Page 45 of Billion Dollar Love: Manlove Edition

“Be a good boy and ask me nicely.”

Carson closed his eyes, swaying slightly on his feet. He’d started this game, and now realized he’d lost control of it several days ago, the moment that Zach had realized Carson got off on Zach calling him diminutive pet names.

“Please, daddy,” he whispered. “Please may I come?”

Zach groaned, and Carson heard the rustling of clothes as he shifted his position on the other end of the line.

“You’re such a good boy. I’ll tell you what. You can come, but you can’t touch yourself. Only to hold yourself so that you won’t make a mess all over the place. Gotta keep your clothes clean, right?”

“Yes, daddy. Thank you, daddy.”

“Tell me what you’re doing, and let me know when you’re ready. Then I’ll reward my good boy and make you come, okay baby?”

Carson looked around and pulled a handful of paper towels out to line the sink, then stood with one hand aiming himself down in as he leaned forward to rest his head against the mirror. He described it all to Zach as he did so.

“God, I can just imagine you. What a sight that must be, you with your legs spread, bracing yourself against the wall because you’re so gone already. Take a picture. I want to see how hard you are.”

Carson complied without hesitation.

“Oh, my poor baby. No wonder you sound so wrecked. It’ll be okay. I’ll make you feel better.”

“Please, daddy,” he said, biting off a sob. The vibrator had been running, set at long, slow pulses with varying lengths of time between them, the entire time they’d been on the phone. The new position had the thickest part of the plug nestled firmly against his prostate.

“My sweet boy. It’s not going to take much, is it? Okay, baby. I’ve got you. Are you ready?”

Zach didn’t wait for his answer, and instead immediately changed the setting on the plug. The light vibration became a strong, powerful, jarring force inside him that Carson could swear was shaking his entire spine. He gasped, body trembling as the vibration didn’t let up but kept going, one long, continuous run of energy and some part of his brain wondered what kind of super-powered batteries ran this thing because he’d never felt such intense vibrations from a battery-powered toy, and then all thought blanked out as he came, phone clattering to the counter as he bit down on the fleshy pad of his palm to stifle his cries.

He heard Zach’s moan, heard the cry of “Fuck, yes,” as he came, too, and the knowledge drew one last shuddering spasm from him, one last surge as Carson came again weakly. He was about to beg for relief when the vibrations turned off. Carson grabbed his phone and hurriedly pressed it back to his ear, listening to Zach’s pants as he caught his breath.

“Thank you, daddy. Thank you,” he sighed breathlessly.

“Clean up and go back to work. Let me know when you’re on the way to my house. I’ll order some dinner.”

“Okay,” Carson agreed, happy to hear that his voice wasn’t shaking any longer.

“Oh, and Carson?”

“Yeah?”

“Leave the plug in. I’m going to fuck you senseless the second you’re in that door, and I want you ready for me.”

A strangled cry lodged itself in Carson’s throat, and he couldn’t think of a single snappy comeback before Zach ended the call.

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