Page 55 of In the Name of the Father

“My baby likes that.” Daddy kneeled on the cushioned bathmat next to the tub. “Let Daddy wash you up, so you’ll be ready to get shaved nice and smooth.”

“Are you going to get in the bath with me?”

Daddy picked up a shower puff, then squeezed some soap onto it. “Not this time. I have a job to do.”

He rubbed the puff in circles over Seth’s body then scrubbed under his arms. Seth let out a giggle before he could stop himself. Daddy smiled as he continued to wash him.

“I love it that you’re so ticklish. So many possibilities there.”

As was usually the case, Daddy was making his dick plump right up.

Daddy pressed a kiss to Seth’s shoulder then squeezed out the puff. “All right. Time to turn over.”

Seth swallowed hard then did as he was told. He knew the routine, and he hadn’t been fibbing when he’d told Daddy how good it felt when Daddy touched his hole. The sensation was so different from what had happened with the enema. He’d need to make that very clear to Daddy, so he wouldn’t stop doing it.

And so he’ll still want to make love to me.

Daddy parted his cheeks then dragged the soft material up and down his crease. The way the cloth barely skimmed his sensitive hole with each pass only made him harder, his shaft bobbing and twitching, aching for some friction and relief. He still couldn’t imagine what it would be like when the cage was on. But that thought did nothing not to ease his discomfort. The idea of Daddy owning his cock, his orgasms, made his predicament even worse.

The puff dipped lower and Daddy slid it over his balls and in the creases between his thighs. Seth’s mind drifted. The buoyancy from the water and the soothing intimate caress combined to send him into a sort of trance, a weightless moment of peace.

Seth’s eyes flew open at the touch of something else against his opening.

Is that…?

He choked and sputtered, and Daddy curled one arm around his throat to help support his head so he wouldn’t breathe in the water again.

“Easy, baby. Can you take some more?”

Seth clutched Daddy’s arm. “Oh, yes. More.”

He wasn’t sure how coherent he was, but hewassure he wanted Daddy to keep licking his hole.

“What a good boy.” Daddy encouraged him to sit up, which was confusing considering what Daddy had been about to do. “All right, climb out then kneel on the mat.” Daddy helped him from the tub. “That’s right. Now take this, bend over and place it under you as a cushion.”

Seth accepted the blow up, vinyl pillow Daddy had given him to use when he relaxed in the tub then set it on the ledge that surrounded the jacuzzi. He folded his arms around it, laying down his head and closing his eyes while Daddy dried him off.

Once again, Daddy parted his cheeks. However, this time he didn’t go slow or tease. Daddy grabbed his hips, holding him fast then dove in, licking and tasting, prodding at his rim, hinting that he might push his way in, then retreating. Daddy nibbled all around his hole, then hardened the tip of his tongue just enough that the pressure popped the end inside.

Okay. This is okay.

Daddy wiggled his tongue at the very entrance, and while Seth knew he’d barely been spread open, the sensation washuge. He gritted his teeth against the onslaught of pleasure, marveled at how something so decadent could also be so magical. Yet, what was even more remarkable, was how he wished Daddy would keep going.

All the way in.

Daddy’s tongue, his fingers…

His cock.Please Daddy.

As if Daddy had heard his silent begging, he used his tongue to pierce him deeper. Seth pushed back to impale himself as much as he could on Daddy’s tongue, until Daddy’s face and nose was buried in his ass. It was if he was a shameless, wanton creature—like one of the wicked whores of Babylon and he almost laughed out loud at the comparison.

“More, Daddy. I want more.”

Maybe hewaswicked, but he wasn’t a whore and he wasn’t evil. He was a man in love with a man who cared about him and his wellbeing, who had saved him in ways that those who’d hurt him would never understand.

Daddy thrust his talented tongue in and out of Seth’s hole, moaning as loudly as Seth whimpered in return. Together, they’d established a rhythm, Seth’s hips sawing back and forth, seeking, needing release but not wanting Daddy to stop making love—fucking—his ass.

Seth cried out as Daddy fisted his cock, tugging on it harshly while still stabbing his tongue in and out of Seth’s hole. Seth’s balls drew up and a tingling built at the base of his spine.

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