Page 32 of Full Body Hit, Part 1 (Alpha Omega Hockey #5)

His finger just slid across the sensitive skin, everything slick, a dribble gushing out at the touch. It was like his nerve endings had been stripped bare, electrocuted to feel everything tenfold.

“Jesus, the noises you’re making right now just from that.”

“I…Daddy, I just—”

“It’s okay. You can go slow. How about just the tip inside you? In and out, just like that.”

It was ridiculous to get this turned-on by so little, but just having something inside had conditioned him to want more , his body waking, lighting up, ravenous.

He clenched around the small intrusion. “A little more? Please?”

“Ok. Just one. Let me see you take it.”

Chase didn’t hesitate, sinking his finger inside as hard as he could, the web between his fingers aching with the pressure.

He slipped out, and in, and out, trying to build some sort of sensation up, to feed the hunger growing at his core, but the more he tried, the emptier he felt.

“Please. Please, please…”

“A little longer. God, you’re absolutely soaking. I should get you a waterproof cover for your bed.”

Chase gasped, something humiliating about that, about having to take precautions because he was leaking so much.

He twisted his hand, searching for something , but it remained out of reach.

Aunix just watched, not saying much except go slower , as if Chase wasn’t already fucking dying with how slow he was going.

He was practically sobbing by the time Aunix let him get three fingers in. He was soft inside, so slick there was barely any resistance. It felt good, that little bit more, but all he could think about was the toy that was waiting for him, that would finally fuck him like he wanted.

“Good, baby, that’s it. Wish you could see yourself…actually. Pick up your phone with your free hand. I want you to see exactly how you look.”

Chase’s breath stuttered. His free hand ached from gripping the sheets so hard, and he uncurled his fingers slowly, palming for his phone and picking it up.

The screen showed Aunix. He hadn’t even taken off his sweats, but the line of his cock was more than obvious—it was obscene, making the material stretch even as one of Aunix’s big hands palmed the bulge.

Spit filled Chase’s mouth. He swallowed compulsively, but he was so hungry it hurt. He wanted to be right there between Aunix’s thighs, resting his cheek against the hard length of him, mouth at the wet tip until Aunix let him touch him for real.

“Daddy,” Chase whined, truly unable to switch the screen to his own recording. He’d even stopped fingering himself, wrist going limp.

“You watching yourself? What’s wrong?”

“I just…I wish it were you. I wish…”

There was a small, crumpled pause. “Yeah,” Aunix said softly. “Me too, honey.”

“I’d be so good. I’d take you so well, Daddy, promise.”

“I know you would. You’re already being so good, letting me tease you even though you’re begging for it. Go ahead and watch yourself.”

Chase used a shaking finger to switch to his own feed, gasping at the sight. He could feel his whole body flush.

That wasn’t him. That couldn’t be him. The shiny hole stretched around three fingers, already a little puffy from how desperately he’d been trying to stuff himself. The gleaming thighs and spread-wide legs. The way slick was drooling out, seeping into the bedspread.

“D-Daddy.”

“Fuck yourself a little, come on, baby.”

Chase couldn’t do anything else but obey.

In a strange, out-of-body experience, he watched his own hand move, sliding in and out, the way his hole clenched tight, the way that slick dripped out. He could see how his ass clenched, how fucking eager he was for it.

“See?” Aunix asked.

“Please…”

“Okay, honey. Get on the floor and set up. Let’s give you what you want.”

Everything in Chase sparked , a firework wheel that charred him in spots, making them burn. He did everything in the wrong order: tried to get off the bed before taking his hand out, set up the dildo and then had to go get the camera, forgot his phone in the middle of the bed.

He put the phone near the edge of the mattress where he’d be leaning so he could watch Aunix as he fucked himself.

Despite how much he wanted it, the toy was still intimidatingly big. Thick and long and jutting out of the floor obscenely. It had a bulbous head and a thick vein travelling down the side. Chase wondered if he would be able to feel it, or if it would all be too much to focus on that little detail.

Everything was ready, now. He would prove to Aunix how much he could take—that if they ever met up, Chase would be ready.

“Can I, Daddy?”

“Yeah, baby. Go slow.”

Chase nodded, back to the camera. He went up high on his knees, shifting until he was over the tip of the toy. His hole clenched in anticipation, slick gushing out and onto the silicone.

Chase coated the dildo in it. He took a deep breath and started lowering.

Everything in him focused on that one point. Despite the three fingers he’d used to get ready, the stretch was immediate, the big, tapered head flaring out and making it a challenge from the get-go.

He slid down a little more, gasping as the tip popped in only to be stretched again by the girth of the cock. He could feel his walls making way for it, reshaping themselves for Aunix.

He scrabbled at the sheets where he was leaning his arms, taking a little more. Fuck, he wasn’t even halfway through, and he was already so full .

“Daddy,” he whimpered, blinking blearily at the screen.

“That’s it. You’re doing perfectly. Take your time,” Aunix rumbled.

Chase blinked, clearing his eyes. Aunix had taken his cock out, was holding it in his big hand, stroking it slowly.

Fuck, it looked so good, would feel so good. Better even than the toy, but this was the closest he was going to get for now.

He went a little lower. God, the plugs really hadn’t been anything like this. Even a knot couldn’t be like this, surely—a knot was meant to be inside you, not fuck in and in and in until you could feel it in your gut.

Chase kept going, though, stuffing himself full. Every inch he would think, I can’t take any more , but then he’d pause, and breathe, and listen to Aunix tell him how good he was, how well he was taking it, how he’d never seen anything like it.

Which was probably untrue—there was plenty of porn of Omegas taking monster cocks, but he understood how this would be different. How this was far more intimate. How this was just for Aunix, not some anonymous act on the internet.

Chase gasped as he finally, finally bottomed out. He couldn’t fucking move, just felt it there, so thick and big that it seemed to reach the centre of him where nothing else had ever touched.

“D-Daddy,” he whispered, shaking a little. He was so fucking full.

“You did it, baby. You did it. Look at you, Christ . How does it feel?”

“It’s…it’s so much,” Chase groaned.

“Does it hurt?” Aunix asked quickly.

Chase focused inward. “No,” he replied, because there was no pain. The sensation was something deeper. Something bigger. He pressed a hand on his stomach and could feel it there, somehow, splitting him in two.

He lifted himself with wobbly thighs and oh, God, the way that dragged against his rim, his prostate, his walls. It was as if his body were doing something impossible, something it could only achieve for Aunix.

“Ah ,” he cried out as he dropped. The tip was hitting something, or moving something, Chase didn’t even know. All he could tell was that it felt good, a pleasure in the pit of him.

He did it again, sliding the cock out, in. It punched the air out of him, hole clenching, throbbing.

“That’s it. Keep going. You can do it.”

“ Uh .” Chase couldn’t breathe, it was in so deep, but he kept going because Aunix had told him to and he wanted to be good for him, for Daddy to be proud, to want him for real, to keep him close and never let him go.

He couldn’t think. He couldn’t see. He leaned on the bed and moved up and down, hips straining, knees sore on the hardwood floor, blooming in bruises.

His gut ached , sounds forced out of him every time he bottomed out.

His hole tried to clench, but he could barely manage it, rim expanded, soft walls pushed to their limit.

The pleasure built in deep . Where normally it was his cock that strained, now it was his core, like something was getting bigger, ballooning inside him, taking over the space his organs normally occupied. It seeped into his bones, his muscles, making him tremble.

“I think…I think—Daddy, can I come?”

“Turn around first.”

Chase didn’t even whine, didn’t even think to. He lifted up, crying out at the sheer emptiness that suddenly took over.

He scrambled to get into position. Thank God the app was blurring his face, because there was no way he had the capacity to worry about that.

Chase moaned loudly as he sank down on the toy again. God, that felt so good. So right . He moved, working his thighs, his back straining, core clenched tight. He was going to be more sore than after a double overtime game at this rate, but at that moment, he truly couldn’t give less of a fuck.

The pleasure from before had rebuilt, the smoke and fire of it coating his lungs, his throat, his mouth.

He kept going, and going, and going, fucking himself ruthlessly.

He didn’t know if he was going to come, the sensation was so unknown, like something familiar reshaped into something foreign, all the same pieces in a strange order.

It wasn’t going to happen, it wasn’t going to happen, and then, suddenly, it did.

“ Aah .” The scream cut short as his throat constricted. The pleasure was in every vein, every artery, thrumming with blood. The cock was in so deep, he was stretched so wide, and the pleasure just kept going on, and on, and on, taking over his body like nothing else ever had.

He was shaking by the time it finally tapered off. The floor was wet with slick, his cock red and dripping, the muscles of his abs fluttering.