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DaddyJM: And I’ll tell you. Every time I find my release because of the memory of you, I’ll make sure you know just how hard you made me.

CJ1992: Fuck. That’s so hot.

DaddyJM: What time is it there, kitten?

CJ1992: Just after four.

DaddyJM: You need to get some rest.

CJ1992: I want to talk to you more.

DaddyJM: Later, then.

CJ1992: I’m not tired.

DaddyJM: Kitten…

CJ1992: I’m not!

DaddyJM: Daddy says it’s time to go to bed.

CJ1992: Fine.

DaddyJM: Have sweet dreams.

CJ1992: I’ll try.

DaddyJM: Do as you’re told, kitten. We’ll talk very soon.

DaddyJM has logged off.

Callum rolled over and plugged his phone in to charge, then fluffed his pillow and stared at the wall. It had only been a weekend since he’d made first contact with Jack, and he was already feeling attached—desperate even—for his attention. Callum thought about the fact that Jack wanted to buy him a computer, and he tried to come up with ways he could show his appreciation once it arrived.

Every idea involved a webcam and an orgasm—or two.

But it was ridiculous to think about things like that. Callum would be shocked if he actually received a package. He fully expected the “it must have gotten lost in the mail” runaround after the two day shipping period passed. Probably better for things to fizzle out early on as Callum could see himself getting easily attached to this online Daddy he’d found.

As though it agreed with him, his cock pulsed against his thigh, and he rolled over with a groan, trying to smother his growing erection into the sheets. He wanted to come, but he hadn’t been told he could. He already knew that his orgasms were better when Jack allowed them, so with one last pump of his hips against the mattress, Callum begrudgingly turned onto his back. He glared at the ceiling, his cock beating in time with his heart until the sunrise peeked into his window and he finally fell asleep.

II

May

4

Jack

“That’s a good kitten,”Jack rumbled. “Show Daddy how hard you are.”

Callum fucked his fist vigorously, lube spattering and flying out from the tunnel made by his hand.

“Daddy,” Callum grunted, his head thrown back in euphoria. He angled his cock toward the computer so Jack could see the swollen length of his dick as he jerked himself off.

“Use your words, kitten.”

“I wish your cock was inside me. I wish it was your dick,” Callum whined and stroked himself faster. Jack hit a button on his computer causing the vibrations of the plug that was lodged firmly in Callum’s ass to accelerate.

“I can fuck you from here,” Jack assured him.