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Peter was antsy, he’d been antsy for a week or so. Crime was down in the city and his work was quiet, he’d been trying to occupy himself with odd jobs around the house and patrolling but he was still full of energy. Even Wade had been side eyeing him for the last day or so. They’d been fucking like rabbits but he was still jittery and hyped up, he needed to get in a beat down fight with some villains or he needed to get dicked down so hard he couldn’t walk. Either way he was currently bouncing around the apartment on a Saturday morning, he’d vacuumed and mopped the floors, dusted the over head fans, scrubbed the bathroom, disinfected the cutting boards and done just about every odd job he could think of to keep himself occupied so he didn’t bother Wade while the merc did research for a job.
Finally he’d done everything he could inside so he decided to go patrol for a bit. His bones were vibrating and he needed to move, even if there wasn’t any crime to stop at least he could expend some energy when slinging. He walked to their bedroom and called out.
“Going on patrol!” As he threw on his suit, knowing Wade would hear him from the study where he was set up on his lap top. The man had been looking into some big time arms dealer that had been supplying both sides of a turf war he’d started himself, a real nasty piece of work, and Peter was trying to let him get it done without disrupting him.
It was midmorning on a Saturday so Peter spent a couple hours swinging around and helping here and there. There was no big fights or major crime, a couple purse snatchers and car with a flat that Spider-Man moved out of the middle of the road for safety but otherwise it was quiet. He’d been swinging hard just to burn some energy, throwing in flips and tricks to entertain some kids in the park but very quickly decided to go home again. He wasn’t helping much and had gotten to the point of uncontrollable energy that would do more harm than good if he wasn’t careful. His strength was a boon but if he lost focus for even a second the potential for damage was immense, and with how jittery he was the likelihood he’d lose focus was higher than usual. Deciding to cut his losses and head home Peter swung his way to the apartment, slipping into the window after checking there was no observers.
Peter stripped off his suit and bounced through the apartment yelling out to Wade on his way to the fridge, he opened it and snagged a snack before leaning against the counter in his underwear to eat it. Humming and bouncing on his toes as he ate, he noticed a few dishes in the sink, Wade must have eaten while he was patrolling. He washed them up, happy for something to do then leaned back against the bench again and groaned quietly as his muscles bunched and rolled beneath his skin. Wade came into the room to find Peter doing star jumps desperately with a look of mutiny on his face.
“What’s up, buttercup.” The merc asked as he leant against the doorway.
Peter whined childishly in response, “I don’t know, I’m antsy and energetic and nothing is helping and I feel like I'm bursting from the seems and everything sucks.”
The merc hummed and stepped into Peters space to kiss him, then pecked additional kisses onto the boys nose and eyelids. Peter soaked in the attention but still shuffled his feet and swung his arms, entirely unable to stand still. Wade watched him fidget then smacked a kiss on his forehead before ushering him towards the bathroom.
“Go shower, clean yourself out then meet me in the play room. I have an idea to help you work out your energy sweetheart.”
Peter hummed, hopeful, his daddy had the best ideas.
“Yes daddy.”
Peter rushed to do as he was told, scrubbing himself roughly and cleaning his ass out as quickly as he dared. After a perfunctory dry off with a towel the boy rushed to the playroom eagerly. He found his daddy setting a padded bench under the large sex frame. The frame was a monster of a thing, tall and wide with multiple sections and attachment points up and down each support pole. It was adamantium and very versatile for play. The padded bench was right in the middle of it, set up width ways in the centre section, there was a bar attached a bit in front of the bench, clipped horizontally to the support poles. Peter skipped over when his daddy gestured and grinned up at the taller man exuberantly, he got a half smirk in response before his daddy kissed him hungrily. Peter leaned into the kiss as his daddy licked into his mouth, vibrating as his body thrummed.
“Kneel on the bench and put your hands on the bar Kitten.” His daddy said roughly as he took a step back and out of the way.
Peter did as he was told eagerly, kneeling on the bench and reaching forward to the bar attached at the next cross section. The bar was about chest height and sat just under where his head was positioned so it gave him a lot of leverage to move around while his neutral position would be close to doggy, just with his arms bent under his chest. His daddy pulled out a roll of thick bondage tape and started taping the boys legs to the bench from knee to ankle. Layering it over his calves enough times that Peter would have to use his strength to break out of. The boy wiggled his ass eagerly as his daddy stood up again and got a smack to both cheeks as reward. His daddy moved away before coming back and placing lube in the bench next to Peters taped down legs.
“Your hands stay on the bar at all times baby boy. You can move them along so its comfortable but they stay on the bar, capsice?”.
Peter nodded thoughtlessly as his daddys lubed fingers started playing with his hole.
“Yes sir.” He replied as his pushed his hips back as far as they would go, his arms extended straight in front of him as he stuck his palms to the bar so they wouldn’t move. Peter was still vibrating with energy and started rolling his hips mindlessly. His daddy slid one finger all the ways inside him roughly then held it still as his other hand rested on the boys hip.
“Go on and fuck yourself on my fingers, little slut.” His daddy told him with a squeeze to his hip. Peter moaned in response and started moving, pulling himself forward then pushing back and gyrating his hips against his daddys hand. The position was perfect for it, the bar and bench providing support and leverage for him to move himself easily back and forth. Another finger joined the first on his next push back and he whined desperately.
“Look at you little whore, riding my fingers so eagerly.” The hand on his hip moved to slap his ass a few times and Peter kept moving through it. A third finger was added and Peter moved faster as they angled to rub his prostate forcibly. The boy cried out as his hips humped back and grinded against the fingers unceremoniously, moaning as his balls tightened and his release drew near, prick dripping pre come steadily. His daddy chuckled harshly as Peter whimpered and rolled his hips greedily, pressing his fingers pitilessly on the boys prostate while slapping his ass and thighs. Peter whined high and loud as he came, hole squeezing and prick pulsing as he sagged and stopped moving and his hips spasmed. The fingers inside him pressed and rubbed his sweet spot still, pulling a whimper from the boy as he gripped the bar and his muscles twitched.
His daddy pulled his fingers out and left the boy feeling empty, he was still bursting with energy and his hips started rocking aimlessly, just to move, to try alleviate the buzz in his bones. His daddys cock nudged against his hole and he pressed against it eagerly, the head slipped in with a pop and he clenched around the welcome intrusion.
“I’m gonna fuck this sweet ass fast and hard sweet heart, then set you up to play with yourself. Daddys still got work to do.”
Peter flushed red in humiliation and rocked his hips greedily, his daddy grabbed his hips hard to still him and pushed his cock all the way in. Peter gasped and gripped the bar in an effort to keep still, his daddy started fucking into him quickly, pumping his hips and pulling Peter back into every thrust. The boy dropped his head and chest down, pushing back into it. He was still thrumming and desperate to move but his daddys cock was worth being still for even if it felt like ants crawling on his skin. His muscles tensed and released as the thick cock plundered his hole forcefully, he squeezed around the scarred cock inside him as his daddy angled his hips to nail his sweet spot on with each thrust.
“Fuck this perfect little hole, always so tight and sweet for me.” His daddy groaned as he pushed all the way and and grinded his hips before pulling out and fucking back in slowly. The boy keened as he felt his ass cheeks spread even wider by his daddys thumbs, they moved and rubbed around his rim as his daddy slowly pulled his cock all the way out. Peter cried out in disappointment but was ignored as the thumbs hooked into his hole to stretch his rim open, the fingers played with his rim for a moment before his daddy spat in his open ass. Peter gasped as he felt it and his daddy chuckled before spitting into him again before roughly shoving his cock into the mess, keeping his thumbs in place holding Peters rim open. Peter moaned as his daddy started fucking him while stretching his rim with his thumbs, the boy clenched as his body shook. His orgasm edged closer as his hole was used vigorously for his daddys pleasure, his balls drew up again and heat rushed through him. Before he could come though his daddy removed his fingers and fucked into him in short sharp jabs, the cock inside him pulsed, warmth flooded Peters insides and his daddy came with a groan. Peter gasped and clenched needily, on the edge of coming, he cried out as his daddy pulled his cock out. He pushed his hips back wantonly as his prick bobbed and leaked in the open air between his legs. His daddy laughed meanly and slapped his hole causing Peter to whine.
“Such a little slut aren’t you baby, don’t worry you’ll be full again soon.” His daddy said wickedly before stepping away. Peter keened, frustrated and still vibrating as his muscles convulsed. He could hear his daddy moving around behind him and leaned down to look between his spread legs. There was a frame set up behind him with an attachment where his daddy was screwing a dildo into place, it was long and almost as thick as a coke can. Peter whined impatiently as his daddy adjusted the heigh and slathered a liberal about of lube onto the blue dildo.
“Alight sweetheart, lean forward as far as you can go now.” His daddy commanded.
Peter righted himself and did so, pushing forward until his arms were bent under his chest and his hips were hovering well in front of where his knees were supporting his weight.
He heard the frame move behind him until the head of the dildo nudged against his hole, he pushed back onto it zealously.
“No slut.” His daddy said firmly. “back where I told you.”
The boy whined again but did as he was told, pushing all the way forward and holding himself there. The dildo nudged against his hole again and then entered until just the head was inside him. Peter gasped and clenched around it but forced himself not to move. He could hear clicks and clangs as his daddy fiddled with the frame behind him, locking it into place.
“Good boy, you can move back now.” His daddy said.
Peter didn’t need to be told twice and pushed back enthusiastically, the dildo entered him and he rocked on it a few times as it slid inside him and rubbed his prostate. The dildo was thick and ridged, rubbing his rim as the boy fucked himself back, pulling a moan from his throat as it pressed on his sweet spot.
“Now isn’t that nice little slut, what do you say?”. His daddy asked callously. Peter whimpered in pleasure as he pushed himself further and further onto the dildo behind him.
“Thank you daddy, thank you.” He gasped as he continued to rock back and forth, loving the feeling of being full.
His daddy slapped his ass once before walking around and moving another frame in front of the boy with a smirk. Peter continued to fuck himself absently as he watched with wide eyes while his daddy attached another dildo to the frame in front of his face. This one was pink and much thinner than the one in his ass, perfect for deepthroating and the boy shivered in anticipation.
“Alight baby, I want you to push all the way back as far as you an go and stay there.” His daddy told him with a vicious smile.
Peter did as he was told and leaned back until his arms were fully extended in front of him and his ass was full to the brim with silicone. His daddy moved the frame in front and adjusted it until the head of the pink dildo touched his lips.
“Open wide whore.”
Peter spread his lips and his daddy altered where the dildo sat until the head was comfortably in the boys mouth, filling it but allowing him to breath around it. He suckled on it absently as it was clicked into place, drool filling his mouth as he looked up the length of it into his daddys eyes.
“Alright little slut, move forward again, as far as you can.”
Peter moaned and did, swallowing around the dildo in his mouth as he shifted forward until it was inching down his throat. His daddy watched him move with glee as the pink dildo slowly disappeared into the boys mouth until he was as far forward as he could get.
The head of the blue dildo was just inside his hole while the pink was so far down his throat he could practically feel it in his stomach. Tears pricked Peter’s eyes as he swallowed convulsively around the intrusion, he couldn’t breath around it and watched as his daddy’s eyes roamed over him as he held himself in place. His daddy stared at him for another second before moving a large rubber ring that Peter hadn’t noticed around the end of the dildo until it rested against the boys lips where they were spread open.
“Good little toy, now all the way back again.”
Peter moved back, taking deep breaths once he was impaled on the dildo in his ass and the pink one was resting on his tongue. His daddy moved behind him and the boy felt another rubber ring moved until it was sitting against his spread hole gently.
“Those are your switch points baby boy. No half assed strokes, you go forward until your lips touch that ring and you go back until your ass touches this one. Clear?” His daddy told him firmly.
Peter nodded around his mouthful, clenching his ass around the thick dildo before moving forward, swallowing the pink dildo as he did. His lips touched the front ring as his throat was filled and his breath was cut off. He immediately pushed back again filling his ass and relishing the slide inside both holes. Peter rocked between the two dildos, fucking himself on both, picking up speed but making sure to touch both rings before changing direction.
His prick had been rock hard and leaking, it now bobbed as he moved until it was slapping against his belly, the slight stimulation ratcheted the boys pleasure higher. Pushing himself harder Peter snapped himself to and fro as fast as he could manage, his balls drew up and he moaned around the pink dildo and his ass pulsed around the blue one in his ass. The incessant rubbing of his prostate, the ridges tugging on his rim along with the slick feeling down his throat had him convulsing as he came in no time. His thrusts slowed as he came but didn’t stop, come spurted out his prick and splashed on the floor and his hole clenched rhythmically around the fake cock filling his ass. He stopped moving with his ass pushed back against the back ring, panting wetly around the dildo in his mouth. Tears ran down his cheeks and he could feel drool slipping out of his mouth to join the puddle of come on the floor bellow him.
The exertion of moving himself had eased the thrumming in his body slightly but he was still raring to go. His daddy chuckled darkly and Peter felt a pat on his ass.
“That looked a bit too easy for you kitten.” He stated maliciously and Peter moaned around the pink dildo in response, he felt fingers grasp his prick roughly and gasped. The boy could feel something wrapping around his cock, tilting his head slightly Peter could just glimpse his daddy’s clever fingers looping a thin rope around him. He looped the rope around and around, wrapping snugly around an inch of his shaft starting just below the head. The rope was thin and rubbed against the glands where it sat, the boy whined as he felt his prick pulled back towards the frame behind him. His daddy left two long trails of rope hanging from the bottom of the wrap and was using them to pull at Peter’s prick.
“Forward slut, I want your mouth on the front ring.”
Peter obeyed, using his arms to pull forward and swallowing the pink dildo down again. He could feel his prick being pulled between his legs by the rope and more tears ran down his cheeks. Slight tugging signalled his daddy knotting the ends around the back frame firmly, then testing the slack and adjusting until Peter’s prick was pulled taut behind him and pressing his cock into his sack. Unable to breath the boy trembled at the painful pull on his cock, it took a minute or so before his daddy finished his adjustments and the boy had black spots in his vision by then.
“Back.” His daddy commanded harshly.
Peter gratefully pushed back, filling his asshole and releasing the tension around his prick. He gasped for breath around the dildo and keened, his hands flexing on the bar as he focused on getting oxygen. His prick throbbed angrily at the treatment, the pain making him harder and hornier but the rope restricting the blood flow. His daddy laughed cruelly and moved to Peter’s front, the boy moaned as scarred fingers started fondling his nipples, pinching and twisting roughly.
He saw the clamps coming and whined, they were harsh ones, designed to pull tighter when weighted.
“Stay still.” His daddy told him with a grin, they were attached to Peter’s nipples quickly and the boy whimpered as the chain was pulled tight. The clamps squeezed cruelly as the chain was attached to the bar in front of him, there was no slack and Peter felt like they were going to rip his nipples off off. He knew they wouldn’t, they’d just crush his nipples painfully as more pressure was added. His daddy patted his cheek meanly and smirked.
“You can move as fast or slow as you like baby boy, as long as you touch the rings both ways, and you can come whenever you like.”
Peter thrust forward immediately to take the pressure off his nipples. The dildo slid down his throat easily but the pull on his cock reminded him of the rope tied there. He sobbed around the pink dildo as his prick pulsed painfully, his daddy patted him on the head and stepped away.
“I’ll be over here getting some work done while you tire yourself out.” His daddy told him easily as he moved into Peter’s peripheral vision and seated himself as the desk in the corner with his laptop. The boy keened, mortified at being left to his own devices like an errant puppy with a toy, but his body thrummed with the need to move so he slid forward until he felt the front ring touch his lips. The rope pulled his cock taut behind him again and it hurt, the pain fizzled and just added to the overall pleasure. The boy pushed back again slowly, his throat was sore and made slick noises as the pink dildo slid out of him. The ridges on the blue dildo rubbed and tugged on his rim as the cock behind him entered him easily and the clamps yanked his nipples as he felt the back ring touch his ass. They burned from the pain and Peter took deep gasping breaths as soon as the dildo in his mouth allowed. Peters body continued demanded movement and he whined pitifully before forcing himself forward again, swallowing as the dildo invaded his throat easily. Peter had been trained out of his gag reflex years ago but the constant deep slide down his throat was going to wreck his voice. His prick and nipples pulsed in time with his heartbeat and the boys face was a mess of tears and drool as he pushed backwards again. His hole fluttered around the thick dildo behind him as the ridges slid over his prostate, his prick dripped onto the floor and his balls tightened at the torture he was subjected to.
Peters mind floated as he focused on moving himself forward and back, the movement and effort required perfect to ease the buzzing in his bones. The boy fucked himself in both holes as the clamps yanked on his nipples and the rope tugged his prick around, the pain going from a sharp sting to a tingling ache. Peter kept is momentum slow, just concentrating on making sure his mouth and ass touched the rubber rings each time, sweat beaded on his skin and his muscles started to ache. It was perfect, his belly tightened in pleasure as his ass hit the back ring and he thrust himself forward, increasing his pace, he’d stopped trying to swallow around the pink dildo, instead just opening his throat wide and letting it glide into him, breathing through his nose when he could. The increase in speed made his muscles burn and Peter relished in the relief of the fizzling energy he’d been plagued with for so long. The rope and clamps tugged him harshly and as moved and his prick pulsed in pleasure and pain, his balls drew up and he felt like he was on the edge of coming. The boy tried to keep the momentum going as his body hummed and his orgasm edged closed with each repeat while his ass and throat were fucked open. His movements sped up again and the boy worked to move faster, still touching the rings on both ends as he desperately chased his orgasm. On the next backward thrust he took a deep breath and opened his throat wide, deciding he didn’t need to breath as badly as he needed to come. His pace increased again and he pushed himself back and forth, using his arms and thighs to move himself faster. His balls drew up further and warmth pooled in his belly, he clenched around the dildo in his ass as black spots filled his vision and on his next forward thrust the harsh tug on his cock pushed him over the edge. Peter impaled himself on the blue dildo as his ass pulsed around it and gasped in desperate breaths, the flood of oxygen hitting him hard. He screamed breathlessly around his mouthful as his cock spurted pathetically around the rope bondage, he pressed back as far as he could and stayed there, his ass full to the brim and tensing rhythmically. His nipples were burning as they were pulled taut but the pain just added to the boys pleasure as he whimpered around the pink dildo in his mouth, riding out his orgasm as he gyrated his hips while keeping the back ring against his hole.
Eventually the boys body demanded to move again, both to ease his twitching muscles and to take the pressure of his sore nipples. Peter pulled himself forward, opening his throat again and easing his ass off the blue cock behind him, the ridges pinched slightly against his rim and he whined pitifully. He heard heavy footsteps as his daddy walked over and looked him over dispassionately.
Something wet splashed against the boys ass as his daddy spread more lube onto the blue dildo and Peter pushed back, the lube eased the painful tugs and the slick slide against his insides pulled a pleased moan from the boy as he fucked himself back and forth.
“Having fun?” His daddy asked mockingly as he grabbed Peters ass cheeks in both hands and jiggled them, moaning in response the boy pushed back into it eagerly.
“Look at you little toy, fucking yourself open so enthusiastically. I knew you were a cock slut but this is impressive even for you.” His daddy told him wickedly with a slap to his ass before removing his hand and stepping away. Peter flushed in embarrassment, he knew he was a slut, he liked being his daddy’s little cock hole.
“You're gonna stay like this until you can’t move kitten and when your all tired out, if I still have work to I’ll decide what to do with you then.” His daddy patted his ass agin before walking back to his laptop and leaving Peter to his own devices.
The boy kept moving, fucking himself over and over in both ends, his prick and nipples being yanked with his movements. The slide of the dildos inside his ass and throat felt amazing and the physical endeavor eased the sizzling energy inside him. His mind went floaty as he kept his attention on moving and touching the rings with his lips and ass with each thrust. The pain from his nipples and cock being pulled with each repetition faded into the back of his mind as he kept himself moving at a steady pace. Peter kept going like that for what felt like hours, the only stutter to his motion when the rolling pain and pleasure coalesced enough for him to come, prick splashing more liquid onto the puddle beneath him. The boy never stopped long enough to fully get his breath back and was light headed and fuzzy from it, it was exhausting and exhilarating. Eventually the constant exertion drained the boys energy until he was left trembling and shaky, his body slick from sweat.
Peter stopped moving abruptly, pushing onto the blue dildo until his ass was full and he could breath. His arms were extended in front of him and shaking, palms wet from sweat and the only reason they were still on the bar being his sticky ability. His throat burned and his lips were sore, he could taste the salt from his tears and sweat dripping into his mouth and his face felt puffy and flushed red. His nipples and cock were on fire from the pain and his hole was pulsing where it clenched around the ridges of the blue dildo while his prostate throbbed from the constant stimulation. The boy tensed and tried to move forward but could only drag himself halfway before getting stuck, arms and legs tired and quivering. He whined around the pink dildo where it sat halfway down his throat, blocking his breath as he blinked more tears from his eyes.
Movement in the corner of his eye alerted the boy to his daddy standing and moving closer until he looked down at Peter with a mean smile.
“All tuckered out baby boy?” He asked tauntingly as a big hand stroked down Peters back to pat his ass condescendingly. The boy whimpered despairingly and tried to move back again so he could breath, his limbs felt like jelly and didn't cooperate, leaving Peter stuck in place as his daddy watched with amusement. More tears slipped down the boys cheeks and he sobbed around the pink dildo as he stared at his daddy beseechingly.
“Need some help little slut?” His daddy asked delightedly, before wrapping his hands around the boys hips and pushing him forwards until his lips touched the front ring.
“There we go.” He said with malicious glee, a big scarred hand cupping Peters throat where it was stretched around the silicone. Peter mewled wretchedly and tried to push back with his useless arms, his daddy was so mean sometimes, he couldn't breath and his vision was going spotty from the lack of oxygen as he quivered.
“Oh you wanted back.” His daddy stated patronizingly before grabbing Peters hips again and pulling him backwards until his ass touch the back ring.
“There you go kitten.” He said mirthfully as the boy gulped air greedily and black spots receded. Peter sniveled as his limbs struggled to hold him, all his weight now rested on the blue dildo where it impaled him deeply. His nipples burned in agony where they were stretched and the boy wailed desperately.
“Awww baby boy.” His daddy crooned sweetly. “You ready to get down?” He asked in false kind voice. Peter nodded, tongue still pressed down by the silicone in his mouth.
“Alright sweetheart.” Big hands gentled him soothingly, stroking over his sweaty skin, the clamps were removed and Peter cried out at the sharp sensation as his blood rushed to his nipples. Scarred fingers rubbed them carefully, soothing the pain slightly before moving down to untie the rope from his prick. Once it was released the rush of blood made the boy lightheaded, the throbbing ache rushed through him as his daddy fondled his freed cock with rough fingers. It felt like liquid fire and his balls tightened in response, he moaned weakly, mouthing at the pink dildo with his tongue absently. His daddy’s hand wrapped around his aching prick and jerked him a few times carelessly, the stimulation raced up Peters spine and he clenched his hole as he groaned. His daddy started whispering filthily as his hand moved over the boys prick.
“Such a slutty boy, you fucked yourself to exhaustion but are still ready to come huh? Love how much of a whore you are, just desperate for anything in your holes.” The mans other hand moved to Peters ass and tugged on his stretched rim while he spoke. The boy moaned piteously as his daddy continued playing with him and saying dirty things, bringing him closer to orgasm as he did. He rocked his hips slightly, the only movement he was capable of and screamed around his mouthful as he came again abruptly. His prick spurted more come onto the puddle on the floor and he whimpered as his daddy stroked him through it.
“Good little slut.” His daddy told him with a pat to his ass, the merc stood and moved around, pulling the frame in front of the boy away. Peter worked his sore jaw as the dildo left his mouth, drool slipping from his wrecked lips as he hung his head down in exhaustion. The dildo in his ass started to slide out slowly, inch by inch until it was gone, leaving the boy clenching his stretched rim around air. He whimpered in upset at the feeling of emptiness, his prostate throbbed and his rim tingled in the cool air. Peter shivered as the sweat on his body cooled, he felt his daddy’s fingers fondling his ass again then move down to pull his hole wide. His daddy spat inside him, the boy could feel it hit his inner walls and keened as his daddy muttered behind him.
“Such a slutty stretched ass, look at that.” Before spitting inside again, it left Peter shaking and desperate at the possessiveness. His daddy moved his hands away and started removing the tape around Peters calves easily, the boy sagged completely, barley keeping himself from flopping to join the puddle on the floor. He felt wrung out and drained, it was amazing, the jittery energy that had been buzzing inside him finally disappearing.
His daddy scooped Peter into his arms and held the boy against his chest as he pressed kisses to his hair.
“My sweet boy, so good sweetheart. I gotchu.”
Peter tucked his face into his daddy’s neck, his body felt like jelly, all wobbly and floppy. His daddy walked them to the desk and sat in the chair with the boy facing him, legs on either side of his thighs. Peter was tucked up against his daddy’s bare chest and he closed his eyes to enjoy the fatigue that had evaded him for days. His nipples and prick were swollen and chafed, he could feel them pressed against his daddy’s scarred skin. His ass felt puffy and sore but too empty after being so full for so long, the boy could feel his daddy’s hard cock pressing into his belly and he whined wantonly. He tried to roll his hips against the hardness, it ended up more like a sad wiggle with his limbs refusing to obey and he whined again. His daddy’s hands stilled were they had been rubbing up and down his back, moving down to cup the boys ass cheeks.
“What do you want sweetheart?” His daddy asked simply. Peter smacked his lips to wet them and answered.
“Your cock, please daddy?” His voice was a wrecked whisper but he knew his daddy heard from the way his chest moved in a chuckle.
“Course baby boy.”
Peter tilted slightly as his daddy supported his weight with one arm while his other hand shifted to open and pull down his pants deftly. Fingers probed the boys hole carefully to check the wetness, his daddy must have deemed there to be enough lube already cause he didn’t bother grabbing more. Just spat on his hand and pumped himself a few times before picking Peter up by his thighs and lifting to line his ass up to the scarred cock, he held the boy there for a moment before slowly letting his weight drop him down. Peter keened as the scarred skin rubbed his sensitive inner walls as he was impaled on his daddy’s cock until they were flush together. Peters prick and nipples scraped against his daddy’s chest relentlessly and more tears slipped down his cheeks. It prickled and stung but felt so good as his daddy rolled his hips a few times before stilling.
His daddy pulled a damp washcloth from somewhere and wiped Peters face clean, peppering him with kisses as he did. He got the boy to sip some water through a straw before wrapping a soft blanket over his tender body. He murmured praise the whole time, about how good and sweet Peter was until the boy was tucked up under his daddy’s chin, feeling warm and exhausted and thoroughly fucked out.
“Ok kitten, daddys still got work to do. You were so distracting fucking yourself so nicely that I couldn't help but watch. Think you can sit still like this for a bit?” His daddy asked indulgently as he held Peter to his chest. The boy nodded sleepily, his muscles were lax and spent, his body felt nice and tingly and his daddy’s cock was in his hole. He could stay here forever.
“That’s my good boy.” His daddy said warmly as he pulled his laptop closer and started clicking away. Peter spent the rest of the day right there, sitting on his daddy’s cock and dozing in and out, revelling in the peaceful calm.