Page 25 of Testing the Goalie

“I’m sorry… it just feels so good,” he whines.

“I know it does, and it’s going to feel even better, but only if you listen.”

Ben audibly huffs out a breath through his nose but stops wiggling like the good boy he is.

“Do you need to stop?” I check, making sure I’m not pushing him too far past his comfort zone.

“No, Daddy, please don’t stop,” he begs, easing the worry forming in my chest. Ben is still a newbie, and it’s my job to protect him. I would hate myself if I pushed him too far because I was wrapped up in my own desire.

I give his ass a couple of quick and slightly harder smacks once he’s stilled, then reach between his legs to play with his balls. The needy mewl that leaves his lips causes my cock to throb.

Ben’s body presses down on my aching cock, keeping it trapped against the fabric of my underwear. I hate that I can’t feel more of Ben’s skin against it. As much as I’m desperate to rid myself of these stupid clothes, I refuse to focus on my own needs. I’m not a selfish Dom, and only when Ben’s ass is the perfect shade of red will I allow myself to focus on my desires. This moment is about my boy, not me.

With a firm hand, I continue to spank Ben over and over again, keeping a close eye on the boy across my lap, being as attentive as possible.

Time blurs as my palm lands on his ass repeatedly. Eventually, his ass is nice and red, and I decide it’s time to change locations.

“Go to my room and lay down on my bed,” I command, helping Ben to stand.

He quickly obeys, and I follow at a much slower pace.

When I enter my room, Ben is exactly where I told him to be, and I smile, beginning to undress. While I strip out of my clothes, I contemplate spanking Ben more or just fucking him.

I love turning his ass the brightest shade of red, and I’m aware he needs more than what I’ve already given him. Not to mention, my cock is desperate for some attention. I decide to give us both what we need and climb onto the bed, sitting up against the headboard, my cock hard and standing straight up.

“Come over here,” I say with a tilt of my head. “Lay face down with your head and shoulders resting on my lap. I’m going to continue to spank your ass, but you’re going to bury my cock in your pretty little throat at the same time…” I pause and pay close attention to Ben’s reaction, making sure I don’t see any hint of hesitation.

He lets out a noise that is somewhere between a moan and a whimper, quickly scrambling into position, clearly not opposed to my command at all. He’s about to take me into his mouth, but before he does, I stop him by putting my finger under his chin and raising his face, silently urging him to look into my eyes.

“I’m going to tell you exactly what I want and don’t want. What I don’t want is for you to bob up and down or suck on it. I’m not looking to come in your mouth tonight. What I want is for your mouth and throat to be all warm and wet around my entire shaft. I want the head of my cock buried so deep that each time I spank your ass, your throat reflexively tightens around it.”

Ben’s eyes sparkle with the fire of his desire. He licks his lips and squirms, rubbing his cock against the bed. Good, my pretty boy is just as excited by this as I am.

“I want the only squeezing to come from your body’s reaction to my hand connecting with your ass. Come up for air between strikes whenever you need to breathe, but at no time is my cock to leave your mouth unless it becomes too much. If that happens, I want you to release me and tell me what you’re feeling. Do you understand?” I don’t want to pull him from the headspace he’s currently in, but I also need him to know that he can stop if he needs to.

Ben clears his throat, answering, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy,” I praise him then dip my chin, silently signaling him to do as he was told. His head immediately positions directly above my hard length, then he opens wide and lowers himself down. At first, it’s only the heat of his breath ghosting over my cock. Then my tip hits the back of his throat, where it’s warm and slick. I desperately want to thrust up and lodge my cock where I want it, but instead, I refrain, reaching to caress my hand over his firm ass, giving it a tight squeeze.

Ben’s lips and mouth lightly surround my length, enveloping most of my shaft in damp warmth. It’s good, but still not enough. My boy can do better. I raise my hand and quickly rain down two smacks, one to each cheek. The surprise makes his body jump forward a bit, pushing his mouth down a few more centimeters.

“Come on now, I know you can do better. Take more. Take more of me and get your Daddy’s cock down your throat.”

With my encouragement, he does exactly that. My cock head slides and wedges farther in as his lips surround my base, pressing against my pelvis. It’s fucking exquisite.

“Mmm… fuck… yesss,” I let out with a sigh. “You are such a good boy! You’re taking your Daddy’s dick in your mouth just right,” I praise him for doing exactly what I wanted.

“Now to give us both what we want.”

I raise my hand and begin laying down smack after smack, spanking in a rhythmic pattern. Ben quickly grasps the sequence, timing his breaths to land in between as needed. My strikes move between sides, landing spread out to cover the entirety of each cheek.

Time loses meaning as we get lost in our feelings and how in sync and connected we are in this moment. It’s surreal—better than anything I have ever experienced or imagined.

His tight throat massages and squeezes my cock each time my hand lands on him. A layer of his spit coats my shaft and continues to run down, spreading over my pelvis. Gathering that slickness from my body and what’s still on his lips, I coat two of my fingers. Then I reach between his ass cheeks, circling them around his treasure.

Not wasting any time, I push against his opening, humming in appreciation when both of my fingers slide in easily. “Damn, baby, your hole is begging to be filled.”

Ben squirms and wiggles his ass in eagerness, trying to take in more.

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