Page 24 of Full Body Hit, Part 1 (Alpha Omega Hockey #5)

AUSTON

A uston had never been prone to addiction.

Sure, he’d get blasted drunk a lot more often when he was in his early twenties and had done his fair share of drugs—it came with the territory of being a hockey player back then.

But he’d never gotten hooked . Sure, his sister had always gotten concerned when he wouldn’t call her back because he was too hungover, but that was just part of the culture of being a young guy in the league back then. It’d all just been a fun time that he could shake off if he needed to.

He’d known plenty of guys who had fallen in holes much deeper—players who disappeared into the bathroom right before games, during intermission, who would come out sniffling and rubbing their nose.

Guys who got caught in the trap of pain medication, enabled by the med staff just to keep them playing.

There had been absolutely no concern for the long-term effects of things when he was younger. It was different now.

Now, people gave a shit if you took too much of something. If you hit your head and were seeing spots, you weren’t allowed to just return to the ice like it was nothing.

Point was, Auston had encountered plenty of opportunities to fall in the hole of addiction, and he’d never really been tempted.

Auston might have to admit defeat on this one, though, because it couldn’t be normal.

He just couldn’t stop sending things to Charlie.

It took an enormous amount of daily restraint to not scare Charlie away with an amount of presents that would be worrying for any level of relationship.

As it was, Auston was flirting with the line of ‘too much’ by sending something every three days.

Or, really, every other day, if his self-control slipped… which was often.

He tried to send small things sometimes. Flowers, chocolates, fluffy socks.

But there was also the exquisitely made lingerie. The expensive bath oils. The house slippers that cost almost nine hundred dollars.

And then there were the platinum and silicone butt plugs. Or, well, ‘anal training kit’, as the name of the product claimed.

See, Auston had gone through plenty of sexual encounters where his partners simply couldn’t take him the whole way in. It had gotten to the point where he’d given up trying to stick his dick into anything other than a mouth or the tight grip of a hand for years now.

He didn’t make a fuss about it—the last thing he wanted to do was hurt someone. The truth was, the only way he was going to get regular, penetrative sex would be with a steady partner who could work up to his dick.

It’d been a depressingly long time since he’d gotten to that point with someone.

He wasn’t actually expecting to get to that point with Charlie, either. Not because he didn’t want to—God knew there were nights he could barely sleep, he wanted to get his hands on his baby so much—but because he was trying to be content with what he had without obsessing about what could be.

The fact that Charlie had used a voice distortion app just to talk on the phone meant that he wasn’t nearly ready to meet him in person and, honestly, that suited Auston just fine.

It was easier to hide his flaws and his borderline-obsessive neediness and the mess that was gonna be his last year in the NHL with Charlie on the other side of a screen.

Was he secretly hoping they’d meet one day? That maybe this was the real fucking deal? Yeah. But he wasn’t counting on it.

So the butt plugs—he wasn’t intending to train his Charlie up for him . But it’d be fucking exhilarating to see his baby being fucked with something equally large—a toy Auston would select carefully to copy his own dimensions.

But that was only if Charlie liked the idea.

Charlie

Daddyyy

Aunix

Hey, baby

Charlie

Got your new present

There was an image attached, displaying the box of five different tapered plugs, each covered in what promised to be a buttery-feeling, turquoise silicone.

Auston’s stomach tightened. They’d discussed Auston sending sex toys, but not this in particular, and although he thought he knew Charlie well enough to guess how’d he react, he wasn’t a hundred percent sure.

Aunix

Wanna take them out? See how they feel in your hand?

Charlie

Ok

Auston got himself a beer from the fridge as he waited, settling on the couch as the next message came through.

Charlie

Wow they’re really soft

Smooth

Aunix

Yeah? Do they feel good?

Charlie

Yeah

This one’s crazy big

He sent a picture of the largest one, which was as big as an average knot at the widest point—something that bodies were meant to have inflate inside them, not get fucked with. That was always Auston’s problem—getting all the way inside.

It would be a lot to take. Would stretch his baby past anything he could swallow at the moment.

He pressed the call button—he wanted to make absolutely sure Charlie was okay with what he was about to suggest, and he could only do that if he heard his voice.

“Hey, Daddy,” Charlie's voice came through. It had been oddly familiar since the beginning, like if it were just a little bit different, it would click into place.

“Hey, honey. You okay with the present, then?”

“Mmhm. But I’m thinking you bought these for a specific reason…” There was a lilting slant to the words, the smart cookie seeing right through Auston.

“First off, I just wanna say that you don’t have to use any of them. You don’t have to use any of the stuff I send you, especially not the toys.”

“I love everything you send me. And these are the first toys I got from you,” he said, pout obvious in his voice.

“Well, I didn’t want to assume. Wanted to take it slow.”

“I don’t think me sending you pictures of my hole is taking it slow, Daddy.”

Auston choked on his own spit. “All right, brat. You’ve got a point there.”

Charlie laughed.

“I’ll send you all the toys you want but, point is, you don’t have to use them if you don’t want to.”

There was a little pause. “The box says these are an ‘anal training kit.’ So you’re training me, huh?”

Auston licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry. If Charlie were there, he’d drag him onto his lap, make use of that smart tongue.

“I think,” he started slowly, deliberately, “that if I had you here right now, even with all the squirming and begging you do, you wouldn’t be able to take my cock.”

“You don’t know that,” Charlie mumbled.

“No? You can barely take three of your fingers in, baby. You’re so fucking tight, I’d split you in two.”

A small, caught noise got forced out of Charlie. “I’d be able to take it,” he insisted stubbornly.

“No, you wouldn’t. That’s why I have to train you up. That plug you just said was ‘crazy big’? That’s me the whole way through…and that’s without my knot.”

A burst of breath came over the speaker. “Can I try one? Please, Aunix? I haven’t come in two days, please .”

Auston laughed a little meanly at how desperate Charlie had gotten from just talking about this. “So you want to try them out? Get to that big one so I can buy you something that feels just like me? See if you can really take as much as you say?”

“Yeah. Yeah, please, Aunix, I can do it. Let me show you—I can start with the third plug, I think.”

“No. You can start with the first one like a good boy.”

Charlie groaned, but he was good, so he didn’t complain.

“Wash it first. Soap is fine.”

“Okay, Daddy. Give me a sec.”

Auston had enough self-control not to touch himself as he waited for his baby to set everything up.

There was probably a way to do a live video call without revealing their identities. It’d be harder for Charlie, who apparently had gotten a camera set up to show Auston everything , but maybe he could wear a hood or something.

There was something about having to wait for the videos that lit Auston’s body on fire, though. How, after every instruction he gave, all he could do was imagine what was happening, hand on his cock and heart thumping.

The videos that Charlie sent were always a million times better than anything Auston could conjure up in his imagination. He was so fucking willing , so eager, his voice and his movements and the way he said Daddy like Auston was the only thing in the world…

No wonder Auston was addicted to treating his boy to things, when it was so fucking rewarding.

He took a swig of beer, picturing what Charlie was doing right then.

Auston was dying to touch him, but it’d be satisfying just to watch, too.

To sit in the room with a drink in his hand and watch Charlie’s pleading eyes and whiny mouth as he tried to fit his fingers in that tight hole of his.

How good it would feel to have all that power—his baby so fucking close, doing exactly what Auston told him, and having enough control to sit there and do nothing to help.

Yeah…maybe Auston was a little more sadistic than he had previously thought.

His phone chirped, knocking him out of the fantasy and right into something infinitely better.

Auston had no fucking clue how Charlie did it, but he always exceeded every single one of Auston’s expectations.

Auston watched the video, gums hurting with the urge to bite. Charlie had dressed up in the baby-blue lingerie Auston had sent him the other day, white stockings attached to the garters, the edges frothy with frills.

The garters framed his bare ass perfectly, the silky, loose crop top slipping up his back as he arched enough to show the camera his hole.

“Jesus,” Auston grunted, pulling his sweats down to release his dick. How the fuck had he gotten so lucky? It was like a damn dream, something only his wildest imagination could come up with.

He had no idea what sort of lighting Charlie used, but it was perfect, casting his creamy skin in a warm glow. The lube on his fingers gleamed as he reached behind himself, ass to the camera with his knees and chest on the bed.