Page 38 of Lost Boy

Byron alternated with his smacks. They weren’t hard, they stung before turning into a warmth spreading. Mitch’s cock was fully erect now.

A floaty and cloudy whiteness filled his head.

There was nothing he needed to do but lie there and take his morning spanking. Mitch breathed out and moaned at the next smack.

He had no idea how long Byron spanked him or how he got two slick fingers inside his hole.

As Byron called his name Mitch found himself pushing back onto Byron’s fingers. Byron brushed over his prostate and Mitch cried out.

“There you are,” Byron said softly. “Back with me. You were so gorgeous giving into your Daddy and letting go. I’m so proud of you.”

Mitch whined as he tried to get stimulation of his cock. He needed to come. He needed to!

Byron wrapped his free hand around Mitch’s cock. “Is this what you need boy?”

Mitch nodded as he lifted his hips and threw himself back on Byron’s fingers. Byron opened up his fingers making Mitch’s hole stretch and he stroked Mitch faster.

“Please Daddy, make me come!” Mitch begged.

“You can come anytime,” Byron told him.

Mitch rocked between the fingers stretching his ass and the hand tightly wrapped around his cock. When he came it was with a soft gasp. He didn’t have any more energy.

He laid back down across Byron’s lap as his Daddy removed his fingers.

“Stay here until I have the bath ready for you,” Byron told him. Byron slipped out from under him stopping only long enough to kiss Mitch’s forehead.

Mitch dozed until Byron was lifting him up. Mitch wrapped his arms and legs around Byron as he was carried into the bedroom. Mitch wasn’t a small man. Bigger than both Avery and Caleb. He’d seen both the other boys being carried around by their Daddies but he’d never expected Byron would do the same.

It was nice that Byron could lug him around though. Mitch didn’t think he could move otherwise. Everything was just so unimportant.

Byron leaned down and set him down set him in the half-filled tub. Mitch hissed as the hot water touched his ass.

“It’s okay,” Byron brushed his hands over Mitch’s hair.

It was better than okay. Everything was perfect.

Byron crouched next to the tub as Mitch leaned back. The water continued to fill the tub and bubbles brushed over his chin.

“I didn’t expect you to go so deep,” Byron murmured.

Mitch peered up at him.

“Subspace,” Byron said. “I wasn’t expecting it.”

He nodded. Mitch had heard about subspace. If this floating out of body feeling was it than Mitch wanted to feel it again.

Byron started to wash his hair. His hands gentle and coaxing. Mitch let his body be moved and positioned as Byron wanted. His entire body was washed, even his hole, and cock.

By the time he was standing on the bathmat being dried off Mitch was feeling much more like himself. He smiled down at Byron where Byron was drying his foot.

Byron looked up and laughed. “How do you feel?”

“I feel good,” Mitch said.

“Good. Are you hungry?”

“Starving,” Mitch admitted. He didn’t usually have breakfast. A couple of cups of coffee got him until lunch. Which he sometimes skipped as well. But that morning Mitch was hungry.

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