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It was warm night in Bucharest.
A warm night, and a good night – because Nigel was coming home to his boy. After a long day of 'rough work', there was nothing quite like having his beloved Aiden waiting for him at his flat to shower him with love. No matter what, Aiden was always eager to please Daddy – in any way Daddy desired.
He'd texted Aiden back at his flat a few hours ago:
I'll be home sometime after midnight
Want u to be ready for daddy. Go into the bedroom and put on your black choker and daddy's dog shirt, nothing else. Wait there for me bby
Aiden had responded to him with a quick:
Ok. Love u daddy <3
A cute but coy response. Nigel adored Aiden, but he knew his boy could be a bit...disobedient at times. Probably Nigel's own fault for spoiling him so much. Couldn't help it, though, when he was that cute.
Hopefully tonight Aiden didn't feel like being a brat – but, well, if he did, then Nigel would be happy to remind him who was in charge.
Nigel took a short detour to get some donuts on the way back. A nice treat for Aiden if he had been good, or a dangling carrot if he hadn't followed Daddy's instructions.
When he arrived, he rapped on the door a few times to let Aiden know he was there before coming inside. “Honey, I'm home.” He announced himself jokingly. In a moment Aiden came trotting out of the bedroom proudly, flipping his shaggy curls. He was fully dressed.
“Hi Daddy.” Cooed Aiden, his sugary-sweet voice doing nothing to abort the formation of a serious scowl on his Daddy's face. Aiden saw the brown paper bag Nigel was holding and reached for it impatiently. “Did you bring me something?”
Nigel pulled the bag away from him. “I bought some donuts.” He said flatly.
“Can I have one?” Asked Aiden, with an expectant lilt to his voice.
“Aiden...” Nigel began, in that instructive voice that meant he was about to reprimand him. “I gave you instructions. I know you saw my messages.”
Aiden said nothing, just kept his eyebrows raised. Nigel had him fixed with a stern look. “What did I tell you to do?” Nigel asked pointedly. Aiden rolled his eyes. “Aiden – answer me.” Ordered Nigel.
“You told me to go in the bedroom and put on my choker and your dog shirt.” Sighed Aiden at last.
“And did you do that?”
“I put on my choker.” Aiden reached up to fiddle with the ring on the front of his choker. His pink choker.
“I thought I told you to put on the black one.” Said Nigel. Aiden had two different leather chokers, both of which Nigel had bought for him: one was pale pink with a heart-shaped ring in the front, and the other was black adorned with shiny gold letters that spelled out 'daddy's boy'. Might be high time he got a third one, actually, but not if this kind of misbehavior continued.
“I like the pink choker better.” Aiden replied. Nigel would admit he did look very good in pink; it complemented his rosy complexion. But he also looked good with the words 'daddy's boy' plastered across his throat, reminding them both that he was owned.
More important than any of that, though, was the fact that Aiden had disobeyed him. “You didn't listen to me.” Nigel said, sounding disappointed. Aiden kept staring at the brown paper bag, seemingly ignoring him.
“Look at me, Aiden.” A growl crept into Nigel's stiff voice, overtaking it within a moment. Aiden's soft blue eyes finally met his, but the boy looked more petulant than remorseful. “Go sit down in the bedroom.” Nigel commanded, irritated by his insolence.
“Can I have a donut first?”
“No, you may not.”
Aiden sighed at Nigel before turning away with a roll of his eyes to go wait in the bedroom.
Nigel left the donuts in the kitchen. They would still be there when the two of them were done. If Aiden was a good boy, maybe he would even get one.
When Nigel came down the short hall into the bedroom, Aiden was sitting on the edge of the bed, playing with his choker. Nigel put his hands on his hips. “Aiden, you've been bad.” He declared.
“It's not that big a deal.” Aiden dismissed him.
“Aiden.”
“What?”
Despite his pouty expression, mischief was sparkling in Aiden's baby-blue eyes. The joy of misbehaving could not have been more clear on his face.
Acting out for the sake of acting out – what a naughty boy. Just begging to be punished. “You're being very bratty tonight.” Remarked Nigel. He let the statement sink in for a moment before saying, “You know what happens to bratty boys?”
“C'mon...” Aiden groaned.
“Aiden – what happens to bratty boys?” Insisted Nigel. Aiden rolled his eyes again.
“They get punished.” He sighed.
“Correct.” Nigel said immediately. “Now, are you going to take your punishment like a good boy, or are you going to keep misbehaving?”
Aiden gave him a pleading look, still absentmindedly playing with his choker. After a moment, he turned his eyes down and muttered out, “Fine.”
Nigel slowly sauntered over to the edge of the bed, now standing directly in front of Aiden. He lifted Aiden's chin so that the younger man was all but forced to maintain eye contact. “How do you think Daddy should punish you?” Purred Nigel in a sensual voice, swiping the tip of his thumb over Aiden's plush pink lips.
“I dunno.” Mumbled Aiden.
“How about a spanking, hmm?” Nigel hummed. “You think you deserve to get spanked for disobeying Daddy?” Aiden remained quiet. Nigel licked his lips; he was already picturing Aiden's pale cheeks getting red as he smacked them over and over.
“Okay.” Aiden sighed and looked down at the floor sullenly.
“Good boy.” Nigel praised him. He nudged Aiden to stand up and then took his place on the side of the bed, scooting back and sitting with his knees spread out wide, inviting Aiden onto his lap.
Aiden knew exactly what he was meant to do. Somewhat reluctantly, he laid himself over Nigel's lap, taking a bit of shuffling and wriggling before he was in the ideal position. Nigel immediately slipped his fingers underneath the back of Aiden's pants, hooking both his jeans and his boxers. He slowly worked them down over the curve of his ass, watching his pretty little bubble butt slide into full view.
Nigel never spanked him through his clothes. What was the point of spanking him at all if he couldn't watch that lovely little rump turn red? Nigel grasped at the meat of his ass, taking a palmful and just kneading it in his fingers.
“Your safe word is 'chocolate'.” Nigel told him softly. “Understood?”
“Chocolate.” Aiden repeated affirmatively, with a little nod. “Understood.” Nigel rubbed his ass more gently now, still admiring it, before giving him a light smack. Aiden only flinched a little. Nigel slapped the other side, still being rather gentle so far. Just a warm-up, really.
“Alright – you're getting twenty.” Declared Nigel. Ten or twelve just wouldn't make him hurt enough. Aiden let out a long, annoyed groan in response, and Nigel silenced him by giving his bare ass a hard blow. “No bitching.” He snapped.
“Twenty's so many.” Aiden complained. Nigel hit him hard again, and this time he lurched in surprise, but did not make much more sound than a whimper.
“I said no bitching.” Snarled Nigel, his voice sharp and frigid as the edge of a knife. With his free hand, he yanked on Aiden's soft, curly hair and forced his head back. Now he was once again staring right into Aiden's big blue eyes, savoring the desperate, helpless look the younger man was trying to give him. “Daddy makes the rules.” Nigel growled forcefully. “You don't fucking tell me what to do – do you understand that?”
“Yes, sir...” Aiden almost whispered. Nigel reared his hand up and let it come down on Aiden's soft ass with as much force as he could muster. Aiden gasped and groaned, his face contorting exquisitely in pain.
“I can't hear you.”
“Yes, sir.” Aiden's voice suddenly found its courage and he spoke loudly and clearly. Nigel took one last moment to admire him before letting go of his hair all at once and allowing his head to fall back down. A little mewl bubbled up through his throat.
“Now – every time I spank you, I want to hear you count.” Nigel softened his tone a little, but not too much; he couldn't have Aiden start to get complacent.
Nigel gave him a hard slap – not quite as hard as the last one, but still hard enough he felt it resonating in his palm a little bit. Nigel had quite large, broad hands, which made it that much easier for him to deliver a good, satisfying spank. Of course, he also had very strong arms, rife with muscle all the way up to his rippling shoulders and full chest, which allowed him to put a healthy amount of force behind his blows. A boon for him, but not quite as fortunate for Aiden.
“One, sir.” He heard Aiden grunt. Another crisp, sharp slap punctured the air. “Two, sir.”
Aiden counted like a good boy, but it didn't take long for him to get flustered. By ten, he was yelping and flinching with every smack. Pink bloomed across his perky cheeks in the shape of Nigel's hands as they glanced off the sensuous curve. The boy tried to wriggle away on impulse, legs lurching up as if to cover his cheeks and protect them from the oncoming assault.
“Ow – it hurts, Daddy.” Aiden hissed on number twelve. He writhed and gripped the bedsheets in his fingers.
“I didn't hear you count that time.” Remarked Nigel. Aiden answered with only guilty silence. “Guess we'll start over then.”
“Nooo.” Warbled Aiden.
Nigel hit both sides of his ass at full force in rapid succession. “Two more for bitching.” He spat. Aiden sobbed miserably on his lap. Nigel ignored it; he knew when the boy was just shedding crocodile tears, trying to make Nigel feel guilty so he would go easy on him. Usually, though, it ended up having the exact opposite effect.
The next spank was chased by a weak, tremulous utterance of, “One.”
Nigel resumed his rhythmic pattern, striking one cheek and then the other. Aiden looked good in pink – and it looked good on his ass too, although it was rapidly devolving into a redder and redder shade. The younger man squirmed, winced, sobbed, did everything in his power to show Nigel just how pathetic he was. As he counted, he trailed the stammered-out numbers with “Ow” and “Please Daddy” and “It hurts” in various configurations. Nigel savored it.
Maybe he was a little bit sadistic. His free hand came to Aiden's neck and he hooked a finger underneath his choker to control him by. “Are you sorry for being a brat?” Nigel growled like a lion as he tugged on his boy's choker.
“Yes Daddy – Ow! Eighteen, sir.”
“Say it. Say 'I'm sorry for being a brat, Daddy'.”
“I'm sorry for being a brat, Daddy.” Aiden's voice was nearly tearful. Nigel spanked him again. Aiden choked back a sob. “Nineteen.” He whimpered. “Sir.”
“One more. You can do it.”
Aiden only whined. When Nigel's hand fell, he flinched powerfully. “Twenty, sir.” He squeaked. His whole body quivered and he gasped, “Please – please, stop. I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm sorry.”
Nigel released Aiden's collar. “You're all done.” He grunted. The boy seemed to deflate in his lap, shivering and making small, sad noises. He didn't get up.
Nigel let his hand rest on Aiden's ass, feeling the heat radiating from his skin, like hot asphalt in the summer sun. He grabbed a handful of it and noted with pleasure the way Aiden hissed through his teeth at the sensation. Nigel spread his cheeks gently – the first time he had done anything gently all night. He let out a soft, pleased sigh when he finally got an eyeful of his tight little hole. The tip of his finger courted it, but it was too dry to slip inside.
Nigel could remedy that. He shoved a finger into his mouth, wetting it as quickly as he dared before returning it to Aiden's opening. This time, with a little pressure, it penetrated. Aiden gasped softly. Now the boy turned, trying to look over his shoulder, no longer cowed by shame. His doelike eyes were glimmering with water.
He moaned a little bit as Nigel slid his finger deeper, silently relishing in how tight Aiden's hole was around it. “You want Daddy to fuck you?” Nigel asked. He crooked his finger, stroking Aiden's insides, looking for that special spot that would make him squirm.
“Yes.” Aiden keened. He bit his lip as Nigel finally found his prostate, rubbing at it just enough to tease him.
“Mm, you think you deserve to get fucked?” Nigel growled as he fucked his finger in and out of Aiden's snug opening.
“I want it, Daddy.” Aiden whimpered. “Please, I want to get fucked.” Ah, it was hard to resist when he heard his boy beg like that. Of course, Nigel was only pretending like he didn't want to fuck Aiden just as badly as Aiden wanted to get fucked – if not more.
Nigel withdrew his lone finger, returning to caressing Aiden's ass, not ignorant of the boy trying to recoil from his touch. He could feel Aiden's cheeks throbbing under his hand. Well, it seemed his boy might need a little bit of care before they moved on.
“Daddy needs to take care of your bottom first.” Nigel interrupted the flow of their exchange. He gingerly lifted his hand off of Aiden. “Can you get up for a moment, sweetheart?”
“Mm-hm.” Aiden hummed, carefully maneuvering himself off of Nigel's lap to stand up. He let his pants slide further down his legs, not bothering to pull them up as he didn't want to have clothes covering his sore bottom. Plus, Nigel would need them down anyway.
Now, where did he leave that aloe gel? Nigel made his way into the bathroom looking for the distinctive bottle, which he was fortunate to find quickly. Good thing he actually left it where it belonged last time.
Nigel stepped back into his bedroom to find Aiden lying down on his stomach, rosy red ass lifted slightly as if beckoning him. Obeying that silent call, Nigel strode up to where Aiden was laying and rested his hand on the boy's soft ass. Aiden let out a muted grunt.
Without a word, Nigel flipped open the cap and squeezed a bit of the aloe gel onto his fingers, spreading it out over the reddest parts of Aiden's pretty little cheeks. Aiden squirmed a little bit, complaining, “Ah – it's cold, Daddy.” Nigel ignored him, continuing to massage the gel in a little bit to help his skin soak up the moisture. He was careful to do it gently, though; the punishment was over, and there was no need to hurt him any further.
“There. Feel a little better?” Nigel hummed softly as he finished.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Mm, and what does a good boy say?” Whispered Nigel, leaning over Aiden and bringing their faces together.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Aiden whispered back. Nigel pecked him with a short, soft kiss. When he pulled away, he found Aiden looking at him with those pretty Bambi eyes, an expression of expectancy on his face. He knew they weren't done playing yet, and he was eager for more. “Are you gonna fuck me?” Aiden asked, still breathing the same air as Nigel.
“You think I should fuck you, bratty boy?” Huffed Nigel. He nosed his way through Aiden''s messy curls to nip his ear.
“Yes, please, sir.” Whimpered Aiden, consciously leaning in to the touch of Nigel's mouth on his ear.
“How about...” Nigel began. “If you get on your knees, and worship Daddy's cock like a good slut, then Daddy will fuck you like you want.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Aiden said eagerly. Nigel stood up, shuffling back, as Aiden slid off the bed and down to his knees. Not waiting for a queue, the pushy boy immediately started working on Nigel's pants, getting his cock out in a matter of moments. And he would have no doubt shoved it right into his mouth if Nigel hadn't stopped him for a moment, holding him by his chin so he could look down at the boy's beautiful face yet again. He was so exquisitely pretty, with that sharp, angular jawline graced by a light coating of facial hair, those rosy cheeks contrasting with pale blue eyes, and those scarlet lips with their pronounced cupid's bow.
“Such a pretty slut.” Nigel remarked, following by giving his cheek a little tap, not quite hard enough to be a slap. “Now suck it.”
Aiden wrapped a hand around Nigel's mostly-soft cock and eased the tip into his mouth. He suckled eagerly, like he was trying to get milk from a teat; Nigel imagined Aiden sucking on his tits nice and vigorously like that, and he lifted one of his arms to pinch his nipple through his shirt.
“That's a good boy.” Sighed Nigel in contentment. “Get that cock nice and hard.”
Aiden seemed eager to obey, stroking Nigel from the base upwards at the same time he sucked. Making sure Nigel was getting hard for him. “Daddy needs to be ready if you want him to fuck you.” Taunted Nigel. There was nothing like making his boy work for it – couldn't have him getting too spoiled, could he?
Aiden was such a good little cocksucker. He knew how to tease, his sly tongue toying with the tip of Nigel's cock just enough to work him up, but never enough to satisfy. And he knew how much Daddy liked eye contact; Aiden had such pretty eyes, so clear and crystal blue, and Nigel loved looking at them through those falling wisps of brown hair while his boy was sucking him off.
Aiden sucked like he was starving, working Nigel's dick with his hand and his mouth at the same time. Nigel could feel the soft grunts and thirsty little moans rising up through his throat. Nothing got him going quite like having a slut moan around his thick cock.
“Good boy.” Nigel grunted. “Can you take it deep for me?”
Aiden tried to obey, pushing Nigel's cock in deeper, but he didn't take it very far. He didn't try to test his gag reflex; Nigel knew he could try harder.
“That's a good boy. Deeper.” Urged Nigel. When Aiden hesitated for a moment, Nigel insistently repeated, “Deeper.”
Aiden, mouth and throat both stuffed with Nigel's cock, could only hum “Mm-mm.”, pleading with his eyes for Nigel to go easy on him.
Nigel responded by clamping his hand around the back of Aiden's head and pushing him forward. Aiden's throat convulsed around his cock and his face lit up a bright red. Fuck, it felt so good to be deep in his throat, twitching helplessly around him as he choked on it. Nigel began to thrust shallowly into his throat and Aiden delighted him with weak, wet gagging sounds. He didn't try to fight it, though, just let Daddy fuck his throat like he wanted.
“Such a good boy.” Growled Nigel. He kept thrusting into Aiden's throat for a few more moments, pulling out just in time to let the boy suck in a deep breath before he got too lightheaded.
Aiden's cute little face was flushed to a vivid red and a thick rivulet of saliva had spilled from his mouth, dripping over his lower lip and chin. If Nigel wanted to, he could get Aiden looking much messier. And it sure was tempting to keep fucking Aiden's slutty little mouth until he came right down the boy's throat, but he had already promised something more.
Nigel's fingers were still knitted up in Aiden's soft, curly hair. Aiden was gazing up at him expectantly, waiting for a cue to continue. So eager; Nigel knew Aiden would end up sucking him dry if he wasn't careful.
“Good boy.” Nigel grunted. He stroked his cock once from root to tip, feeling how wet it was with Aiden's spit. “You want it in your ass now?”
Aiden nodded eagerly. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Get up on the bed. Hands and knees.”
Aiden obediently climbed back up onto Nigel's bed. Nigel thought he must have been uncomfortable sitting on his knees like that, considering he hadn't even pulled his pants up, and he'd been sitting on his heels this whole time. Nigel grabbed Aiden's pants and swiftly helped him wriggle them off. His ass was still rosy, as it would be for a while, though it didn't look quite as flushed as it had been earlier.
“Spread your ass.” Nigel ordered. Aiden reached back and gingerly spread himself with a soft grunt.
“It's still sore, Daddy.” He complained. Nigel could hear the pout in his voice.
Nigel chuckled darkly. “You'll be a lot more sore before the night is over.” He growled.
He licked his lips as he eyed Aiden's tight, pink hole. What a beautiful sight it was. Nigel moved to press his cock against it, feeling the way the little circle of muscle twitched at the touch, as though inviting him inside. Nigel prodded at Aiden's hole to tease him, knowing it wouldn't go in, but the boy shrunk away, looking over his shoulder with a nervous expression.
“Not without lube.” Aiden protested urgently, his eyes widening nervously as if he were actually afraid for a moment that Nigel might try to force it inside with no lube. “Please, Daddy.”
Nigel looked at him for a moment. Either the manipulative boy was trying to make Nigel forget his previous naughtiness through an endearingly pathetic display, or Nigel had genuinely scared him a little bit.
Well, of course Nigel wouldn't actually try to put it in without any lube or preparation. He could be plenty rough and strict with his punishments, but doing something like that would really hurt his boy, and he didn't want that. Taking a cock as big as Nigel's with no prep would be challenging for even a well-practiced anal slut, and Aiden was far too tight to attempt it.
“I'm only teasing.” Nigel softened himself ever so briefly to comfort Aiden. He was almost hurt that the boy thought Nigel would really harm him like that – but then again, maybe Aiden was just playing him. The young man was very clever when it came to pushing Nigel's buttons. “Daddy's not going to hurt you.” Said Nigel, calmly but reservedly.
Aiden seemed to accept that, turning his eyes down. Nigel stepped aside to grab the lube from his nightstand; he made sure it was never far away. He squeezed a little onto his fingertips before rubbing them over Aiden's hole, quickly easing one inside. Aiden grunted softly, likely about to complain about the temperature again, but he apparently thought better of it. Deciding not to risk the chance that Nigel might change his mind about fucking him, it seemed.
“You're well-behaved when you're getting what you want, hmm?” Remarked Nigel. Aiden didn't answer. Nigel smirked at his silence and worked his finger inside Aiden. He was so tight, even around just one of Nigel's thick fingers. Nigel's cock throbbed while he thought about how good it would feel to be inside him.
Nigel slowly pushed his finger forward until it was all the way in. He knew right where Aiden's prostate was, but he avoided touching it, just fucking his finger in and out to loosen him up. Aiden knew what he was doing and pushed back against him needily, making it clear he was impatient.
“Easy, my boy.” Hummed Nigel. He knew calling Aiden 'my boy' would please him, make him feel owned, and hopefully help satiate him a bit. Aiden groaned softly, obviously still feeling needy. “Don't be impatient.” Nigel scolded him. “Daddy needs to open you up so it doesn't hurt.”
Aiden was kneading Nigel's sheets in his fingers while Nigel slowly worked his hole open. “Can you please...” Aiden whined, quickly trailing off.
“Please what?”
“Please...” Nigel tugged on his rim with the tip of his finger and Aiden was cut off with a desperate whimper.
“Use your words, sweet boy.” Nigel spoke in a saccharine voice, showering Aiden with love almost aggressively.
“Please touch me where it feels good, Daddy.” Groaned Aiden. “Touch my...” He wriggled a little, trying to push back onto Nigel's finger again.
Nigel nudged a second finger against his boy's hole. There was a little resistance, but it entered him without too much effort, suddenly doubling the stretch he was feeling. Aiden moaned and twitched around Nigel's fingers.
“Please touch my special spot.” He squeaked at last, all but burying his face in the bed. Finally, he had asked the way Daddy needed him to ask. Nigel smirked at his victory and crooked his fingers, finally putting pressure on his prostate. The boy let out a loud, warbling moan, tightening around Nigel's fingers once more.
“What does a good boy say?” Nigel asked once more.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Groaned Aiden. He had collapsed onto his elbows now, his back bowed deeply in the middle and ass lifted up towards Nigel. It was an exquisite display of his complete and total surrender.
“Good boy.” Nigel murmured, leaning down to kiss Aiden on the peak of his ruddy ass. Aiden whined, but did not pull away. In a moment, Nigel was able to squeeze a third finger inside. Aiden grunted stiffly at the sensation, but he knew he would need the help; Nigel was plenty big.
Nigel kept touching Aiden's 'special spot', as Daddy liked to call it, but only sparingly, not wanting to get him too worked up just yet. He could feel Aiden wriggling, still impatient. “Daddy.” He keened.
“Don't be a brat, Aiden.” Nigel scolded him, using the boy's name to sharpen his threat. “If you want something from Daddy, you ask nicely.” Aiden rubbed his face into the sheets with a groan.
However, after a moment, he lifted his head again, weakly entreating Nigel with, “Please fuck me, Daddy.”
Nigel had no chance. He was helpless when he heard Aiden beg all pretty and sweet, and Aiden certainly knew it.
Nigel pulled his fingers out of Aiden, listening to his boy whimper at the sudden absence. He couldn't wait any longer; his erection was throbbing and leaking between his legs, and he needed to fuck Aiden just as badly as Aiden needed to be fucked.
Nigel smacked the tip of his cock against Aiden's hole, which was now nicely opened up, ready to accept him inside. “Relax your hole for me.” Nigel grunted, knowing that Aiden would still be tight even after plenty of stretching. Aiden made a sound that was more a mewl than anything, face-down in the sheets, as Nigel slowly penetrated him.
“Ah!” Aiden gasped. Oh, yes, he was still tight inside. Fuck, his boy was so tight, his hole holding onto Nigel's cock like he never wanted to let it go. Nigel always savored it, the way he had to slowly push in and out like this before he could even think of trying to hilt it.
Sometimes his boy would whimper and yelp. Being opened up gave him that pinchy feeling; it hurt a little bit sometimes, especially if Daddy went in deep. But, at the same time, he did like it. Daddy's dick rubbing up against his insides felt so good, particularly when he found just the right angle for his thrusts to put pressure on Aiden's prostate.
“Fuck, Daddy...” Aiden panted, sheets twisting in the ball of his fist. “Ohh, your cock is so big.”
“Yes, you like it, don't you?” Prompted Nigel. “You like Daddy's cock stretching you? Opening up that tight little hole?” The words slid heavily off his tongue, voice thick with relish.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Music to Nigel's ears. He laid a hand on the small of Aiden's back, part comforting and part controlling. Each thrust was a little bit smoother than the one before it, as well as a little bit deeper. Aiden moaned beautifully into Nigel's mattress.
“That's it. That's a good boy.” Nigel's voice had a touch of strain underlying it; he was using every ounce of his self-control to continue going slowly. He certainly wanted nothing more than to be pounding Aiden senseless right at this very moment, but he had to be careful – he didn't want to harm his boy. “So good for me.” Nigel praised him, hoping it would help Aiden stay relaxed. “Taking it so well. Being such a good boy, Aiden.”
Aiden whimpered. He was still face-down, rubbing his pretty little face into the sheets as if to muffle his moans.
Nigel rubbed his fingers through Aiden's soft, curly mess of hair. “Can you lift your head for me? Daddy wants to see your pretty face.” Nigel said coyly. Aiden obeyed, slowly lifting himself up and looking back over the slope of his shoulders so that Nigel could get a look at his marvelously flushed face. “Yes, there we go.” Said Nigel. “Let me hear your voice, too. Moan nice and pretty for Daddy.”
Aiden bit his lip and nodded shakily. Shortly, he wouldn't have much of a choice as to whether or not he moaned out loud, as Nigel continued to fuck him open. Oh, it felt so good. Aiden slowly pushed back on him, groaning as Nigel slid deeper and finally bottomed out. “Fuck.” Aiden yelped, moaning from the bottom of his lungs.
“That's a good boy.” Grunted Nigel. He grasped Aiden by his hips, feeling the supple muscle that covered the soft jut of his hipbones. Holding him steady, Nigel began to rut faster with quick, deep, thrusts. Aiden felt each one ripple throughout his entire body; the pleasure shot clear down to his toes. “You like that?” The growl crept back into Nigel's voice.
“Yes.” Aiden panted. “Fuck me.”
Nigel gave Aiden a swift, firm smack on his still-sore ass. “Bratty.” He spat. Aiden squealed and sobbed miserably, his head hanging once again. Nigel reached forward and held him by his throat, forcing him to keep his chin up. Then, all at once, he pushed in to the hilt and held still. Aiden expected him to move again, but Nigel stayed put, his fingers still wrapped around Aiden's neck right beneath his jaw. The boy's pulse was racing – a constant, rapid thrumming beneath his fingers.
“What do you want?” Nigel asked.
Aiden took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes, trying to clear the hot fog out of his brain. “Please fuck me.” He slurred, almost drunkenly. “Please, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” And with that, Nigel finally started to thrust again, fast and deep. Aiden couldn't think about anything other than how good it felt. Sonorous moans flew out of his mouth one after another.
Nigel's hand slipped from his throat and went back to his hair, where he roughly kneaded the mess of dark curls before gripping them hard. He held Aiden's hair like a leash, keeping firm control of him while the other hand remained glued to his hip. “Please fuck me.” Aiden gasped, speaking almost thoughtlessly. “Fuck me hard, Daddy.”
Such a good boy, always begging for more. He knew just how to get Nigel going. His hole was still tight, but Aiden wasn't complaining – and Nigel knew he would complain if it was really hurting him. God, Nigel wasn't going to last very long inside him.
But he couldn't come before his boy. He had to make sure Aiden was taken care of first and foremost. Of course, Aiden knew that if he wanted to come, he had to ask Daddy – nicely. Bratty boys who don't ask nice don't get to come, Nigel had told him many times before. He didn't like to deprive his boy; he knew it made him unhappy, but Aiden had to follow the rules.
Nigel maneuvered his hand from Aiden's hip down to his stomach, not quite brushing his cock yet. “You want Daddy to touch you?” Nigel prompted. He could feel sweat on his brow, slowly rolling down his face towards his jaw.
“Yes, Daddy.” Aiden groaned. Nigel kept fucking him hard, not giving the boy a break for a moment. “Please, Daddy.”
Nigel wrapped a calloused had around Aiden's hard cock, stroking him slowly and evenly. He felt precum sticking to his fingers as they passed over the head. Aiden whimpered and panted, practically writhing under his touch. Heat was radiating from his skin; Nigel could feel it coming up through his hair.
Aiden broke almost immediately. “I wanna come, Daddy.” He moaned. “Please, I wanna come.”
“You want to come?” Nigel taunted him. “You want to come for Daddy?”
“Yes, Daddy, please. I wanna come with your cock inside me.” Aiden pleaded. “I'm sorry I was a bratty boy, Daddy – I want to come for you, please.” His boy sounded so desperate. And so apologetic – when he wanted something.
Nigel pumped his fist up and down Aiden's swollen, leaking cock. He saw the boy's knuckles practically turning white from how hard he was gripping the sheets. “Please Daddy.” It was almost all one word at this point. As delectable as it was, Nigel knew his boy couldn't take much more.
“That's a good boy – come for Daddy.”
Aiden, finally given permission, did his best to nod with Nigel still pulling his hair. He came with a stricken sob, back arching rhythmically to meet with Nigel's relentless thrusts. “Good boy, good boy.” Nigel soothed him as he came. Aiden thrust roughly and erratically into his hand, his come spilling out all over Nigel's hand and his sheets.
There was nothing quite like the feeling of being deep inside Aiden while he came, tightening hard around him like he was trying to milk Daddy's cock for all it was worth. Nigel grabbed Aiden by both his hips again, fingers pressing hard enough into him that they might leave little violet bruises on his pale skin. Aiden made all kinds of noises while Nigel fucked him as hard and deep as he could.
“You want Daddy's come?” Nigel huffed, nearly breathless.
“Uh-huh.”
“You have to speak up, pretty boy.” Insisted Nigel. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to come inside me.” Aiden groaned. Then, of course, he remembered his manners, chasing it with Nigel's two favorite words: “Please, Daddy.”
Once again, Nigel couldn't resist. With one final, deep thrust, he came. A guttural grunt was all he announced himself with as he filled up his boy with his seed. Aiden, being so good, such a good boy for Daddy, took it happily.
Happily spent, Nigel leaned over Aiden, pressing his stomach to the boy's back and kissing the sides of his neck lovingly. He was still inside him – as he would stay until he got soft enough that it slipped out. “What does a good boy say, hmm?” He murmured. Aiden gave a small, happy hum.
“Thank you, Daddy.”