Page 25 of Full Body Hit, Part 1 (Alpha Omega Hockey #5)

A small, hurt sound came out of Charlie as the first finger slipped in without much resistance. He didn’t take long to make it two, obviously impatient, something Auston would have to train out of him.

Good things were worth waiting for.

Auston stroked his cock slowly, promising himself that he’d find a way to get these videos up on his massive TV so he could watch them in high definition. Having to strain his eyes on the phone screen was a fucking crime.

“Daddy,” his Charlie mumbled, and then he was reaching for the plug. The video cut off.

“What the fuck,” Auston growled, half-amused, half-incredulous at his baby’s audacity.

Aunix

Really, baby? Your ass would be red if you were here

Charlie

That’s like not actually a threat

I would beg for you to spank me daddy

Auston gritted his teeth. Could a person die from wanting too much? Because it felt like he was about to.

Charlie

But no daddy I’m not trying to tease you

Look

The next video appeared in their thread, and Auston understood the pause.

He’d completely forgotten the plugs had suction cups on the ends.

Charlie had attached the plug onto the hardwood floor, facing away from the camera, which had been set up so it was framing his ass and half his back.

Auston watched, eyes burning, skin on fire, mouth so dry he had to fumble for his beer and take a sip, as Charlie did all the work on screen.

Charlie was hanging onto the edge of the bed with one hand as he reached back and guided the plug into his hole with the other. He went slow, and Auston turned the volume up so he could hear the sigh Charlie let out when it was completely inside.

“Daddy,” Charlie whined, and Auston had to clench his whole fucking body in order not to beg his baby to let him go over there and fill him up himself.

Charlie lifted up on his knees, whining as the widest part of the plug stretched him.

Auston could fucking see everything with the way his boy was leaning forward, his own cock leaking in his hand at the sight—that tight hole stretching around the bulb, making way for it.

He could see how Charlie was shivering with obvious pleasure, toes curling and uncurling.

The good thing about these plugs was that they were long , the tip continuing on for a few inches beyond the widest part. He could only imagine how it felt, having it press into Charlie, reaching in deep.

Auston watched as his baby fucked himself diligently on the toy, but had to pause to send a message.

Aunix

You look fucking perfect baby

Turn around

Fuck yourself facing me. Get your little dick out of the way and let me see you

Charlie

Yes daddy

Auston had to just wait, hand on his dick as minutes passed. He finally got a video with the message, please daddy I’m so close.

Too bad. Auston would have to watch first.

The video was even better than the first one.

Charlie had his dick pressed to his stomach with one hand, the red, wet head peeking out, leaking more and more as the seconds ticked by.

He was leaning against the bed behind him, knees splayed wide, balls tucked in close with pleasure, showing off how the toy fucked in and out of him.

Charlie’s thighs shook with the effort, abs tight like he was just holding it together. Auston’s cock twitched, thick and hard in his hand, sweat springing up on his neck.

He had never wanted someone so fucking bad. His whole body hurt with it, his soul straining to get nearer, to touch, to be part of that pleasure for real.

His hand stroked faster as Charlie made more noise, a strangled, “Please, please,” falling out of him.

Auston was too close to tease anymore.

Aunix

You can come, baby, show me how much you like being full

Charlie

Thank you thank you

He didn’t have to wait long for the final video, Charlie finally allowed to touch his dick, long, graceful fingers gripping it tightly. His movements stuttered as he fucked himself, flush reaching his chest, nipples pebbled, making noises like it was too much.

“Daddy. Daddy ,” Charlie begged, and that was it. Charlie’s dick spurted all over his hand, dripping onto the floor, plug buried deep inside.

Auston had to close his eyes, image seared in the grey matter of his brain, burning the soft flesh.

“ Fuck ,” he cursed, and then he was coming too, shooting everywhere: on his knee, on the fucking floor, onto the couch.

He trembled, feral and unsatisfied, hollow in the middle where all his viscera were supposed to be.

He looked down to make sure he hadn’t somehow popped a knot, but no. This was just a normal orgasm when it was inspired by his baby.

He held himself very still as the pleasure thrummed through him like an angry cat, hissing and pacing. It left him shaking with the need to move, to search for Charlie, to dig his claws into skin, his teeth into muscle.

The thin, invisible filament separating him was maddening, filling his mind with restless things, with buzzing insects.

He took a deep breath. Willed his heartbeat down. Tried to loosen the muscles of his thighs, his shoulders, his arms.

It didn’t work.

He pressed the call button. It rang exactly once before Charlie picked up.

“Daddy?” God, his voice was wrecked, scratchy and whiny at the same time.

Auston imagined what it would be like to wrap his big hand around that fragile throat. To feel his baby go all limp so that Auston could kiss his mouth, his cheeks, the mating mark he’d leave on his—

He needed to get his shit together.

“Where are you, honey?”

“I’m…I’m still—it’s still inside me.”

Auston’s cock, amazingly, twitched. “Waiting for me to tell you to stop?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Does it feel good inside you? Move a little.”

A rush of air, and then a tiny, split noise, high and thready. “D-Daddy.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s too much.”

“I don’t think so. Grab the second plug. The one that’s a little bigger.”

“ Daddy,” his baby sobbed, probably overstimulated and tired and wrung out.

Auston was viciously calm. “ Hmm? ”

Charlie let out a whine but didn’t protest further.

There was rustling, water rushing, more rustling.

“I cleaned it,” Charlie said.

“Good boy. My perfect, smart boy. Stick it to the floor,” Auston cooed.

“Okay. It’s…it’s there.”

“Good. Lower yourself down, honey. Bet you’re all soft and opened up, huh?”

“Mmh. Should I make a video?”

“No. Just want to listen to you.”

“Okay. I’m…I’m—fuck, Daddy.”

Auston shifted on the couch, covered in sweat and cooling come and not giving a single shit. “That’s it. Be good and take it all.”

“ Oh .” Charlie panted loudly. “It’s in.”

“How does it feel?”

“Like…a lot. I’ve never done anything so soon after coming. It’s just a lot.”

“Yeah? Do you have any fucking idea how deep I’d be in you right now if I were there? I’d make you come on my fingers just so I could fuck you when you’re like this, whining and overstimulated.”

“ Fuck .”

Auston clenched and unclenched his fist, trying to syphon the directionless aggression in his blood. “Start moving now, honey. Come on.”

“I—oh. Fuck. It’s…Daddy…”

“Keep going. Be good for me now.”

Auston could tell Charlie was doing exactly as he was being asked, noises just dripping out of him unchecked, high, punched-out sounds and little grunts as the plug was forced inside him over and over again.

Auston squeezed the head of his cock. He wouldn’t be able to come again, but he was getting hard, thick cock plumping up, blood rushing south.

“D-Daddy,” Charlie breathed.

“Are you hard?”

“Yeah. Yeah, please, can I—”

“No,” Auston cut in immediately.

“ Daddy .” Charlie gasped, shock obvious.

“This isn’t for you. It’s for me. Those are my fingers fucking into you right now, just to watch you squirm.”

Charlie whined, loud and long.

“Are you complaining?”

“No, Daddy, I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good. Please, please.”

“Keep going. Open yourself up. This is just training so that when I get inside you, I don’t split you open.”

“Oh, God,” his baby sobbed. “I want you to. Please, I want you to.”

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you? To carve you open until you make space for me?”

“Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah—” Charlie grunted, voice trailing into nonsense, an amalgamation of please and Daddy and yeah .

Auston could tell when it was truly getting to be too much, Charlie gasping for breath desperately, every puff of air sounding wet like he was crying, his ability to form actual words lost.

A dark, clawed satisfaction purred inside Auston’s chest. Mine , it said, and the proof was right there, Charlie doing everything Auston asked for even if it hurt.

“Okay, baby. Slow down, now. You can stop.”

Charlie was sobbing openly. “Please can I come? Please? I’m so…I’m so—”

“No, honey. You’ve been so, so good—this isn’t any sort of punishment, okay? It’s just that I know you can be this perfect. Get off the plug, honey. Get on the bed.”

A pause filled with short pants and then a gasp. Rustling. Auston could tell the moment Charlie finally lay down by the long sigh he let out.

“You comfortable, honey?”

“No. I’m hard .”

Auston chuckled. “Sorry, honey. Try to relax. Take deep breaths and listen to my voice.”

Charlie mewled, and Auston kept talking, telling him how perfect he was, how proud Auston was of him, how he’d done so good, taking everything Auston gave him, how lucky Auston was to have such a good baby, how there was no one like him.

Charlie seemed to soak it all in, muttering happily and making shy little noises as his breath evened out.

“Better, baby?” Auston asked eventually.

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you.”

“All you, honey. You did so good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Took so much. Want you to wrap yourself up in your sheet, okay? You got some water nearby?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, drink some for me.”

Charlie did, gasping in contentment when he was done.

“Good boy. My perfect boy. How about you take a nap and we can clean you up after?”

“Okay.”

“Put your phone on the charger and leave the call going. I’ll be with you the whole time. Just let me know when you wake up.”

“Okay, Daddy.”