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Nick knew he wasn’t really what dominants looked for in a submissive. He was built like a wrestler, despite never having entered a gym in his life, well over six feet tall and covered in thick muscle from a life of labor. His broad shoulders and huge stature only served to intimidate potential doms, and the ones that did give him a chance? They didn’t usually stick around for a second go. So Nick knew it had to be too good to be true when he met Dylan, a dom that seemed genuinely interested in getting to know Nick, and got to work breaking down Nick’s walls. Dylan was innately talented at making Nick feel small and safe in the way that he so craved. It was beyond perfect, everything Nick had ever dreamed of in a dom. But it was much harder to convince himself that a brute like him deserved such gentle treatment.
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“You’re so good, you’re being so good for me, sweetheart.” Dylan cooed.
Nick couldn’t stop his instinctive urge to protest. He wasn’t good, he didn’t deserve to be called sweetheart. He could feel his face start to heat up, and turned his head into his shoulder to hide the blush he knew was raging from his ears to his chest.
“No, no, baby, I want to see you,” and Nick could only obey as Dylan gently took hold of his chin and pushed his head until they were face to face. “There’s a good boy.”
“N-no,” Nick murmured, his face now burning with shame. “Please, I-I-”
“What is it, my sweet boy?” Dylan’s hand that wasn’t holding his jaw went up into his hair, stroking the locks gently. Without thinking, Nick began to lean into the soft touch, but pulled back with a jerk once he realized what he had been doing.
“Not good,” Nick’s throat barely able to choke out the words. “Please, don’t.”
Nick knew what he was doing. He was pushing someone he cared about away. Again. Why, why, whenever there was someone worth keeping in his life, Nick’s brain was hell-bent on making sure they left it as soon as possible? Dylan’s already been around you too long. His traitorous brain thought before Nick could stop it. He’ll see. He’ll know. It’s only a matter of time before he comes to his senses and realizes you’re not worth it. Nick bit back a whimper, god he was pathetic. Kneeling between the legs of the one man he cared about more than anything, and still thinking of how much better Dylan would be without him. And yet, Nick hadn’t chased him off yet. Either he was doing a terrible job, or Dylan was just extremely stubborn, with the patience of a saint. It seemed that the latter was more likely, as Dylan never once faltered from Nick’s side. Even now, Dylan was patiently waiting for Nick. Waiting for you to be done freaking out on him so that the sex can finally be over. Nick’s brain supplied.
“Oh, sweetie,” Dylan cooed, and, as gentle as ever, swiped his thumb across Nick’s cheek, smearing away a tear he hadn’t even realized was falling. “You are good, baby, you’re beautiful, you’re such a good boy for me, such a lovely boy.”
Hot tears began to drip more rapidly from Nick’s face, as he gasped out small, choked sobs. “P-please,” he didn’t even know what he was begging for, looking up through wet eyelashes at this… this angel above him. I don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve this. I’m bad, a terrible sub, Please-
Nick's train of thought was cut off suddenly, as Dylan leaned down, Nick’s face still held reverently in his warm hands. Slowly, as if handling an injured animal, Dylan pressed soft kisses onto Nick’s eyelids, his cheeks, his nose, and finally, laid a loving kiss onto Nick’s lips.
“My darling, my good boy, I would never lie to you. You are good, so good for me. You’re mine, my sweet boy. And I’ll tell you as many times as you need to hear it, sweetheart.” Dylan whispered, drying Nick’s tears. It seemed that finally, Nick’s brain had been silenced, the self hatred melting into only the need to obey, to prove that he was good enough for Dylan.
Slowly, he leaned forward, and met Dylan in the middle for another kiss, this one going much deeper than the previous. Nick could taste the salt of tears on his lips, and he was sure that Dylan could too, but it seemed to only rile him up further. He reached up to grip Nick’s hair with both hands now. Nick let out a small whimper as he could feel his cock twitch with interest again. It seemed that his body had remembered what they were originally doing, and had finally regained interest.
“‘Oh, does my good boy like that?” Dylan asked with a teasing smile. “Is my sweetheart getting excited?”
Nick whimpered again, as he leaned back. Still kneeling, he put his hands between his thighs, framing the obvious bulge straining in his underwear. Bashfully, Nick managed to look up at Dylan, he was going to be good, and that meant answering questions.
“Y-yes,” he breathed, his blush from earlier coming back with full force now.
“Ah, ah, yes what baby?” Dylan tutted, reaching a hand down to run his index finger over Nick’s bulge. Nick shivered as the barely-there touch, and his cock twitched with need.
“Ah! Yes! Yes, d-daddy!”
“Good boy, so obedient.” Dylan cooed again, now tracing his finger ever-so-slightly around the fabric covered head of Nick’s cock. It had begun to leak slightly, dampening the fabric, and making Nick whine louder, desperate for more stimulation. “I think my good boy deserves a reward, hmm? What do you think?”
Nick could barely answer through his panting breaths, hard as a rock and barely able to think of anything other than the maddeningly light touch of Dylan’s finger.
“I-, yes please, daddy, please, please!”
Dylan chuckled and withdrew his finger, and Nick moaned at the lack of contact. “Ok, sweetie, daddy’s going to give you your reward. Be a good boy now.”
Nick let out more needy whimpers as Dylan drew back, exposing the sight of his own hard on. How long had he been hard? Oh god, I’ve been denying him, getting so worked up. He’s probably aching from having to wait for me. I promised I would be good, I can be a good boy. I can take care of him, I need-
Once again, Nick’s thoughts were cut off at the sounds of Dylan’s voice.
“-eet boy, my sweet boy, are you listening?” Dylan had already unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and Nick hadn’t even noticed.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry daddy!” Nick scrambled to get closer, pushing between the 'v' of Dylan's warm thighs. Like a good boy, he kept his hands down on the floor, tantalizingly close to his hard cock. Nick gasped when a twitch made it brush against his wrist, and he desperately fought the urge to touch it. Good boys don’t touch, good boys wait for permission. Nick took a deep breath and leaned into Dylan’s cock, also still covered by his underwear. Nick almost started drooling, nuzzling his cheek against the bulge, feeling its heat, and how it twitched and jerked against his face. Slowly, he brought his teeth up to the elastic of the underwear, and pulled it down. Dylan’s cock sprung out, slapping Nick in the face on its way, and smacked against Dylan’s stomach, leaving a droplet of precum against his bare skin.
“Ohh~ baby, you’re doing so well. I’m so lucky to have my pretty boy, are you going to take care of daddy, gorgeous?” Dylan asked, his hands were back in Nick’s hair. Nick really did start to drool then, face to face with Dylan's cock, it wasn’t the longest, but it more than made up for that in thickness.
“Please, daddy, please, can I? I want to- I need to suck daddy’s cock, please,” Nick was begging, good boys beg, and looked up sweetly through his eyelashes.
“Go ahead, sweetie, you’ve earned it.”
Finally with permission, Nick took the head of Dylan’s cock between his lips, sucking reverently. He laved his tongue around it, digging into the slit, and pushing back his foreskin to reach the sensitive glans at the base of the cockhead. Above him, Dylan was moaning, his fingers tightened in Nick’s locks. Determined, Nick started to edge further and further down the shaft. He made sure to suck dutifully, swirling his tongue in the way he knew Dylan liked.
Dylan’s hips were shifting, making small aborted thrusts, when suddenly, as Nick was near the bottom, he felt his head pushed forward to swallow the last few inches. Nick choked and sputtered in shock, but kept sucking. Dylan was thrusting in earnest now, gripping Nick’s head forcefully as he fucked his cock into Nick’s throat over and over. Nick could only keep his head and neck limp, still sucking obediently, allowing Dylan to fuck him with abandon.
Above him, he could hear Dylan chanting, voice a deep growl, growing breathier with every second. “So good, made for this, huh? You just love sucking my cock don’t you? You’re so perfect, oh, my sweet boy, mine, my good boy. Ah, ah! Yesss, like that baby, you’re being such a good boy for me!”
Nick could have cried again with joy. There, letting Dylan fuck his face like he was nothing more than a fleshlight, cock hard and aching between his thighs, he felt on top of the world. He closed his eyes, content to be his daddy’s good boy.
Dylan fucked his cock in a little deeper, and Nick’s throat and mouth were just filled with drool and precum, some of it running down his chin, dripping onto his chest. Finally, after a few more thrusts, Dylan pushed his cock in as far as he could, pressing Nick’s face against his pubic bone with an iron grip. Nick dutifully swallowed around the thick shaft as cum shot down his throat. After what seemed like a lifetime, Dylan’s grip loosened, and Nick sputtered and coughed, still holding the head of Dylan's cock in between his lips.
“Oh, sweetie, you’re perfect,” Dylan was breathless, his fingers untangled themselves from Nick’s hair, and had gone back to gently petting. “You're so good to me. That’s why I’m so proud of you, you know? No matter what your brain tells you, or what anyone else ever says, you’re my good boy, ok? You’re always good, my little sweetheart.”
Nick was still whining, letting out rough little moans as he let Dylan’s soft cock fall from his lips with, pressing one last kiss to the head before Dylan tucked himself back into his underwear.
“Ok, sweetie, since you’ve been such a good boy, you have two options, ok? Option one, I'll let you cum with the fleshlight tonight, but you'll be going back in the cage for another week after. Or option two, I’ll let you fuck the fleshlight and you don’t get to cum tonight, but I’ll let you cum twice tomorrow? Huh, how does my precious boy like that?” Dylan’s hand had come back down to Nick’s cock, still ragingly hard, his underwear now soaked in precum, and stroked it gently, the same maddening touches as before.
“Hnnn, daddy!” Nick cried. Cumming right now was such a tempting option, but Nick knew what he wanted as soon as Dylan finished speaking. “Option two, please, daddy.”
“Oh, aren't you just such a good boy! Here, get up on the bed, take your underwear off and I’ll get your toy.” As Dylan got up, Nick rushed to obey, tossing his underwear on the floor, and laying back on the bed. His hard cock flopped onto his stomach, still dripping precum. Nick could only cry with the urge to just touch it and cum right now. But that’s not what you told daddy you would do. That’s what a bad boy would do. You have to stay good, be good for daddy.
Quickly, Dylan was back at Nick’s side, fleshlight in hand. It was one of their favorite toys, and Nick’s cock gave another valiant twitch as he remembered all the things they had done with it in the past.
“Please, daddy, please!”
“Alright, sweetheart, I know, you want your toy. You’ve earned it for being so good. My precious, pretty little boy.” Dylan cooed, and smooched Nick on the forehead before gently lowering the fleshlight onto Nick’s straining cock.
“Ahhh! D-daddy!” Nick’s arms shot up to grip Dylan's shoulders, and he squeezed his eyes shut. “Daddy o-ohh, it’s so good!”
Dylan chucked warmly, hooking one arm around Nick’s neck to hold him close, his other hand moved the soft, squishy silicone further and further down Nick’s cock. He relished every little cry and moan Nick let spill from his lips, and thought that he had never looked more beautiful. He moved his hand nice and slow, so as to not accidentally overstimulate Nick. For a long time the only sounds in the bedroom were the squelching of the fleshlight on Nick’s cock, and Nick’s moans and sweet little whimpers, begging for the release he knew he wasn't getting.
After a good while of Dylan slowly and ever so gently guiding the fleshlight up and down Nick’s poor desperate cock, he slowed his movements down even further, eventually leaving it to rest against Nick's pubic bone. His entire cock was encased in the soft silicone, thrumming with blood, and absolutely screamingly desperate for release.
“Ok, sweetie, that’s enough.” Dylan said, letting go of the fleshlight as he brought his hand up to brush the hair from Nick’s forehead.
“Nnnn! Daddy! P-please! Let me cum daddy please, please!” Nick cried out, completely forgetting the choice he made, mind only focused on his burning hot cock, still twitching in its silicone prison.
“Ah, ah, be a good boy, you know you don’t get to cum tonight. Now let’s get my sweet boy cleaned up, I’ll be right back, ok, darling?” Dylan chastised him softly, getting off of the bed. Nick whimpered at the loss, but thankfully didn’t have to wait too long, as Dylan quickly returned with a warm washcloth. Reverently, he wiped the drool and cum from Dylan’s chin and chest, the precum from his belly, and the sweat from his skin, careful not to touch the fleshlight that held Nick’s precious straining cock.
When he was done, Dylan finally settled next to Nick, pushing him gently, so that he was spooning his gently shaking partner from behind. Dylan sighed contentedly, and checked to make sure the fleshlight had not slipped out of position.
“You were so good for me Nicky. I love you, my precious boy,” Dylan whispered, pressing soft kisses to Nick’s nape and behind his ear.
“T-thank you daddy, you’re so good to me,” Nick choked out. Despite his need, the small, aborted thrusts of his hips, and the desperate yearning for release, Nick was simply overjoyed. He couldn’t believe he had found someone so perfect, who waited for him with undying patience, and tended to him so sweetly.
In the gentle dark, Dylan drifted quickly off to sleep, and in his arms, Nick was still twitching needfully, rubbing his cock against the walls of the fleshlight, never quite fully fucking in like he so badly wanted to. He knew he would have to remain like this until morning, so Nick closed his eyes, and tried to sleep, needy whines falling unbidden from his lips. You can do this, be a good boy and don’t cum. You can be a good boy for daddy.