"I'm the worst boy in the world."
I look at Benedetto’s bedside table and find a dildo. I've seen these before, in baskets they keep in the warehouse. Clients sometimes ask to use them in place of our cocks, because it heightens their stimulation. The dildos scared me in the warehouse, because they looked like they'd tear my ass in two.
But this dildo isperfect. It's pink and rubbery, and it has a glistening jewel tip. It shakes when I touch it, and it's not rigid and hard like the ones they kept in the basement bins.
I spot a bottle of lube next to the dildo and blow out a breath of relief when I pick it up. When my captors used dildos on boys as punishment, they never lubricated them properly. They rammed them into their holes, making my friends scream. The pain must’ve been unbearable.
After tilting the bottle up, I feather my hand up and down the dildo. I position it outside of my hole and spread my cheeks.
"Oh my God." I thrust my head back, canting my hips up. "Oh, Daddy. This feels so fucking good!"
I'm a weirdo. That's what I think as I beat my dick and fuck my ass with the dildo in Benedetto’s bed. But I can't control myself. I spentyearsof my life fucking men I didn’t want to, and neglecting my own desires. In this house, in this wonderful bed, I can finally be myself again.
I'm not a nameless boy with a huge dick my captors use for profit. I’m a boy with agency, with an identity, one who’s tempting and desirable in ways I didn't expect.
I inhale Benedetto’s scent again, groaning as it floods my senses. My ass clamps down around the pink dildo, and I grind on it with intensity, forcing it deep into my channel walls.
It's so wrong, because I just want Benedetto to break into this room, catch me riding his dildo, and punish me. He's my big teddy bear, my fluffy man with enough brawn to make me feel so safe inside, and his hands on my body would mean everything to me.
"He's not like those skinny motherfuckers I fucked in the warehouse." Sweat drips down my neck in spades, smearing on his pillowcase as I buck even harder. "He's a real man. A man with a body."
Heat builds in my loins. My balls heave against my taint, throbbing with need. Cum rockets up my shaft and I know it's only a matter of time before I explode.
I picture Benedetto busting the door down with his bare shoulder, stomping to the bed, and thrusting me facedown. He buries himself in me, groaning because he can't control himself, desperate grunts tearing out of his lips, so manly and primitive, unlike any I heard at the warehouse.
His huge belly slams into my body, shaking like a goddamn mountain after an earthquake, his hairy chest brushing against my hairless skin, erotic in every way.
His giant man shaft bears down on my walls, fucking me harder, harder, bringing me to the heights of pleasure. With his thrusts, he banishes the terrible memories I have of being a sex slave. He slams his lips on mine, kissing me passionately while he grinds in my hole, introducing me to sensations I never knew existed.
"Daddy." I let out a scream as my orgasm threatens to blow me up from the inside out. "Fuck me harder! It feels so good, Daddy!”
With a ravenous cry, I explode on my tummy, emitting hot tendrils of cum. They splatter against my nipples and chest, rocketing down the nooks and crannies of my rib cage, before seeping onto the sheets.
I mash my head into his pillowcase, inhaling as much of his scent as I can. I ride out the last of my orgasm on his dildo, grinding on it like a jockey, pretending it's his mammoth organ.
I pull his dildo out of my ass and study it in the light of his room. I quiver with excitement when I realize this very dildo, this rod of pink perfection, has likely been in his ass, too. Just before I leave, I spot something on his pillowcase.
When I pick it up, I see it's a hair. A beautiful Benedetto hair. Warmth floods my chest, and I steal it and place it in my towel. I'll keep it next to my bed, and touch it whenever I want to grow close to him. He'll never know, and we’ll always maintain our connection this way.
I lock the door behind me. This is what I want. I’ve had sex with enough men to know when I desire someone. I’ve neglected my own needs for years and I’m ready to put my past behind me.
I want Benedetto to be mine.
12
BENEDETTO
The next morning
The smell of scrambled eggs and bacon reaches my nose as I swipe the spatula along the nonstick pan.
I pop two pieces of Texas toast into the toaster and wait for them to cook. When I finish, I'll plate the meal and take it to the center island. I bet it's been a long time since he's had a hearty home-cooked meal and I want to be the man to give it to him.
My maid usually prepares meals for both of us. Today, I told her to take the day off so I could cook. I want to see the look on Wesley's face when he tastes the breakfast.
"Good morning." A sleepy voice reaches my ears. I spin around and see Wesley standing next to the table in the adorable caterpillar onesie I bought him at Little Land.
The roof of my mouth goes numb and I find it tough to swallow. Damn…damn. After my conversation with Constantine, I backed off. I cut our cuddle sessions down from four hours to two. I'd never want to sabotage our mission and I'd shoot myself in the face if I came onto Wesley before he was ready.