Page 24 of Testing the Goalie

“Take off all your clothes and kneel by the kitchen table,” I instruct.

Ben holds eye contact with me for a beat longer than I expected. Is he going to say no? I told him he could if things were too much for him.

“You can say no,” I remind him. “But I really think you’ll love what I have in mind if you give it a try. You can always change your mind if you find it’s not for you.

Ben stays frozen for another couple of seconds, then he purses his lips and heads to the kitchen, following my orders like the good boy he is.

A giant smile breaks across my face once his back is toward me. I know this is all new to him, but I’m beyond proud that he’s open to trying. Teasing him while I eat my dinner is going to be so much fun.

I give Ben a few minutes alone before following him into the kitchen. My cock twitches when I find him exactly where I told him to be. His thick and hard shaft points proudly up. I lick my lips, turning away from him and toward my refrigerator.

“I didn’t have time to eat before you came over,” I explain, opening the door to retrieve a container of leftovers. I place it in the microwave and then return my attention to Ben. “Your punishment will be having to wait until I finish my dinner. You are not allowed to touch me or yourself, but I can touch you. If you’re a good boy, I’ll bend you over my lap and spank you like you desperately want me to. Remember, you are not allowed to come until I tell you. If you do, I won’t spank you. If it becomes too much, tell me, and we’ll stop. I won’t be mad, I promise. I always want you to be comfortable with whatever we do. Even if you call things off, we can still have sex if that’s what you want, but the spanking will have to wait for another day. Do you understand?”

Ben is panting a little, and his cock is already leaking from my words. “Yes, Daddy,” he responds, licking his lips.

I adjust myself in my pants and nod, turning my back to him again and focusing on the microwave for a few seconds. While the food is warming, I grab two kitchen towels, fold them a little smaller, and then bring them over to where Ben is patiently waiting for me.

The hardwood of my kitchen flooring will be killer on his knees if I take too long. This isn’t a true punishment, so I want him to be more comfortable. He whispers a thank you when I place the towels under his knees and kiss his forehead before returning to the microwave.

Once my dinner is ready, I take it to the table, sitting as close to Ben as possible. I run my fingers over his pec and smirk at the way he shivers. “Such a good boy,” I whisper.

I eat, keeping my focus on teasing the sweet, needy boy kneeling at my feet. I start with caresses of his upper body, trailing my fingers over his sensitive nipples, chest, and shoulders. His body shivers with desire at every touch, causing my cock to strain against the restraints of my clothing. When I’m about halfway through my meal, I decide to take things to another level by taking my socks off and running my foot up his thigh. Then, with the slightest amount of pressure, barely a caress, I graze it over his cock, making him whimper. The sound shoots directly to my dick, and I have to adjust myself again. When I pull my foot away, Ben thrusts his hips forward, chasing my touch.

I raise a brow and click my tongue at him. “Stay still, sweet boy, or you won’t receive what you desperately desire,” I remind him.

He pouts but whispers, “Sorry, Daddy.”

“That’s okay,” I assure him. “It’s hard to stay still sometimes, but I’m positive you can be a good boy.”

His smile at my words of praise lets me know he’s enjoying this moment, even if it is torturous at times.

Ben’s needy moans increase as I caress his shaft again, this time applying more pressure. His breathing is rapid, making it hard to focus on eating.

“You’re such a needy boy, aren’t you?” I question, without removing my foot from his cock. With decent pressure, I slide my foot up and down his length, paying close attention to the way his body shakes with desire.

Ben doesn’t respond to my question—not that I need a verbal answer to know the truth, although he still should answer every question I ask, but I’ll let it go this time —he’s too lost in the sensation he’s experiencing to form words.

While I eat my dinner, I pay close attention to Ben, and every time he’s about to lose control, I pull my foot back, edging my sweet boy until he’s a whimpering mess and crying out with his objection every time I stop touching him.

“I could continue edging you, or I could spank your ass then fuck you so hard you forget your name,” I supply.

His lips part with a pant. “The second one, please, Daddy.”

I chuckle. “That’s what I thought.” I push my chair back and pat my lap. “Lay across my knees, put your hands on the floor, and stay still,” I instruct.

It’s comical how quickly he obeys, almost throwing himself over my lap. With a gentle hand, I rub his bubble butt, and it’s evident how much he desires and needs someone to take control, grab the reins, and give him time to shut off his brain so he only has to worry about obeying his Daddy. I’m the luckiest man alive to be able to be that for him, even if it’s only a few shared experiences here and there.

“How many spankings do you think you deserve tonight?” I question, continuing to massage the strong muscles of his ass.

“However many you think I need,” he responds, his voice already laced in a dreamy tone.

“We’ll go until your ass is a nice bright shade of red,” I tell him.

When I bring my hand down firmly on his left cheek, he lets out a breathy moan, causing the corners of my lips to curl upward as I rub the sting away. If just one smack has him moaning, what is he going to be like after I’ve teased and spanked him until his ass is warm to the touch?

I land another smack on his other cheek, keeping my hand on his skin to let the full impact of the strike sink into his tissue. Much like a golf swing needs the follow-through, a good spank needs that too. I start off firm but not overly hard. I want to warm him up before building the intensity. My favorite part of impact play, especially for pleasure, is the gradual buildup. By the time I’m done with his spanking, I hope he’ll have let himself go and gotten the stress relief he needs. I want him to beg for more and a release at the same time. My cock hardens from the thought of how desperate he’ll be. His sexy moans and mewls as I spank him have it raging uncomfortably against the confines of my pants.

I land a few more light blows, then trail my finger between his ass cheeks, circling my finger over his pucker. A chuckle escapes past my lips when he wiggles, clearly wanting more than the light pressure I’m applying. “Are you supposed to be moving right now?” I check with a smirk, even though my boy can’t see it.

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