Page 37 of A Stable Daddy

Slicking up my cock, I slowly push inside him, groaning at how tight he is. I’m almost afraid that he’s too tight and too tense, but after a moment, he relaxes a fraction and it’s enough for me to continue.

He’s panting against the intrusion, his eyes clenched shut and his chest rising and falling rapidly. Once I’m all the way in, I check in.

“Colour?”

“G-green. Fuck, you feel huge. But d-definitely —nnngh— green. Now move.” He hisses in a breath. “Please.”

I rock back and forth in short, almost agonizingly slow moments. He’s gripping my cock like a silken vise, and if I’m not careful I’m going to come before we’ve even started.

Eventually, we hit a steady rhythm, and his whines move from pained to pleasured.

Distracting myself from my impending orgasm, I brace my body over his on my left arm and reach for his throat with my right, resting my hand gently around it. Just touching, not evenholding on. His eyes fly open and lock with mine, and I note that the grey tint in them is more pronounced and stormier than usual, his pupils blown wide with lust.

“Colour?” I ask softly.

“Green, Daddy,” he whispers back. “Do it. Choke me.”

“Hand over mine, honey. That’s it,” I add as he does as he’s told. “Good boy.”

Still staring into my eyes, he starts to squeeze my hand with his, guiding me to apply pressure to the sides of his throat. It’s still not enough to impede his breathing or blood flow, but his eyes seem to get darker with desire anyway.

“Colour?”

“Green.”

He squeezes my hand more firmly, and I tighten my hold on his neck. This time, his breathing hitches into a raspy little gasp, and his eyes flutter shut. Still rolling my hips, I keep my hold for a couple of extended seconds before easing up, and he whines.

“More,” Ryan urges, “harder.”

“The fucking or the choking?”

“Both!” He arches his back, “Please, Daddy?” He tries to clamp down around my hand, and I shake my head.

“Tsk-tsk,” I chide, teasing him with the slow drag of my cock in and out of him, “we’re takin’ this slowly, darlin’.”

He huffs but doesn’t argue. He’s too submissive and nowhere near bratty enough to literally force my hand. Instead, he whines again. “Please?”

Damn it, but I’m gonna fall for that pretty pleading every single time.

I thrust into him with more intensity, delighting in the much louder gasp the action forces out of him. Then I squeeze the sides of his neck again, careful not to put any pressure on his trachea, applying a bit more force than last time as I thrust back into himagain and again. I manage three quick, hard slams of my hips before I release my hold again.

“Colour?” I pant.

“Green. So…oh, fuck…so much green.” His voice has taken on a bit of a rasp, and the sound of it travels from my ears and to my cock.

I choke him some more, loving the feeling of his hand applying tight pressure over the top of my own, and the incredibly tight grip his clenching ass has on my dick. Ryan’s face is flushing from the restricted air and blood flow, and potentially also from his arousal. Easing up my hold again, his eyes roll back with pleasure and he moans.

Bingo.

We’ve found the sweet spot for him, where the dopamine and serotonin have begun to do their thing.

“More,” he encourages.

I squeeze the sides of his throat with a similar amount of pressure as before, slamming my cock inside him once, twice, three times. After checking in once more, we do it all over again. And again. And again.

He’s starting to make sharp, gasping sounds as I fuck him, unable to take in enough breath to properly let them out. It’s hot as fuck, as is the purplish tint to his face. He’s sweaty and crying and thoroughly wrecked, and when I release my latest hold from around his throat, he arches off the mattress with a choked cry. I’m barely cognizant of the fact that he’s coming all over my abs and his own belly because I’m coming, too, my cock unable to take the even tighter clenching of his ass as his body tenses during orgasm.

His hand slips from mine, his entire body lax beneath me. Ryan’s eyes are glazed over in the familiar way which suggests he’s hit subspace. I withdraw from him carefully and spread outbeside him, cuddling him to me, heedless of the mess of cum and sweat between us.

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