him over, pulling the sock out of his mouth. Steve was worried that it was over, but he needn’t have. He wasn’t done yet. Not even close. Which was good, because Steve never wanted him to end.
He lifted the younger man up and let the younger man’s legs wrap around his waist as he fucked him standing up.
Lodging that cock in him, Steve had no idea there were this many positions that would drive him wild. “Oh, dear God, there is a fucking God,” he said.
“You better believe there is,” said James, backing him against the wall and continuing to hop him off his dick. “But right now, I’m the king.”
Fuck yeah he was. Their eyes locked. “Yes, sir. You’re my king.”
“That’s right, and don’t…you…ever…fucking…forget…it!” James said, fucking him with every syllable. Each one worth a pump on its own.
“Daddy?” Steve said. He knew what he was going to say and he couldn’t help it.
“What, baby?” James asked.
“I think I’m…I think I’m in love with you,” he said. He hadn’t meant for it to come out, but he couldn’t help himself. He didn’t know if there was a right moment for the words, but now seemed as good as any. He was in love with this man and wanted him to know it.
But the moment he had said it, he worried that he had ruined what they had. Was he pushing too much commitment on their budding relationship? Insecurity flooded Steve, and he hoped he wouldn’t be rejected. Not now. Not like this.
James paused for a second, then a smile curved on his face. “Baby, I’ve been in love with you since the first time I laid eyes on you.”
Steve’s nose stung, and he fought the tears. Why did this man bring out such emotion in him? To hear the feeling was mutual gave Steve goosebumps again. He never wanted this moment to end. Their eyes locked, and it was so intense that Steve almost forgot that they were fucking…well, almost.
The aggression returned to the older man’s face and he bounced Steve right off his cock like a pogo stick and Steve again lost himself in the man’s huge cock.
“You belong to me, don’t you?” asked James.
“Yes,” Steve said, breathing through it.
“Yes, what?” the older man asked.
“Yes, Silver Daddy!” said Steve, groaning through his release, his pucker clenched around the man’s cock. Then, without warning, he came so hard and fast it shot against James’s chest and splashed on his neck, drenching him in his wet seed.
James came at the same time and Steve could feel it, deep inside him, filling his insides just the way Steve wanted. It was only when they were both done that the two collapsed in bed from pleasure and pain.
They panted for a good fifteen minutes, both unable to speak for a moment as they caught their breath.
James turned to him and traced a single finger along Steve’s damp hairline. “Listen, I know you’re angry with Dennis and hurt…” he began.
Steve turned to him and answered, “I lost my best friend.”
He didn’t want to think about it, but the older man was right to bring it up again. He needed to address it, and now was as good a time as any. This man loved him, and if he wanted it dealt with, then he would deal with it. Anything to please Daddy.
“No one can ever replace him, but know that I’m here for you. Okay?” said James, his face softening. The words were like honey to his ears.
Steve kissed him and nodded. “Okay.” And Steve had never been more in love with anyone, ever.