Chapter 22

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Sleepy cuddles were the best. My Daddy gave the best sleepy cuddles.

With my back pressed against his warm chest, Daddy wrapped his arms around my waist and hiked his leg over mine, trapping me in the embrace of his body. There was no place I’d rather be.

“Do I just get to call you Daddy, or does it come with actual consequences and rewards, like a real dynamic?”

“Somebody’s doing a lot of thinking in that pretty head. How much do you know about a real Daddy/boy dynamic?”

“I’ve been reading and learning.”

“Of course you have, my little researcher.” His lips nuzzled the soft spot behind my ear, and a legion of butterflies took flight in my belly. “And what have you learned? ”

“I’ve learned that there’s not one specific way to go about it. It really depends on the couple and what they want.”

“What is it you want, Nicky?” His sleepy voice sounded husky and sexy.

“I want rules and consequences and rewards. I want fun, adventurous dates, and super sexy times with you and me, with and without Sam. I want to feel safe, nurtured, and pampered. I want to sit on your lap and tell you about my day, and I want to be praised when I do good.”

“You always do good, baby.”

“I like to call you Daddy because it makes me feel a lot of those things I need from you, but it’s also sexy and forbidden, which makes me feel all…”

“Squirmy,” he suggested, as I proved his point by doing just that.

“I like it when you make me feel small and little when we’re being sexy, and how you make me feel smart and special and loved when we’re not being sexy, and we have all our clothes on.”

“Funny how I can do that by using the same word— boy . We’ll have to sit down together when we’re not in bed cuddling and work out a list of rules with rewards and consequences. Especially now that you’re starting school.”

“I feel like summer flew right by, and I barely had time to experience it. I can’t believe it’s almost over. One last trip. I’m excited to spend time with you and Sam together again.”

“I bet you are.” I could hear the amusement in his voice. It rumbled low in my ear, his lips tracing the shell, making goosebumps dance up and down my spine.

“Can we call him?”

“Right now?”

“Yeah, on video chat.”

His tongue snaked out to dip in my ear, and I squirmed, which made my butt rub against his dick.

“Is there a reason it needs to be on video? Was there something you wanted to show him?”

My Daddy knew me better than anyone, well, except maybe my real dad. I wasn’t fooling him for a second. “Daddy…” I pushed my bottom against his groin again, hoping to make him hard, hard enough to go along with my plan.

“Maybe we should add a consequence for being too sexy.”

“You can’t be too sexy.”

“How about too thirsty?” His hand rubbed over my butt, and I hoped like heck it was because he was getting ideas.

“Are you really complaining?”

Daddy chuckled, and I knew I’d won! “Call him, Tricky Nicky.”

Yes! Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I dialed his number. “Hi, Uncle Sam.” He answered right away, and when the screen came into focus, I saw him lying in bed. He was shirtless, but with the covers pulled up to his chest, I couldn’t tell if he was naked.

He rumbled a sleepy laugh. “Oh, I see we’re continuing this dynamic twenty-four-seven instead of just in the bedroom.”

“We are in the bedroom, and so are you.”

“Aren’t you a clever little boy?”

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” We were flirting. My dick was getting hard. I'd never even had a boyfriend before, and here I was in bed flirting with a man—no, two men!

“Lying there, in a big empty bed all by yourself. You look lonely, Uncle Sam.”

“Do I? Would you like to come over and warm my bed?” Daddy’s hand continued to stroke my butt, and his fingers kept dipping between my cheeks to tease my hole before retreating again. It was frustratingly maddening!

“No, because I don’t wanna leave my Daddy. Maybe I can keep you company from here.”

“Oh, yeah?” I saw his hand move beneath the covers, and I knew he was stroking his cock. “Got any ideas?”

“Daddy, he’s touching himself,” I whispered.

When I was at the mercy of these two men, it was so easy for me to let go of all my inhibitions and become a younger version of myself—the ultimate submissive. I wanted them to guide me, command me, to take control so that I could step away from it all, not having to make decisions and think, and I could just enjoy the pleasure.

The rough pad of his thumb rubbed over my hole, and I tightened my muscles to keep him out because he wasn’t using lube, and I knew how badly it could burn. He sucked his thumb into his mouth and got it wet before slipping between my cheeks again to push against my pucker.

“Let me in, baby,” he whispered in my ear.

Ugh, that voice! My ears must be an erogenous zone because I would give him my soul if he asked for it like that.

“Ask him how it feels,” Daddy prompted, sliding inside of me up to his knuckle. He just had to start with his thickest finger, didn’t he?

“Does that feel good, Uncle Sam?”

“It would feel better if it was your tiny, smooth little hand gliding over my shaft.”

He was so good at this! Using those keywords to make me feel small and little.

“I wish I could do it for you. Your cock is so big and thick, I might have to use both hands.”

He stared right at me through the screen, burning me up with the heat in his dark eyes. “I’d give anything to feel both of your small hands on my cock right now, little one. And your mouth, too.” Daddy’s finger was making me feel hot all over, and I kicked the covers off my legs. “What is your Daddy doing to you, little boy?”

“Ugh…H-he’s got…mmmm… he's got his finger inside of me.”

Sam smirked, looking so incredibly sexy. “I have no imagination whatsoever. You’ll have to tell me exactly where his finger is.”

Oh! He was terrible! My face burned with heat. “He stuck his big finger inside my little bottom and he’s…oh God, Daddy, yeah…” swallowing hard, I finished, “he’s stretching me open so wide. It kinda burns, but I like it.”

“I wonder what he’s gonna put in there next.” Sam kicked his covers off as well, showing me he was absolutely naked beneath the covers—and hard. “Must be something big if he’s got to stretch you so wide.”

Indulging in the feeling of being their fuck toy, I asked, “Daddy, are you going to put something big inside me? Asking for a friend.”

He laughed, pushing deeper until his thumb was buried. “What do you think?”

I listened to him slurp his other thumb in his mouth before adding it to my hole, stretching me even wider as he pulled it apart. Hissing from the burn, I tried to clench my muscles tight, but couldn’t with the way he had me stretched. “It hurts, Daddy.”

“Would you like me to kiss it and make it better?”

Shit, I was going to come before he even got inside of me. Maybe if I focused on Sam, I wouldn’t think about what he was doing to me.

“Uncle Sam? The next time I try to stuff your dick in my mouth, could you pretend it’s my first time and tell me how to do it the right way?”

“You’re playing with fire, sweet boy. I could instruct you in all kinds of ways. Would you like that?”

“Oohhh, yes. Please, sir.”

“Are you touching yourself?”

“No, sir, Daddy hasn’t given me permission yet.” That wasn’t actually something we’d discussed yet, but saying it out loud was all the discussion he needed to know it was what I wanted.

“Well, I’m giving you permission. Play with it, Boy.”

The first stroke of my hand across my heated skin made me moan out loud. I heard the snick of a cap and then felt Daddy smear something cold across my hole.

“Shit, I’m making a mess,” Sam complained, swiping the pre-cum dribbling from his slit and rubbing it over his cockhead with his thumb. He sucked it into his mouth, and my dick responded in kind, making a sticky mess over the head of my cock. “I could really use your mouth right now, sweet boy.”

“My dick is making a mess, too.”

“No,” Sam laughed. “Little boys don’t have dicks or cocks. Those are for Daddies and Uncles and Sirs. Little boys have little pricks, because they feel like the barest prick when they poke you. You have a pricklet, sweet boy. A tiny little dick toy for us to play with.”

My breathing came harder and faster until my panting fogged up the phone screen. His description of my tiny cock had me totally on edge, ready to come. With most guys, it would be something I felt self-conscious about, maybe even scared to be intimate with them. But not with Daddy and Sam. They made me feel sexy. They made me believe they actually craved tiny dick toys.

I heard the snap of a rubber and then felt it push against my hole, his big thick mushroom head trying to cram through my tight little opening.

“Be careful Daddy,” I breathed, gripping the phone tighter.

“Don’t worry about what I’m doing, baby. Focus on your uncle. You know the rule, you can’t come until he does.”

You’re a dick toy, Nicky. Your purpose is to give pleasure to the men who own you. Make your Uncle come. Make your Daddy come.

“Uncle Sam?” I asked, using my small voice. “Can you tell me how to make you come?”

“If only I could stuff your small mouth until I block your throat and you have to breathe through your nose. Those sweet gagging sounds as you choke on my cock would make me come in an instant.” I had to stop stroking my prick in order to stave off my orgasm. Then Daddy pushed inside me and set my rim on fire. I cried out, making Sam smile. “I bet your tight ass is strangling your Daddy’s cock right now. If he does a good enough job stretching you open, just maybe someday you could fit both of us inside of you at once.”

“Oh fuck,” I hissed, feeling a surge of heat that convinced me I was going to shoot before I was allowed to. The thought of taking both of them inside of me at the same time, nothing more than a sexy rag doll sandwiched between them, was enough to send me over the edge. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Daddy, please, I don’t want to make a mess before I’m allowed to.”

Sam chuckled, and I knew he was purposely pushing me to my limits just to see if I could earn myself a consequence. He was so evil! Daddy dug his fingers into my hips, leveraging his leg over mine to drive his cock deep into my ass. He grunted and panted, and I could hear him working himself up as he used my body to get off. I was nothing more than his cum receptacle, my bottom just an empty hole for him to dump his cum into. A pulse of pre-cum dribbled from my slit, and I covered it with my hand, trying in vain to keep the cum inside of me. I’d have to pull out all the stops in order to get them to come before I did.

“Uncle Sam, you can stuff your big, fat cock anywhere you can fit it in me, and if it won’t fit, you can do your best to stretch me and make it fit. Maybe the more you fuck me, the looser I’ll become until I can easily fit you both.”

“That’s it, baby boy. Tell me all those filthy sweet words I want to hear. Fuck,” he hissed, increasing the speed of his strokes. He bucked his hips off the mattress, and I knew he was close. “Let me hear you tell your Daddy how good his cock feels shoved up your ass.”

“Fuck, Sam,” Daddy cursed. He liked what he was hearing as much as I did.

“Use me, Daddy. Stretch my little bottom and fill me with your cum. Breed me, Daddy.” He cursed again, and I mentally patted myself on the back. I’d learned that term from watching porn, and it had sounded really hot. My Daddy must think so too. Maybe one day he would lose the condom and breed me for real, just like in my research porn.

“More, baby,” he panted, driving deeper and harder into me.

“My uncle wants to hear you fill my bottom. Hurry, Daddy, please, my little prick is gonna erupt and make a sticky mess all over the sheets.”

“Goddamn, Nicky, the fucking mouth on you.”

Even through the thin barrier of latex, I could feel the heat of his cum filling the condom, could feel his dick pulsing inside of me as he let loose.

“My sweet baby boy. Love you so much, Nicky.” His hips slowed to a lazy stroke. One down, one left to go.

“Uncle Sam, Daddy bred my ass. He fucked me so hard it’s sore, and my tiny little balls hurt because I need to come so bad. I wish I could swallow your load.”

“Damn baby, your Daddy is right. Your mouth is filthy. Fuck,” he cursed, fucking his fist. “Next time I see you, I’m gonna tear your ass up.” A thick rope of cum shot from his dick, followed by another and then smaller spurts. It looked yummy and my mouth watered for a taste.

Daddy continued to stroke his cock in and out of my ass, keeping it stretched wide. He wrapped his hand around my tiny prick—barely able to fit his whole fist over the length of my shaft without covering my head—and pumped me hard and fast.

“Watch, Sam. Our little boy is gonna come for us.”

I cried as I shot my load. The relief was so overwhelming it burned my eyes, making them water. “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you, Uncle Sam.”