Charlie's Addiction

Please read all the tags closely. This story is fucked up, and only certain people with certain depravities and kinks will enjoy it, probably. Hateful or kinkshaming comments will be deleted. I write a lot hyperspermia/cum kink in my other fandom but thought recently it'd be hot for this pair too.
I suspect the chapter count will be 8 in total but I’m open to writing more if the feedback is good.

Chapter 1: A Well-Executed Plan

Chapter Text

Charlie Spring is eighteen years old, and a virgin. He sincerely hopes that’s about to change, though.

He’s had his eye on his new neighbor from across the street for quite some time, ever since he moved in to the apartment building there a few months ago. Initially, he assumed the man was straight, just from the way he dressed, and held himself, and how he returned home every Thursday in a rugby union uniform, tossing a ball into the air, tucking it under his arm as he rustled around for his keys before heading inside.

Charlie sees the man bring home two dates, both girls. Then, a week later, he sees that he brings home a boy. A boy! Thank fuck for that. And he’s a twink, too. Absolutely excellent. It gives Charlie a surge of confidence.

He goes through with it, with his plan — he sets up a Grindr profile, showing only body shots for now, and sets his distance limit to the immediate vicinity.

It only takes another day for the two to match.

The man’s name is Nick. He’s 23. He looks older; Charlie assumed he was older. He doesn’t care. Nick could be 40 for all he cares. Charlie loves older men.

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Charlie: hey handsome

Nick: hi

Charlie: just hi?

Nick: got to start somewhere

Nick: surely you already know how cute you are

Charlie: doesn’t mean I don’t like hearing it

Nick: what would you like to do, cute boy?

Charlie: not sure

Charlie: something fun

Nick: do you know what I want to do?

Charlie: no. tell me

Nick: you really want to know?

Charlie: yes!!!

Nick: I want to bend you over the side of my bed and pound your sweet little ass so hard

Charlie: that sounds so hot

Charlie: tell me more

Nick: I want to fuck your pretty pink mouth. slam my cock down your tight throat. then push your lips down to the root of my big cock as I blow a fat load of cum straight into your stomach

Charlie: fuck

Charlie: I would love that

Charlie: you really got that big of a cock?

Nick: only one way to find out

Charlie: come on. show me!

Nick: I’ll show you if you show me yours first

—

Charlie selects a photo he already had ready to go in his secret folder. It’s only from the neck down in case this Nick guy doxxes him.

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Nick: fucking gorgeous

Nick: would rail the fuck out of you

Nick: your profile pics were stunning but tbh you couldn’t really see you. only glimpses

Nick: you look exactly like my crush

Nick: same perfect tiny body for me to manhandle

Charlie: you have a crush?

Nick: yeah. but we’ve never spoken

Nick: I’m pretty sure he’s way younger than me

Nick: and I don’t want to be a sleaze and approach him out of the blue you know

Charlie: enough of that

Charlie: I don’t want to talk about other guys

Charlie: now you

Charlie: send me a pic of your fat cock

—

Nick doesn’t send a photo right away, which makes Charlie think he’s taking it from live. The thought that Nick already had an erection or is presently pumping himself up so that he gets one in order to take a photo of it to send to Charlie gets Charlie extremely hot and his own stiff cock, which had already been throbbing, starts to leak.

Half a minute later Charlie gets a pic of Nick’s fat, thick, hard cock on his hand. Charlie has already seen Nick in the flesh and knows how big he is. He’s also made a point of looking at Nick’s hands too, which are also massive. The cock he’s holding up, stiff and proud and flared purple at the head with a fat glob of creamy precum, is absolutely huge, standing out from a bush of auburn hair. His balls are fucking enormous also; just two swollen grapefruits swinging underneath the rod of cock.

How can it be so big? How can he even play rugby union with that thing? Surely it gets in the way. Charlie worries a little that it’s not even going to fit in his mouth. It’s just too big. At least not without scraping it with his teeth. Probably. He’s going to have have to jerk the rest of the cock with both hands.

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Nick: think you can take it?

Charlie: maybe

—

Charlie can’t, in fact, take it. Or maybe he can. Nick will stretch Charlie’s ass something fierce if he managed to get it in. If he managed to get it in.

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Nick: want to try?

Charlie: yes

Charlie: I’d love to take your cock. feel it slam all the way into my tight ass

Nick: same

Nick: there’s something I should warn you about though

Charlie: what?

Nick: I have a health condition

Nick: it’s called hyperspermia

Nick: I need to drain my balls around 4—5 times per day usually, or else I get really sore and tender down there

Nick: and each time I cum, it’s like, enough to fill a glass or more

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Fuck.

Charlie has always had a massive cum fetish. His mouth starts to water.

But he’s never heard of hyperspermia and wonders if Nick is bullshitting.

So he quickly googles it.

Seems legit, though not all medical practitioners are in agreement it’s an actual medical condition.

"Hyperspermia is a rare condition characterized by the production of an abnormally large volume of semen during ejaculation."

"If a person produces a large volume of semen and doesn’t ejaculate regularly, they may experience:

Pelvic or testicular discomfort ("blue balls"), due to prolonged arousal or semen build-up.
A sense of pressure or fullness in the testicles."

"If someone is experiencing discomfort, regular ejaculation may help relieve pressure."

"In most cases, hyperspermia exists without any visible difference in genital size but there are some reported instances of this."

"Some people with hyperspermia may have higher sex drives than others. This is because it often co-occurs with high testosterone levels. For many, it creates a pysiological feedback loop: high volume ejaculation often feels more intense, satisfying, and rewarding, therefore reinforcing the desire for frequent release."

"People with hyperspermia have high semen output per ejaculation, and if paired with a high libido or short refractory period, they may be able to go multiple rounds."

"The association of high semen volume with virility or masculinity might, for some, erotically tie into "breeding" fantasies or desires."

"For the sexual partner of a person with hyperspermia, the following impacts may be felt:

A larger volume of sperm during orgasm will be particularly noticeable during internal ejaculation, leading to a feeling of fullness or warmth; some may feel sensually charged in being dripping or coated
For some partners, a large release is erotically charged — especially in kink dynamics that emphasize dominance, submission, degradation, service, ownership, or breeding. More semen means more mess, which is often a core part of cum kink or cumdump kink. The act of being filled until it leaks out, pools, or drips can be immensely validating to someone with this kink, as desiring to be an object or vessel of another’s release.
Sometimes the sperm is described as as silky or easier to feel dripping or pooling, which can enhance certain erotic sensations, especially post-ejaculation
Because of the large volume, the semen is typically more diluted, and the smell may be milder or less pungent — perceived as more pleasant or neutral by some partners."

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Charlie: that sounds incredible

Nick: really? you sure?

Nick: it can be a lot for some people

Charlie: I want it

Charlie: I want you, Daddy

Charlie: I’m aching for Daddy’s cock right now

Charlie: for all your delicious cum

Charlie: I want you to blow a fat load in me

—

Charlie has been jerking himself like crazy sending these texts. He has no idea if Nick is into Daddy kink but he doesn’t really care just yet, even just typing that out got him spurting out precum and once he’s hit send, it’s too late for regrets or second thoughts, and his orgasm washes over with a sensation that he hasn’t felt in months, or maybe ever. It leaves him breathless for a second and then heavily panting.

—

Nick: fuck you’re so filthy

Nick: so pretty for your Daddy

—

Winner, winner, chicken dinner. We have a Daddy.

—

Nick: how do you want to do this?

Nick: I have my own place. you could come round

Charlie: yes please

Nick: hang on, I’ll send you my address

Charlie: no need

Charlie: I sort of already know where you live

Nick: ?

Charlie: you sort of live across the street from me...

Nick: really??

Charlie: yeah...

Nick: you’re not...hang on

Nick: if you want, send me a pic of your pretty face?

Charlie: promise you won’t share it anywhere?

Nick: I would never, ever do something like that

—

Charlie hesitates for just a moment. He shares what he thinks is the best selfie he has in his private folder and holds his breath.

—

Nick: fuck

Charlie: am I okay?

Nick: baby you’re more than okay

Nick: you’re my crush!

Charlie: ???????

Nick: when you said you live across the road from me

Nick: I almost fucking fainted

Nick: cause my crush (you) lives across the street from ME

Nick: I moved my desk to my front window, just so I could catch a sight of you every day coming home from the bus stop or going on your jog

Nick: how old are you??? I thought you were like 16??

Charlie: omg no way

Charlie: that’s amazing!

—

Charlie doesn’t want to mention he specifically set up a Grindr profile just to get to Nick. He’s this close to getting that cum inside him, he doesn’t want to mess it up now. He can’t believe Nick has even ever noticed him and he’s giddy with happiness and relief.

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Charlie: do you want my real age or what I put on my Grindr profile

Nick: real age

Charlie: don’t judge me

Nick: never

Charlie: I just turned 18

Nick: fuck

Charlie: you sound glad I’m legal

Nick: makes me feel somewhat better about all the times I’ve jerked off to thoughts of you, yeah

Charlie: you’ve done that? (angel face emoji)

Nick: so many times I’ve lost count

Nick: you’re so cute baby

Charlie: yeah?

Nick: yeah

Nick: Daddy will take such good care of you

Charlie: fuck

Nick: you gonna let me?

Charlie: yes please

Nick: come over to my place now. buzz number 8.

Charlie: now?

Nick: yeah, if you want

Charlie: I just...I sort of just jacked off

Nick: that’s ok baby (fucking hot actually)

Nick: your Daddy still needs to cum though

Nick: you could come over and help me out with that?

Charlie: ok Daddy

Charlie: let me shower and come over

Charlie: don’t cum until you can feed it to me

Nick: never

Nick: I’ll save it for you

Charlie: there is just one more thing I should mention

Nick: yeah?

Charlie: I’m a virgin

Nick: fuck

Nick: how virgin are we talking here?

Charlie: never done anything with anyone

Nick: you haven’t done a single thing, baby?

Charlie: no. sorry

Nick: fuck, don’t say sorry

Nick: this is the hottest fucking thing that’s ever happened to me

Nick: Daddy will treat you so good baby

Nick: never would have believed you’d be such a good and precious boy to have saved yourself for Daddy

Nick: I’ll stretch you open nice and slow

Nick: stuff that pretty mouth and teach you just how Daddy likes it

Nick: fill you so deep you’ll be dripping for fucking days

Nick: I’ll make you so addicted to me

Nick: my treasure. my little virgin, all mine now

Nick: nobody else ever gets to touch you. ever. you hear me?

Charlie: yes. nobody. just you Daddy

Charlie: be there in 15 minutes

—

Charlie showers, cleaning himself all over. When he gets out of the shower, there’s more messages waiting for him.

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Nick: I just can’t believe it

Nick: you’re too good to be true

Nick: you’re saying you’re going to be all mine?

Nick: never even had a cock in your pretty hand?

Nick: never even been on your knees for anyone?

Charlie: no, Daddy

Nick: you promise?

Charlie: I promise

Nick: fuck

Nick: no one’s touched you. no one’s tasted you

Nick: no one’s heard the sounds you’re going to make for me tonight

Nick: you’re going to give it all to me

Nick: my cum is going to slide down that perfect throat and mark you where you’ve never been marked

Nick: fuck baby, I’m gonna make you cry on it

Nick: stretch you so good you’ll feel it for days

Nick: you’ll come on Daddy’s fat cock and beg me for it again

Nick: and I’ll watch you gasp as take your first cock inside you

Nick: I’ll come inside you until you’re absolutely drenched, soaking with it from your belly

Nick: you want me to ruin your innocence?

Charlie: yes, Daddy. I want you to ruin me, Daddy

Nick: fuck

Nick: good boy

Nick: you have no idea what you’re walking into, baby

Nick: you’re gonna take the first load and think that’s it

Nick: and then I’m gonna flip you over and give you five more

Nick: thick, messy, endless

Nick: I don’t just come once. never do

Nick: you’re gonna feel it leaking out of you for hours

Nick: every time you move, you'll feel it spill down your thighs

Nick: you’ll get addicted to the feeling of being so full of my cum you can’t hold it all

Nick: Daddy’s going to stuff you past your limit and then keep going

Nick: I want it running out of you and onto the sheets while you beg me not to stop

Nick: you’re never going to want to be fucked by anyone else

Nick: no one else will fuck you this deep

Nick: no one else will ever flood you like I can, baby

Nick: you want Daddy to blow his first load in your throat or in your ass? your choice

Charlie: both, Daddy

Nick: fuck

Nick: gonna kneel and let me use you, aren’t you? use your mouth?

Charlie: yes, Daddy

Nick: then lie there, and let me use you, over and over again?

Nick: keep your legs spread while Daddy fucks every last bit of virgin out of you?

Nick: fill your throat until you gag on it

Nick: you do belong to me now, baby. you know that, right?

Charlie: I’m yours Daddy. only yours

Nick: fuck, that’s my good boy

Nick: can’t wait to see you coughing on the mess I make of you

Nick: and then I’ll bend you over and push it all in again

Nick: your little tummy is going to take so much it’ll bulge

Nick: I want to see it leaking out of your ass and then stuff it back in with my fingers

Nick: keep it all in my good little cumdump

Nick: you want to be bred by Daddy’s big swollen cock?

Nick: want to feel me twitching inside you while I unleash another fucking torrent?

Charlie: yes Daddy please

Charlie: want you to fuck it into me until I cry

Charlie: make me feel it

Nick: oh baby. you will

Nick: I’m gonna keep going till you’re raw and fucked out

Nick: till your stomach’s sloshy with everything I’ve given you

Nick: and then I’ll make you clean it up with your mouth

Nick: taste yourself full of me

Nick: you’re gonna be so sweet for me, aren’t you?

Nick: you’re gonna feel how bad I need every drop of me inside you

Charlie: I already do

Charlie: please, Daddy

Nick: lovely manners, baby

Nick: hurry up and get over here, you sweet thing

Nick: my balls are aching

Nick: Daddy needs you

Chapter 2: A Release

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Charlie: just brushing my teeth again and about to leave my place

Charlie: want to be perfect for you Daddy

Nick: you already are

Nick: but Daddy appreciates how hard you’re trying

Nick: it just makes me want to give you everything

Nick: nothing is too good for my baby

Charlie: I want to earn it

Nick: you will

Nick: you’re going to kneel for me and show me how sweet that mouth is

Nick: Daddy’s going to use your pretty mouth until he’s all better

Charlie: please I want that so much

Nick: good boy

Charlie: want to help, want to be your good boy

Nick: good boys take care of their Daddy, don’t they?

Charlie: yes Daddy

Nick: do you have any idea how excited I am to watch you take your very first cock?

Nick: such a big day for my special baby

Nick: you’re so brave

Nick: I’m so happy to be the one you’ve chosen to celebrate this moment with

Nick: you’re going to open that pretty throat for Daddy like the very good boy I know you can be

Nick: going to fill you up until I’m empty

Nick: going to remember the look on your face forever

Nick: want to see those lashes wet with tears from how deep I’ll be

Nick: you’re going to look so fucking pretty with your mouth full

Nick: I’ll make your first time perfect

Charlie: oh fuck

Charlie: oh my god

Charlie: thank you Daddy

Charlie: thank you thank you thank you

Charlie: thank you for letting it be you

Charlie: I feel so fucking lucky

Charlie: like I could cry

Charlie: I want to make you so proud of me

Charlie: want to be so good for you

Charlie: want your cock to feel like it’s at home inside me

Charlie: want to help you feel better, give my Daddy relief

Nick: fuck

Nick: where are you

Charlie: just putting on my shoes

Charlie: I’ll be at yours in two minutes

Charlie: please let me kneel for you the second you open that door

Nick: you will

Nick: is your pretty little mouth all wet and ready for your Daddy?

Charlie: yes Daddy, I’m ready

Charlie: I can’t wait to be your good boy

Nick: you already are

Nick: my sweetest boy

Nick: my perfect baby

Nick: I can’t wait another second

Charlie: just walked out my front door and crossing the street now

Nick: fuck

Nick: how much longer

Nick: I need your mouth

Nick: my balls are swollen tight

Nick: I’m so full for you

Nick: it hurts so fucking bad

Nick: I’m aching to drain inside you

Nick: I’m leaking down my thigh

Charlie: oh god

Nick: there’s so much already going to waste

Charlie: Daddy please let me help

Charlie: let me take it, let me drink it down

Charlie: I want to make the pain go away

Charlie: I want to be the reason you feel better

Nick: I need my boy

Nick: need my boy on his knees

Nick: need to cum inside my boy

Charlie: yeah?

Nick: yeah

Nick: when I hold your head and pour my cum into your sweet mouth, you’ll know exactly how much I need you

Nick: every bit of this ache is for you

Nick: you got me strung so tight I’m dizzy

Nick: I need to be emptied into you

Nick: hurry

Charlie: I’m almost there I promise

Charlie: don’t worry, I’ll take care of it for you

Charlie: I’ll be everything you need

Charlie: I’ll swallow it all down, I promise

Charlie: let me be useful

Charlie: let me make you all better

Charlie: I want your cock to feel safe in me

Nick: it will

Nick: I’m throbbing

Nick: my cock is so swollen, so hard

Nick: I feel sick from it

Charlie: I’m buzzing you now

Nick: get inside

Charlie: open the door

Nick: should be open now baby, you inside?

Charlie: yes Daddy thank you

Charlie: climbing the stairs now

Charlie: Daddy I think I’m trembling

Nick: my angel

Nick: I want the first sound you make to be a gag around my cock

Nick: nothing else

Charlie: fuck

Charlie: fuck fuck

Charlie: second floor

Nick: where are you

Nick: Daddy needs his baby

Charlie: third floor

Nick: I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you kneeling at my feet

Charlie: here

Charlie: Nick?

Charlie: Daddy?

Charlie: I’m at your door

Charlie: please open the door

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Charlie stands just outside the door, panting. His heart is racing so fast it felt like it might knock itself free of his ribs. He has one trembling hand pressed flat to the wood. He can feel Nick on the other side of the door — the heat of him radiating through the gap, the scent of sex and cum seeping through. He waits for the door to swing open.

—

Charlie: where are you :(

Nick: Daddy’s here

Nick: it’s just

Nick: baby...

Nick: wait

—

Charlie lets out a shaky, needy whine, forehead thunking softly against the door.

“Please,” he whispers.

—

Charlie: what is it?

Nick: I can feel you

Nick: hear you

Nick: I know you’re there

Nick: I just...

Nick: I need you to know

Nick: that if you let me open this door right now

Nick: it means you’re mine

Nick: no words

Nick: no hesitation

Nick: just down

—

Charlie’s thumbs tremble on the screen.

—

Charlie: yes Daddy

Charlie: please

Charlie: I’m ready

—

Another pause. The longest ten seconds of Charlie’s life.

—

Nick: no it’s just

Nick: I mean it

Nick: no pretending, no takebacks

Nick: if you give yourself to me, I won't be able to give you back

Nick: so be sure, sweetheart

Nick: please be sure that’s what you want

—

Charlie has no idea how Nick is saying every single thing he has always longed to hear. It’s like Nick knows him better than anybody he’s ever met before.

It’s such an intense feeling of happiness, relief, and gratitude that Charlie isn’t even sure he has a name anymore — just the ache of his Daddy's need.

—

Charlie: I’m sure

Charlie: Daddy please

Charlie: open the door

Charlie: I’m right here I need to see you I need to kneel I need to be good

Charlie: I can’t wait anymore I need to be of use, please let me be of use, please let me make you feel good

Nick: shhh

Nick: hush now

Nick: I know you’re ready

Nick: I know you want to be useful

Nick: and you will be. I’m going to allow you to make Daddy feel so, so good

Nick: but I just need to know that you know what you’re asking for

Nick: because once I open this door

Nick: you’re mine

Nick: my boy

Nick: no one else will ever get to see this version of you

Nick: I will own you

Nick: that means that if I let you in, you’ll have to serve Daddy with that perfect little mouth until I can’t walk

Nick: you’ll swallow everything I give you

Nick: and you’ll say thank you

Nick: you’ll be grateful I let you help me manage my condition

Nick: so be sure, that this is what you really want

Nick: I need to hear you say it, just once more

—

Charlie’s whole body shakes. His mouth is open, lips wet. He presses both palms flat to the door like he could melt through it.

—

Charlie: I’m sure

Charlie: I’ve never been more sure of anything

Charlie: please let me serve you

Charlie: I am SO grateful

Charlie: you don’t know how much I need this, Daddy

Charlie: I want to be used. I want to be trusted with your pain

Charlie: I know what it’s like to be in pain

Charlie: I’ve always wanted someone to take care of

Charlie: I want to belong to you forever

Charlie: I want to be yours so bad it hurts

Charlie: please open the door

Charlie: please I’m begging

Charlie: let your good boy in, Daddy

Charlie: let me drain you

—

There is a rustle on the other side of the door.

A breath. A low, rumbly groan.

Then the handle turns.

The door creaks open.

And there he is.

Nick is even bigger up close. Hulking. Massive.

Charlie’s seen him from across the street a hundred times—taking the bins out shirtless, washing his car. But nothing prepares him for the way Nick fills the doorway like this.

Nick takes one long look at him and smiles. His thumbs brush just under his cheekbones, and Charlie melts into it, nearly dizzy from the heat of those rough palms.

Nick leans down and presses a gentle kiss to his lips, before they’ve even said a single word to one another.

“Hi,” Nick murmurs, staring into Charlie’s eyes.

Charlie’s heart is a drumbeat against his ribs. “Hi.”

Nick smiles as though he likes what he sees.

He takes Charlie’s hand in his. Massive and warm, calloused and sure—and turns, leading Charlie inside, through the apartment, to his bedroom in silence.

The living room is the first room of the apartment. It’s warm, softly lit. Next to the leather couch, on a small side table, there's a stack of folded towels, dark-colored, freshly laundered. Everything smells like clean laundry, actually. There’s no clutter, but everything feels used. Purposeful. On the coffee table in fron tof the couch, there's two large boxes of tissues, a bottle of hand lotion, and a large water bottle. Stacked neatly underneath the coffee table are a half dozen clean, clear, plastic containers with sealable lids. It looks like the kind of space where someone spends a lot of time alone. Charlie swallows hard.

They go through the kitchen next. Charlie sees protein powder containers, stacked beside the fridge, and another giant water bottle on the counter. Inside the open pantry, Charlie notices a stash of electrolyte packets. There's another small, neatly stacked row of washable silicone containers, lids popped on but cleaned, stored ready. He doesn’t need to ask. His throat tightens. That quiet details sink into Charlie’s bones: Nick doesn’t hide this part of himself. He just lives with it.

They reach the bedroom. It’s plain. Comfortably warm. A queen sized bed. The kind of bed that looks like it gets made every single day. On closer look, the sheets are clearly moisture-wicking, heavy but breathable. A second set of sheets and two towels are folded on a milk crate at the foot of the bed.

There’s one large bedside table. On top of it is a phone charger, a glass of water, a pack of tissues, and a large bottle of lube, a half gallon, the kind with a hand pump. One drawer is open slightly. Charlie sees more towels, cloths, wipes. A silicone storage bowl, perfectly clean. Another drawer is shut with a tiny combination lock threaded through the handles.

Nick doesn’t speak.

He just drops Charlie’s hand once they enter the bedroom and turns to face him. He looks at Charlie with eyes that burn, and in one swift motion, pushes his gym shorts down. His cock springs free—massive, thick, flushed at the tip, leaking steadily. Charlie’s mouth goes dry.

Nick sits on the edge of the bed, sprawling slightly, his thighs wide.

His cock is so big and full that Nick has to hold it with both hands to keep it aloft, one close to the tip and the other several inches back, curled around the base. It looks so heavy.

Nick briefly lets go of the base of his cock and uses two fingers to beckon Charlie closer.

“Come here and kneel.”

Charlie’s heart skips a beat. A wide smile slowly forms on his lips. He feels like a child on Christmas morning waking up and realizing what day it is, rushing down and seeing a big, hard present under the tree.

Despite barely being able to contain himself (he’s already rock hard again), Charlie slowly walks up and gets down on his knees between Nick’s legs.

Once on the floor he looks up at the majestic cock towering in front of him. It looks much bigger up this close and from this angle. Charlie bites his lip and stares at it in awe.

Bulging veins snake along the shaft like branches. A masculine scent dominates his nostrils. The head is purple and flared angry. The huge, hairy, low hanging balls resting against the side of the mattress, heavy with thick, warm, tasty cum.

Nick cups the back of his neck to hold him in place. His thumb strokes slow over Charlie’s nape.

Nick then slaps the hard, thick, shaft down onto his face. The whole rod radiates a lustful, yet pleasant and comforting heat, and it throbs with such life and eagerness.

“Good boy," Nick murmurs. “You’re even more beautiful than your photos.”

Charlie’s breath hitches. “Thank you.”

Charlie can’t help but gently rub his face against the underside to bask in the cock’s warmth. And take a deep breath to fill his mind with Nick’s scent; lustful, masculine, heady.

“You’re really here,” Nick says, fingers brushing a stray curl from Charlie’s face.

“Yeah. I’m yours, Nick.”

Nick’s hand curls firmly in Charlie’s hair.

“Say it again. I want to hear you say it. You know what I mean.”

“I’m yours, Daddy.”

“Fuck. Good boy. Good fucking boy.”

Charlie glances at Nick’s balls, which are swollen so bad the skin is pulled tight and taut. He can see them pulsing, hear the slosh of the cum full up to the brim inside them. Charlie watches with fascination as the precum travels up those vines of veins on Nick’s shaft until it reaches his slit, which is the size of Charlie's thumb, and it leaks a steady stream onto the floor.

Charlie looks down and sees Nick has already laid out a plastic blue puppy mat under his feet to catch the stray drops. His chest aches at seeing so much tasty cum going to waste.

“You must be aching, Daddy,” Charlie says softly, his heart breaking for him.

“Yeah. I am,” Nick winces as his fingers tighten around his cock, milking another wad of precum out, which gathers in a thick glob then falls in a sopping tendril to the floor. “It hurts so bad. But you can help. You can be such a good and useful boy to Daddy. You’re going to suck me so good, I’ll come so deep down your throat you won’t be able to swallow it all.”

“Of course, Daddy. I want to help drain you. Let me take your pain away.”

“Fuck. Already being so sweet to me.”

Nick then grabs the back of Charlie’s head, guiding him closer, and positions Charlie’s head where he wants it. Then, he uses his other hand to move his tip towards Charlie’s lips, so he is face on with cock.

“You’ve never done this before, huh?”

Charlie shakes his head.

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you. You’re gonna learn exactly how Daddy wants you.”

Charlie’s hands grip Nick’s thighs, eyes locked on his. “Please, Daddy...”

“That’s right. Beg Daddy.”

“I’m begging you, please,” says Charlie, batting his lashes at Nick. “Let me kiss Daddy all better.”

Nick nods. “All right. Go ahead.”

Charlie sticks out his tongue and licks the underside. Then he presses an open-mouthed kiss to it.

Nick lifts up his cock and smacks it down gently on Charlie’s face again. When he tries to do it again, Charlie grabs his cock with both hands and holds it back so he can continue to snuggle and kiss and lick the majestic, fat rod.

Charlie finds he cannot get his fingers to join between the thumb and pointer finger around the shaft. There’s no way he’ll be able to fit this entire thing down his mouth – he won’t even get close. Determined to try though, he starts moving his kisses and licks up the underside and towards the tip. A thick drop of pre-cum is waiting for him there. Charlie eagerly and hungrily licks it up and swallows it before planting a long and passionate kiss on the tip as thanks.

Nick’s entire cock twitches in response and a low gasp escapes him.

“So desperate to make Daddy feel good… You gonna swallow it all like a good boy?” Nick says.

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be so good. I’ll take it all. You don’t have to hold back," Charlie replies.

Charlie opens his mouth, sticks out his tongue and tries to slide the cock in between his lips. He can’t even get the entire head snuggled into his mouth before his teeth start grating on it and Nick lets out a slightly pained groan. Charlie tries a couple more times before Nick puts a hand on Charlie’s head and pushes him back from his cock.

“Sorry, Daddy,” Charlie whispers.

“No sorries. Just work the head with your mouth and the shaft with your hands,” Nick says as he gently pets Charlie’s head.

“Okay, Daddy,” Charlie says with a nod.

While his hands hold and jerk Nick’s shaft, Charlie’s lips and tongue shower the head with love. This method feels much more successful. He still occasionally opens his mouth wide to take as much of Daddy’s cock as he can into his mouth, and swirls his tongue around the tip.

“That’s it… just like that. Daddy’s been aching all day,” Nick says as Charlie just about manages to form a seal around the very head of Nick of extract some of the precum with slow, strong sucks. “You’re gonna drain it all for me, yeah? Take every drop so the pain goes away. Fuck, I feel it easing already.”

Out of nowhere Nick tilts Charlie’s head back and that flaring head shoves deeper into Charlie’s mouth unexpectedly. Charlie hands grasp desperately at Daddy's thighs and he lets out a high whine of panic. Eyes watering, there are gurgles at the back of his throat that are muffled by the massive cock taking all his air.

“Mn, sorry, sw-sweetheart,” Nick rasps shakily, hands rubbing slowly over Charlie’s scalp as he hold him in place, as the hinges of Charlie’s jaw creak to get more of Nick inside. “Your mouth is so, so wonderful — sh-shit, so warm and tight…”

Charlie gags and coughs the moment Nick loosens his grip, drawing away from the cock and spluttering.

“Pretty gagging, baby. As much as I want to, I’m not going to fuck your throat tonight, okay? I can see you’re still getting used to taking a cock. So we’ll save that for next time, yeah?” Nick murmurs, looking down at Charlie lovingly. “You don’t need to take all of me right now. We’ll work your throat open, nice and slow. It might take a few tries. Just wrap your lips around the tip for now, if you can.”

As Nick speaks to him in that low, reverent tone — all heat and restraint, promising him more but not rushing him — Charlie’s whole chest feels like it’s blooming open. Because now he knows for sure there will be a next time.

That he’s doing good. That Daddy wants him again. That Daddy is already thinking about pushing deeper next time.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Charlie murmurs through wet eyes. “You’re just...so big. I kn-know I’m not ready to take it all right now. But, fuck, I want to. I want to make you proud.”

“You’ve already made Daddy so proud. And don’t worry. Soon I’ll fuck your throat until your nose is squashed against my stomach. Okay?”

“Promise?” Charlie replies.

“I promise.”

Charlie’s lips quiver as they take the crown of Nick’s cock again, the swollen, leaking head pressing gently against his bottom lip, the tension in his jaw palpable. He can feel the strain of the size, his mouth struggling to take in even that small portion of his Daddy’s enormous length. His throat works, making a wet, rhythmic gulping sound as it struggles to swallow the mass of the tip. Charlie’s left hand runs up and down Daddy’s colossal shaft. Charlie makes each stroke of his hand slow and deliberate, coaxing the cum from him. His right hand supports the base of Nick’s cock to keep it upright. He starts kitten licking up and down Nick’s slit, drawing long wet laps of his tongue to get from the bottom to the top of it, and back down again.

“Gonna cum, baby,” Nick murmurs, his grip iron on Charlie's head. “You're milking Daddy's cock so good.”

“Cum for me,” Charlie speaks into his cock, unwilling to really remove his lips from its lovely warmth and taste. “Cum in my mouth. I know you want to. You feel so full, Daddy.”

The cock starts throbbing even more lively. It won’t be long now till Nick pumps a fat, yummy load into his mouth. Eager to taste it, Charlie doubles his efforts. His hand jerks the shaft with increased vigor and speed, and his tongue sucks and licks and kisses the head with a passion he up till now hadn’t thought possible.

“Hungry for some of Daddy’s fresh cum?” Nick says with a slightly strained voice.

“Hmm,” is all Charlie can mumble as he focuses everything he has on milking Nick’s cock.

“Prepare yourself.”

Charlie seals his lips tightly around the tip and lets his tongue do most of the work while his hands jerk the shaft so hard the foreskin even slides up and touches his lips. Charlie can feel Nick tensing up. The cock is throbbing at the edge. He only needs to push Nick over it. He does so by bringing his left hand up to those pulsing, swinging balls and kneading them gently, trying to encourage the milk to flow.

Charlie thought he was prepared, but when the cum shoots forth, hitting him in the back of his mouth with such force, it’s like someone has put the spout of a garden hose in his mouth. The first jet is enough to give Charlie a mouthful. Fresh, warm, and so incredibly tasty. Charlie has had a cum fetish for fucking years and to finally get some in his mouth is one of the most gratifying experiences of his life. He’s watched so many cum drinking videos and read so much about it that he’s always been led to believe that cum is bitter, pungent, even nasty to the taste. Dead wrong. Nick’s is absolutely delectable, like the most scrumptious, thin yoghurt. Then Charlie remembers his earlier googling that said the sheer volume of cum produced due to hyperspermia dilutes the potency and makes the taste more pleasurable and he swallows it down delightedly, thanking his lucky stars he met this man.

In fact the taste of Nick’s cum is enough to put him at the verge of an orgasm himself, his own cock leaking in his shorts. Charlie savors the initial burst for a second, swilling it around, before the next couple of spurts fill his mouth so much and so quickly that he has no choice but to swallow. He can feel the tension in his throat as it clicks and clenches, his body straining to keep up with the waves of thick liquid that are flooding his mouth.

And as the wonderful cum slides down his throat and into his stomach, Charlie gasps and shudders through an orgasm – totally untouched.

Fresh cum.

Fresh, hot Daddy cum.

“I’m cumming—I’m cumming for you. Just for you —fuck,” Nick grits out, keeping Charlie’s head firmly in place with both hands. “Swallow it, good boy—good fucking boy.”

The cum has no right to be this incredibly yummy. Yet it is.

And Charlie can’t get enough of it. Luckily Daddy’s cock keeps pumping forth more and more for him to taste and swallow.

Charlie's lips pull tightly around the swollen tip, his mouth stretching further to hold it steady while his tongue works delicately up and down the slit, collecting the cum. Charlie is patient, his ministrations steady and reverent, his hand pumping up and down the shaft while his mouth continued to lap at the tip, savoring every drop.

And all the while, their gazes never break.

Cumdump.

The term is so degrading, but he can’t think of himself as anything else right now. Charlie’s body is a vessel for his Daddy’s cum. Anything else would be a waste.

As the flow eventually subsides, after what seems like a two or three minutes, Charlie closes his mouth, but he’s fit to burst, and some escapes the corners of his lips, so he quickly gulps it down and then uses his finger to swipe up the dribbles and get them all into his mouth, unwilling to let a single drop not be inside him. He feels the last batch of cum sliding down his throat, which is glistening, warm, and coated with cum, and it keeps going down, into his already full stomach.

Charlie shivers and grins a dumb smile as a little more cum flows forth from the cock in front of his face and paints his lips white. He circles his tongue around his lips, getting up every tiny droplet to taste and swallow.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Charlie says with a dreamy voice and face as he looks up at Nick. He looks more handsome and sexy now than ever before. “Thank you for cumming in my mouth. Every drop, look Daddy, I took every drop. Didn’t spill a thing.”

“My special baby boy,” Nick says, brushing his thumb over Charlie’s wet lower lip. He’s sighing heavily with satisfaction. The pain and tension has disappeared from his face. He’s smiling. “Daddy feels so much better now. What a good, good boy you are. My sweet little helper. Say thank you to Daddy, now, for letting you help me.”

“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for letting me drink down your cum.”

“You’re welcome, treasure. You took your first cock so well, just as I knew you would. We’re just getting started, though. Daddy has so much more to teach you.”

Charlie plants an intimate kiss on the tip and suckles out a few more yummy drops of semen to swallow. His stomach protests against having to contain such a huge amount. But he is too drunk on lust and cum to care.

Chapter 3: A Dream Come True

Chapter Text

Nick spends the next 3 or 4 hours prepping Charlie to take a cock up the ass for the very first time.

Inside the locked drawer of his bedside table is an array of sex toys. Nick lays out the dildos, in graduated sizes, in a neat, intimidating succession on the top of the bedside, next to the half-gallon hand-pump bottle of lube.

Nick starts Charlie off small. Just a slim, beginner’s dildo, slicked thoroughly, as he guides Charlie onto his back and presses it inside Charlie’s tiny virgin hole, cooing sweet words of encouragement to him.

As the hours stretch on, so does Charlie. Toy after toy, inch by inch, Nick coaxes Charlie's body into soft, obedient openness. The dildos increase in length and girth with each stage, but never too quickly — Nick is meticulous, indulgent. Between insertions, he lavishes Charlie with praise and the occasional soft suck to Charlie’s cock — not enough to distract, just enough to keep him pliant and desperate, leaking all over himself.

Nick opens Charlie like it’s second nature. Like he’s done this a hundred times before. Charlie knows he has. Nick is too deliberate, too practiced. There’s something so matter-of-fact about it, so deeply competent, about the way that Nick stretches him, that Charlie can’t help but feel safe even as he’s forced to make himself wider than he’s ever been before.

It’s clear Nick knows exactly what he’s working with. That he knows the sheer size of his own cock, the weight of it, the way it demands readiness of his sexual partner.

Charlie cums again and again while Daddy carefully prepares him to lose his virginity — on his stomach, his chest, across Nick’s knuckles — messy and helpless under Nick’s hand. He’s never cum so many times in one night, and still Nick urges more from him, murmuring encouragement, saying that every orgasm will help him loosen his baby ready for Daddy. By the time Nick presses the second-largest dildo into Charlie, Charlie’s cock barely twitches anymore, so spent and raw that it just leaks steadily into the sheets beneath him. Charlie is shaking with gratitude. Daddy is training him to take his cock so well. Patiently reshaping Charlie’s entire body to fit him inside.

Eventually, after half the night has passed, Nick finally presses the largest toy into Charlie — thick, weighty, nearly the size of Nick himself. It reminds Charlie of a massive thermos flask, the kind you might take camping. Charlie is boneless and wrecked, glistening with sweat and lube and his own cum. The toy is thick, long, almost comically heavy, but Charlie is so loose and wet and fucked-out he takes it with a strangled moan, trembling around it, but not fighting it. His hole flutters, stretched beyond all limits, but obedient, and Nick just watches for a long moment, breathing through his nose, visibly holding himself back. Charlie's body quivers with aftershocks, every muscle aching, and even though his hole is already abused and in pain, he takes it gladly.

Nick strokes a hand down the length of Charlie’s thigh and breathes out shakily. It must be almost time. Charlie can see Nick’s restraint thinning by the second.

Nick is hard. So hard it looks painful. His cock leaks freely against his stomach, red and swollen, the head glossy with thick, thick precum. His balls are heavy, drawn tight — his hyperspermia evidently fully active again after hours of touching and coaxing and not getting to relieve himself where he wants. Nick cups his balls with a low groan, as if testing the weight of how full he is.

After what seems like a lifetime, Nick finally decrees Charlie to be ready to take his cock, noting he needs to be drained again.

Nick requests that Charlie lies on his back with his legs spread wide. Nick stands above him at the edge of the bed. The thick shaft of his massive cock hangs above Charlie’s stomach, with the tip resting on him just above the navel. His huge balls brush up against Charlie’s ass and thighs, so heavy with cum.

“Daddy…” Charlie says, suddenly unsure if this is a good idea. It’s so big. Can he take it? It’s probably going to hurt.

“It’s alright. I’ll take it slow.”

Nick pulls back his hips and crouches down so he can put the tip of his great cock up against Charlie’s little hole. At first he only rubs the cock around the entrance, poking the fat wedge around, teasing him.

Charlie’s breathing picks up. So close now. He wants it inside him so bad. He wants to be wrapped around the fat cock and have Nick pump him full of cum.

Nick starts to push. Charlie’s hole simply doesn’t let him in. He’s too big. For a second, disappointment strikes. Then, Nick pushes harder and Charlie’s hole starts to painfully open up to let him inside.

Charlie whimpers a little.

“Keep going, Daddy,” Charlie mewls before he can react. So far it doesn’t hurt that much.

There’s still half a second of hesitation from Nick where he stops before pushing deeper. He rearranges Charlie’s legs so they’re draped over his shoulders, the new angle making Charlie squirm and writhe something wild. But slowly, bit by bit, Charlie’s hole is stretched wide apart around Nick’s cock. There’s pain, but also a strange and pleasurable sensation he has never felt before.

When the fat flared head of Nick’s cock pops all the way inside his hole, Charlie lets out a small gasp. He feels stuffed to his limit, but there’s still so much cock left outside.

“Don’t stop Daddy.”

Nick gives Charlie a slightly inquisitive look before he grasps his hips and slowly pushes into him even harder. The pain increases. But in the background all the while is that divine stretching sensation.

Charlie bites his lower lip hard to distract from the pain. His breathing grows heavier. A bulge appears on his stomach, below the navel. He can take it. He really does feel, in this moment, that he was made for this. Born for it.

When Nick’s crotch and heavy balls finally push up against Charlie’s ass, Charlie lets out a mixture between a moan and a gasp.

He did it! He took his Daddy’s entire cock into him! On the first try even!

“Fuck…” Nick groans above him. “You have the tiniest most tightest ass I’ve ever fucked, baby. Fucking perfect.”

“Hmm,” Charlie replies, not really listening to his words. All his attention is on Nick’s cock filling him up.

Charlie puts his hand on the bulge on his belly. It’s his cock, warm and hard and throbbing, but it’s also Charlie’s own skin between his hand and Nick. Is this what being a condom feels like? Charlie squeezes it a little and suddenly the entire cock twitches inside him, giving him a strange shiver of pleasure and a little pain.

“You’re taking it so fucking well. This virgin hole's been waiting it's whole life to get bred. You sure you’ve never done this before?”

Charlie shakes his head, jaw slack, overwhelmed and blissed-out.

“Ready, baby?” Nick says in a soft tone.

Charlie shakes his head. “Not yet. Let's just… Let’s just stay like this for a little while.”

Charlie’s hand keeps massaging the head of Nick’s cock through himself. The pain slowly fades, but the weirdness of feeling like a condom stays. Occasionally Nick twitches at Charlie’s touch. Almost no pain. Only the pleasurable stretching sensation remains in full.

Charlie’s other hand grasps the bulge further down and he starts massaging as much of the cock as he can. Then he slowly starts to writhe around the massive shaft. The fat rod stirs around his insides. It hurts a little, but he keeps doing it. Bit by bit Charlie forces his body get used to being so stuffed by Nick’s fat cock.

All the while he looks at the bulge on his stomach and how it goes up and down as Nick’s cock pushes around inside him with his movements. It’s strangely mesmerizing.

After a long while, the pain is effectively gone. Only the lovely warmth, throbbing and pleasure remain as strong as – or even stronger than – when the cock first entered him. He stops moving and bites his lip again. His eyes go up to meet Daddy’s. He’s watching Charlie with patience.

“Now?”

Charlie nods.

Wordlessly, Nick slowly pulls back his hips. Charlie’s insides go back to their usual place momentarily and his hole closes shut in his cock’s wake. After having been so full of it though Charlie can’t help but feel strangely empty without him inside.

Once Nick is almost out he stops. There’s a silent second of anticipation. Then he pushes back in, still slowly, but faster than the first time.

Charlie lets out a long gasp as the pleasurable stretching feeling comes back. When the bulge appears on his stomach again he massages it with his hands to feel Nick twitch inside him.

“Maybe I should just keep my cock inside till you can make me cum,” Nick says with a chuckle and holds his massive shaft balls deep inside Charlie.

“That’d be silly. But kinda funny,” Charlie says and starts rubbing Nick’s cock more fervently.

The thought of just being filled by Nick’s cock while he massages it till he cums is a strangely enticing one. Maybe not something they’d always do. Probably not this time as well. But to just be wrapped around his cock and work him till he cums feels so lovely. No pulling back. Just being full of cock. Warm. Throbbing. To be attached to Daddy for he does not know how long till he fills Charlie up with creamy cum – cum that belongs inside Charlie.

“Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck your good boy.”

Nick lets out a small amused chuckle. “Bossy.”

Slowly Nick pulls back his cock again. This time there’s no pause and he pushes back in a little faster. Charlie’s insides still protest a little, but so far it’s far from difficult. The next thrust is even faster. As is the next.

“Say it,” Nick demands. “Say who’s stretching out your tiny little virgin hole.”

“You, Daddy,” Charlie whimpers. “Yours. You’re the first. You’re the only one who gets to—”

Nick cuts him off with a hard thrust. “That’s fucking right. First one in here, and the last. You hear me?”

Charlie bites his lower lip. His breathing gets more intense. Luckily Daddy doesn’t stop or slow down. Though Charlie knows it wouldn’t take much more than a misplaced whimper and this sensation would grind to a disappointing halt.

Once Nick has built a steady rhythm, the speed stops increasing. Charlie wants to go faster. But his abused hole and everything else Nick’s massive cock pushes apart is already at the brink of becoming a little too painful.

“You’re being such a good little hole for Daddy to use,” Nick grits out, pumping his cock inside Charlie.

Charlie breathes through it, the pain. His hands lie on his stomach and he can feel how the hard bulge from Nick’s cock grows and disappears. After a while Nick moves one hand moves down to Charlie’s cock and he starts jerking it for him. This is so much better than getting himself off. Nick’s other hand moves up to play with and rub Charlie’s nipple.

“Can we cum together, Daddy?” Charlie says once he starts feeling himself getting closer.

Nick smiles. “Does my good boy want to get filled by a thick load of cum?”

Suddenly his cock get a little livelier inside Charlie.

“Fuck… Daddy…” Charlie gives him a sly smile. “Yes… yes, I want a big, fat filling of your Daddy cum inside me.”

Nick’s cock throbs ever more. Charlie continues rubbing the bulge whenever it appears on his stomach, each time Nick thrusts inwards.

“Wanna cum inside me, Daddy? Wanna cum inside your baby boy?”

“Fuck… Charlie…” Nick groans and starts tensing up.

"Now come on, Daddy. Drain your balls in me. Do it."

Nick breathes heavily. His cock throbs like crazy inside of Charlie’s ass. He pushes in balls deep, yet for a couple seconds nothing happens. Charlie furiously rubs the tip of his cock through the skin of his belly, with both his hands.

When Nick finally comes, he does it with a brutal growl, deep inside him, hips locked tight, his whole body shuddering. It goes on forever. Thick spurts flood Charlie’s hole, and Nick doesn’t stop—grinds in harder, like he’s trying to plant it in him.

When the cum hits him, it’s like nothing Charlie has ever experienced before. It’s like a hose had been stuffed deep into his ass and it shoots forth the thickest and warmest goo possible deep inside him. He's quickly filled to the brim yet more flows into him.

Charlie is sobbing with relief, the stretch and heat too much, too good. He feels every twitch, every gush. His belly feels warm. Stuffed. Glorious.

Nick's cock pulsates almost like a beating heart as more and more cum is pumped through it. With his massive cock plugging up Charlie's hole, there’s nowhere for the cum to leak out. Charlie's insides are forced to take the entirety of his fat load.

“Fuck… Daddy… There’s so much!” Charlie says with a giggle. He has never, ever felt so fucking full in his life.

“Shall I pull out?”

“No! Just stay inside me. I feel so at home like this.”

“Home on Daddy’s cock?” Nick says with a smile.

“Hmm.” Charlie nods.

“With Daddy’s cum filling your hole?”

“Hmm.” Charlie nods again.

“You took me like such a good boy. You didn’t even fight it — you just opened right up for Daddy.”

Charlie moans softly, eyes fluttering shut. “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for cumming in me.”

“You're welcome, baby. Now. How long do you want to stay with Daddy wearing you like a cocksleeve?”

“All night.”

“Aright.” Nick reaches down and wraps his arms around Charlie’s back. “But I’m not gonna have you be all sticky then.”

Charlie in turn wraps his arms around Nick's neck and his legs around his hips while also resting his head against Nick's chest. The angle is a little awkward but Nick is so big and so strong and his cock only slips out of Charlie’s ass a little. When Nick starts walking, every step causes the cum inside Charlie to slosh around and his still pretty hard cock to gently slide in and out of him. In turn Charlie tries to clamp his hole down on Nick's cock and turns the bouncing into a subtle grind.

By the time they reach the shower, Nick's cock has grown fully hard inside Charlie again and is throbbing with eagerness at another round. Though he pretends with his face that it’s no big deal, like he doesn't want to pressure Charlie to go again straight away.

“Come on Daddy,” Charlie says and starts bouncing on his cock even more. “I want another load. A big, fat, creamy load of cum, right into my ass."

“Fuck, baby,” He reaches down and wraps his arms around Charlie’s back. “Never knew you were going to be such a greedy, needy little baby boy. Such a perfect little cumdump for Daddy.”

His hips even shifts ever so slightly to push his cock in at a better angle. His eyes turn away as he turns on the water. It starts out cold, eliciting a shiver from both of them, before turning into a soft warmth that together with their already built up heat made the shower hot like an oven. He somehow manages to keep the tip inside Charlie while he manoeuvres Charlie around, so that the side of Charlie's face is squashed up against the shower wall, and Nick is plugging up his ass from behind.

Nick is still, and lets Charlie to do all the work of grinding his cock. Then his hands move down to grasp Charlie's ass, giving the round cheeks a firm squeeze.

Nick starts pounding it into Charlie from behind. The pain of being stretched is all gone. With it, a distraction Charlie hadn’t even been aware of disappears. Now he can really feel how Nick's cock hits all the right spots – spots inside himself he didn’t even think he had, before tonight.

“Daddy…”

“Want me to put a baby inside you?” Nick says with a mischievous tone and smile.

"Yes," Charlie says, and sure, apparently he has a breeding kink now. Why not? "Yes, fuck, do it, breed me, Daddy."

Daddy doesn’t say anything. But his pounding of Charlie becomes noticeably more intense.

Leaking. Charlie can’t leak. He shouldn’t leak. That cum belongs in him . It shouldn’t run down into the drain with the water. The impact of Nick's cock ramming into him gets even harsher. But it also makes his cock throb even more.

They keep going so long that Daddy has to turn down the temperature of the water to keep them from overheating. Yet the heat of their bodies fucking is like a core that won’t cool down. Nothing will stop them.

“Cum in me, Daddy. Cum inside your good boy."

His hands tighten around Charlie's ass. He’s getting close. He can feel it. So is he.

“Daddy… Daddy… Daddy…” Charlie keeps moaning as his body is slammed down onto his great cock. When the orgasm finally overtakes him, coherent words stops coming out of his mouth. Instead he starts making mewling noises that only almost sound like words.

As the first orgasm wanes, another is already building up. Charlie doesn’t try to resist. He just lets wave after wave of orgasm roll over him till he is barely able to cling to Daddy as he fucks him. Nick is full body slamming into Charlie's ass, bearing down painfully with his thick, long, hard, hot shaft.

When he rams his cock in deep and doesn't pull back, Charlie is only barely conscious enough to briefly think to himself, “Wait… Why we’re stopping?” before Daddy starts shooting another thick load of cum straight into his sopping ass. It takes a few pumps before yet another orgasm overtakes him.

So much cum. So full. So full…

—

Half an hour later, they're back in bed, and Nick’s fingers trace slow circles along Charlie’s bare thigh, voice low and edged with something both possessive and tender.

“Holy fuck,” Nick says, out of the blue. “Fuck, I needed that. Christ, I needed that so bad.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You have no idea. I needed a nice, warm place to drain my balls so fucking bad. I swear, if I hadn’t found you tonight, I think I might have gone totally feral.”

Charlie’s hand skims gently up Nick’s spine. “You came so much,” Charlie murmured reverently. “It just kept going. I could feel it all.”

“Yeah. And you fucking took it. All of it. Baby’s first time time, and you let Daddy fill you up like that.”

“I love your cock. I love every drop you give me. I’ll take everything, Daddy.”

“Thank fuck. You’ve got no idea how scared I was I’d never find someone who could take it. Who wanted to. And then there you were. Across the street all this time, just waiting for me. My perfect little hole.”

“Your cock is perfect for me, too,” Charlie whispers.

“But before we...” Nick hesitates. “Baby you...y-you know I told you about my hyperspermia over text...there's probably more you should know about it.”

Charlie’s breath hitches, eyes wide but eager. “Tell me, Daddy.”

“So, it’s not just some ‘thing’ I deal with. It’s…well, some claim it isn’t, but, it’s a proper medical condition. It’s intense. My balls get so full, it’s like this pressure that won’t quit. I need someone... a good boy, like you, who’s patient enough to help me empty out. Regularly. To keep me from bursting.”

“I know, Daddy. You told me. And I want to help you with that.”

Nick’s laugh is low. “You don’t even know how much I need that...a very good boy who is going to help me. To suck me clean, swallow every last drop. To keep me nice and drained.”

Charlie’s fingers tighten around Nick’s waist. His voice trembles with a mix of awe and delirious joy. “I want to be that boy. I want to be yours, Daddy. I want to take care of you.”

Nick’s hand slid down, resting possessively on Charlie’s thigh. “I need a boyfriend who’s patient. A very good boy who’s patient enough to help me manage my condition. Someone who’ll be there when my balls are swollen and full, when I need to be drained. Someone who won’t mind helping me empty out, again and again.”

Nick shifts, letting Charlie’s hand slide lower, teasing the outline of his cock, which is already growing stiff again. “You know what it means for me, right? When I’m full? I need to come... often. A lot. I mentioned on our messages that it’s four or five times a day. That’s not… well, that's not actually entirely truthful. It’s four or five times when I’m single. Like, when I’m working from home, not really going out much, not seeing anyone. But when I’m in a relationship – when I have a boyfriend or girlfriend, and I’m aroused by them – it’s way worse. The arousal fuels the hyperspermia, real bad. If I find someone hot, and I’m around them all the time, sometimes I’ll come like eight or nine times in a single day. Always enough to fill a glass or a bowl, too.”

“I’m ready. I want to be your good boy—your boyfriend who keeps your balls light, and balanced.”

Nick seems to hesitate again. “Listen, Charlie... really. I mean it. This isn’t just some kink or casual thing. What you’re signing up for with my hyperspermia— it’s real. It’s constant. It means I’m going to need you a lot. Sometimes, more than you think you can handle.”

Nick’s hands falter for a moment as he pulls back. “See, I’ve been let down before...Past partners… they couldn’t handle it. The constant need, the mess, the way I have to be drained, so many times a day. They’d get tired, frustrated… I’d end up feeling more alone.”

Charlie’s eyes widen, heart squeezing at Nick’s vulnerability. He slides his hand up, fingers brushing softly along Nick’s jaw.

“That won’t be me,” Charlie says firmly, voice steady and sure. “I’m different, Daddy. I’m patient. I’ll be here whenever you need me — whenever you’re even the slightest bit uncomfortable.”

Nick’s lips press into a soft smile, relief and something hopeful in his gaze. “Good boy. You don’t know how much that means to Daddy. You took it all. Made me feel so fucking empty.”

“I want to be the one who makes you feel empty, Daddy. But also whole. Every single day.

Nick’s hands move gently but possessively, guiding Charlie closer, their breaths mingling in the dim light.

“You’re going to learn every way Daddy needs to be taken care of,” Nick murmurs. “When I’m swollen and aching, when I can’t hold back... you’ll be there. You’ll be patient. You’ll be my good boy. Keep you so plugged full of Daddy’s fat cock.”

Charlie nods eagerly, heart racing. “I want that. I want to learn how to take care of you — to make you feel good.”

“And when I come, I want you to know how much it means. How much you mean. You’ll swallow every drop, clean me very thoroughly, every time, and I’ll make sure you feel it — in every way.”

Charlie shivers, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I want to be your good boy, Daddy. I want to belong to you.”

Nick smiles, pride and need shining in his eyes. “You do belong to me. And I’ll do everything I can to make sure you know it — every single day.”

Nick’s fingers are still threaded through Charlie’s hair, absently stroking his scalp.

“You know,” Nick murmurs, voice low, “when you first called me Daddy tonight… fuck. I nearly lost it.”

Charlie lets out a quiet, bashful laugh, but Nick feels his body respond—pressing closer, curling into him tighter.

“I wasn’t sure if I should,” Charlie admits, voice muffled. “I know not everyone is into that stuff. But it just… felt right. You feel like that. Like someone I could give everything to.”

Nick’s hand stills, then cups the back of Charlie’s head, a subtle pull so they’re looking at each other. “It is right,” he says. “It’s who I am. I love taking care of someone. I need it. I had a shit dad. He never showed up, never gave a fuck. So maybe I’ve been trying to be the opposite of that ever since.”

Charlie’s eyes go wide—soft and vulnerable in the low light. “You like taking care of people?”

“I need to,” Nick says. “Especially in bed. I need to know you come to me for pleasure, and that I know what to do to dole out and control that pleasure.”

Charlie nods quickly, breath catching. “I—I do need that. I think more than I realised. I have OCD, and anxiety, and sometimes my brain just—won’t stop. I feel like I’m always trying to control everything, like I’ll fall apart if I don’t. I’ve always wanted someone to take that control away from me, especially in bed… so I can breathe again. To keep me steady.”

Nick’s voice drops, laced with need. “You want to be Daddy’s good and sweet boy.”

“Yeah,” Charlie whispers. “I want to be the best boy you’ve ever had.”

"You’re already my favorite,” Nick murmurs. “Best ass I’ve ever fucked. And no one else has ever looked at me the way you do.”

Charlie’s voice is so small when he says, “You really think I’m enough for you?”

Nick’s answer is immediate. “More than enough. I can tell you want to help me. You need to help me.”

“I want to be useful. I want to be wanted like that. I want you to need me.”

“I do,” Nick says. “Managing my condition—being with someone who can really handle it, who wants to help—it’s rare. It’s a lot. But I feel like you’re different. Like you were meant to take care of me this way.”

“I was,” Charlie breathes.

“You’re going to be the one I call when I wake up aching,” Nick whispers. “When my balls are heavy and full and I’m leaking through the sheets. You’re going to be the one who helps me when I can’t focus on anything else but how bad I need to come.”

Charlie whimpers. “Please, Daddy. Yes. I want that. I want all of it.”

There’s a silence.

“Daddy?”

“Hm. Yes, baby?”

“When did you first realise you had hyperspermia?”

Nick sighs. “Childhood was more or less normal. Then when I was about fifteen... I don't know. Back then I thought I was just… horny. Overactive. But then the volume kept increasing. Not just daily, but hourly. I’d cum in my sleep, in class, in the car. Had to start timing everything. Carrying spare clothes. Cancelling sleepovers. I tried seeing doctors, tried medications, but nothing really helped. By college, I couldn’t sit through a full lecture without needing relief. Working in an office was a disaster. Bathroom breaks every hour, ruined underwear, sore constantly. So I started freelancing, then just transitioned fully to remote work. Built my life around it. My balls get heavy, full, tight. I can feel it backing up in me like poison. I get short-tempered, twitchy, I can’t sit still. My whole body buzzes until I get it out.”

He rubs the back of his neck, looking faintly embarrassed. “Rugby’s the only thing I still do out in the world on a regular basis. An hour of training midweek, two hours max on Saturdays. I hydrate like mad beforehand and relieve myself right before and right after. That’s the only way I can manage. It’s the one burst of normalcy I get. That, and the gym, when I can handle it, or a quick beer with friends. Otherwise, I’m here. In this room. Trying to manage it.”

Charlie listens, eyes soft, legs still tucked over Nick’s.

“And I’ve always wanted someone,” Nick admits quietly. “A boyfriend or girlfriend. Just someone who could be with me through it. Someone who wouldn’t be—put off. Someone who’d care for me. Be good to me.” His voice drops. “Help me.”

Charlie’s breath catches, just a little.

“I’ve tried,” Nick says. “But no one’s stayed long. It’s too much. Too messy. Too frequent. They want the novelty of it — for a night. Maybe two. But they don’t want the job. The… role.”

A silence.

Then, tentative: “But you—”

“I’ll drink you dry,” Charlie rushes to say. “As many times as it takes.”

Nick growls. Actually growls. The sound vibrates under Charlie’s tongue as he licks at the line of Nick’s throat.

“I want to be Daddy’s favorite hole,” Charlie says. “I want to be so good to you you forget anyone else ever existed.”

“Say it again,” Nick rasps, eyes dark. “Say you’re mine.”

Charlie grins, breathless, wild with it. “I’m yours, Daddy.”

“Say you’ll keep Daddy empty.”

“I want to keep you empty.”

Nick grinds against him, leaking already. Charlie gasps as the heat smears over his belly.

“Daddy promises. He'll fill you again,” Nick mutters. “My baby will sleep full tonight.”

“Please.”

“You’ll wake up already stuffed. You’ll never catch up, you know.”

“I’ll try .”

Nick grips his chin, makes him look up. His voice is low, dangerous, reverent. “Then be a good boyfriend to Daddy. Would you? Be my mouth. Be my pussy. Be my everything.”

Charlie, already writhing beneath him, breathes, “this is a dream come true.”

Nick swallows hard.

“Yeah?”

“Yes. I’ve wanted this for years ,” Charlie confesses, voice trembling now with something close to wonder. “To look after someone like you. Someone who needs what I can give. Who needs me. I’ve always wanted to be someone’s… helper.” His voice dips. “Someone who gets looked after because he’s useful. A good boy who can take such good care of his Daddy.”

Nick’s breath hitches. “You really like being called that, huh?”

Charlie’s cheeks flush, but he nods. “I do. I like knowing my hands, my mouth, my attention— me —I’m what keeps you comfortable. Satisfied. Happy.”

Nick groans softly, cupping Charlie’s jaw. “You want to be needed.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

The words seem to ground Nick, draw something solid and protective out of him. He wraps an arm around Charlie’s waist and pulls him flush to his side. “Then that’s what you are now,” he murmurs. “You’re mine. My good boy. My little caretaker. Daddy’s cock-warmer. His mouth, his hands. Daddy’s bowl to fill.”

Charlie whimpers faintly, burying his face in Nick’s chest. “You can use me whenever you need. However you need. I’ll always be ready.”

Nick tilts his head down and kisses the top of his hair. “And I’ll make sure you always know how proud I am of you. How much I need you. You’ll never have to wonder.”

“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for choosing me to give your cum to.”

“You’re welcome, baby. Fuck. Such lovely manners.”

—

“What are you thinking about now, Daddy?” Charlie asks, after he’s drained Nick again, gulping down a pint of that delectable cum. It sits low and hot in his full, full belly.

“Just us…This. How sometimes people think it’s hot at first. Like you do,” Nick says. “The whole hyperspermia thing...The idea of it turns them on — the constant need, how much I come, how often I get hard. It’s exciting… at the start.”

Charlie stays still, just listening.

“But they get tired of it. Fast. The mess, the frequency — the fact that I really do need relief every few hours or I start getting pain. I’ve had partners roll their eyes when I asked for help, or try to push me away when I was hard again only half an hour after we fucked.”

Nick shifts uncomfortably at the memory. “One of my exes used to complain constantly about how she was leaking all the time. Said she felt like she couldn’t wear anything except black underwear because there was always more dripping out of her. She stopped letting me finish inside her after a while. Wouldn’t even let me touch her if it had already been more than once that day. Whinged she couldn’t go anywhere without bringing extra underwear. That her thighs were always sticky. She hated the smell.”

Charlie blinks up at him, soft-eyed. He doesn’t speak — just kept his palm over Nick’s chest, where his heart was beating a little faster.

Nick’s voice drops lower. “In my last serious relationship, I even tried… being in a throuple. I thought maybe two partners could handle it better. Share the load, you know? Take turns at draining me.”

Charlie nods quietly, every part of him on alert. He feels Nick is about to share something intensely vulnerable and personal. And Charlie’s not jealous—not exactly—but something cold and possessive twists low in his gut.

“It worked for a bit,” Nick admits. “They took turns. My girlfriends, I mean. One would suck me off while the other got dressed for work. Or they’d tag out in the middle of the night—one would sleep while the other wrapped her lips around me under the covers. But even then…” He trailed off, frustration tugging at his mouth. “They got burnt out. They used to joke about scheduling their 'cum duties’ like it was a chore.”

Charlie lets out a breath, equal parts jealous and protective, but Nick keeps talking.

“It was nice. Really nice, at first, if I’m honest. They’d coordinate. One would jerk me off while the other made breakfast. They’d get playful sometimes. One would kneel between my legs while the other straddled my face, both of them moaning. Or they’d lie side by side, tits pressed together, and let me lube them up so I could fuck the seam between them. When I was really desperate, they’d both kneel on the carpet and open their mouths. Press their cheeks together so tight I could stroke between their lips like one wet, shared cunt. I’d flood one mouth, and then redirect my tip to the other mouth, until that one was full too, and keep going. Just emptying myself, back and forth between them, until my balls finally relaxed.”

Charlie makes a tiny, involuntary sound. Just imagining it makes his own cock stir.

Nick hears it. Smirks faintly. “Yeah. I know. It was fucking hot. And it made me feel like I wasn’t broken. Like they wanted to help me. Like the need didn’t disgust them.”

Nick pauses, but Charlie stays quiet. Waiting. Letting Nick share this on his own terms.

“But after a while, I started noticing the little things. My girlfriends, they…they just lost interest. They stopped automatically press their pussies into my morning wood, to let me relieve myself without asking. Stopped crawling into my lap and coaxing it out of me with a kiss and a wink. They stopped swallowing it. Instead, would just milk me right into a container and then pour it into the sink or the loo. They stopped initiating anything unless I was visibly uncomfortable. If I groaned or palmed myself through my pants, then one of them might sigh and say, ‘Alright, come here, let’s take care of that, then.’ Like it was a duty. I could tell their hearts weren’t in it anymore. I felt it every time either of them touched me.”

Charlie brushes his thumb over Nick’s knuckles, grounding him.

“Then one day I came home early,” Nick goes on, voice flat now. “I wasn’t supposed to be back until later that night — I’d planned a date, for the three of us. But I forgot my wallet, and when I walked in…The girls were in bed. Naked. Even though we had a rule—no sex without me. I heard one of them moan how much better it felt without me. Jessica was moaning, ‘God, this is so much better without all that fucking mess he always makes.’ And the Selena replied, ‘I know. I can actually taste your pussy properly now that it’s not drowning in Nick’s cum for once.’ Then Selena said how much she was loving having Jessica’s pussy all to herself for a change. They were giggling about it. I just stood there. Listening, while they 69ed and licked each other stupid, making fun of me.”

Charlie’s eyes burn.

“I walked out while they continued fucking and I never went back. They broke my heart. After that I swore I never wanted to be a burden to anyone ever again.”

Charlie presses closer to him, his voice hoarse when he finally speaks.

“You are not a burden.”

Nick looks at him then, eyes dark and guarded. “You say that now...”

Charlie shakes his head. “No. I know what you need. And I’m not scared of it. You’re not too much. I’ll take every drop. I’ll take everything those ungrateful girls threw away.”

“I’m serious, baby. I get sick if I go too long. I get fevers. Chills. I stop sleeping. You’ve got no idea how dangerous it is for me to stay full.”

“Then you’ll never be full again.”

“Fuck. Say that again.”

“You’ll never be full again,” Charlie said. “I’ll keep you empty. I’ll ride you until you’re dry. I’ll suck you until there’s nothing left.”

Nick’s mouth quirks into a faint, grateful smile. But it fades into something more serious as he adds, “You’re going to have to be more than just a boyfriend to Daddy, Charlie. You’re going to have to take on the role of two partners. Maybe more. You think you can handle that?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“But I need you to mean it. I need you to really want it. I don’t just need someone who’s willing — I need someone who craves it. Someone who loves knowing their job is to take care of me like this. Someone who can feel my balls getting full again and want to be the one who drains them.”

“I do,” Charlie says. “I want to be the one who handles all of you. However much there is, Daddy. I want your cum in my mouth every time I smile.”

Nick smiles at the pretty words.

Charlie’s fingers tighten just a little on Nick’s thigh. He takes a slow breath. Nick has just shared a vulnerability with him and Charlie wants to do the same for him.

“Since we’re being honest, Daddy,” Charlie begins, “there’s something I want to tell you too. I… I’ve struggled with an eating disorder for a while now. It’s not something I usually talk about. No one’s ever seen that side of me. No one’s ever gotten close enough to know.”

Charlie pauses, searching Nick’s eyes, finding only acceptance there.

“It’s complicated, but mostly it’s about control. Food feels like a battlefield. It’s exhausting. But… I think,” he swallows, “I really believe that being full of you, being filled with your cum, will help me feel… grounded. Like I’m carrying something real, something that connects me to you. When your cum filled me tonight...my mouth, my ass... I felt held. Like I was finally carrying something that means I belong, that I’m wanted.”

Charlie hesitates, then lets out a shaky breath. “And then there’s… my cum fetish. It’s been my secret craving, my dirty little relief. For as long as I can remember, I’ve needed to feel filled, to be covered in it, to taste it. It’s like this delicious way of feeling wanted—actually needed for something. Like my body isn't just a warzone. That it's useful for something.”

“You’re so brave, baby, for sharing that with Daddy,” Nick murmurs. “I want to fill you. To own that part of you. To make you feel so, so useful to Daddy.”

Charlie smiles, already feeling the fragile beginnings of trust.

“Fuck, baby. Say...you know what’s fucked up?” Nick murmurs, voice low and rough. “I’ve only known you for a few hours, but, I’m already in love with you.”

Charlie’s breath stutters.

Nick smiles faintly. “Does that scare you?”

Charlie shakes his head immediately, wide-eyed. “No, Daddy.”

“I know we only met tonight,” Nick adds roughly, “but I don’t give a fuck. You let me inside you like that, gave yourself to me like you belong to me—and I know it in my bones. I love you. Tell me you love me too. Say you love Daddy back.”

“I do love you,” Charlie says without any hesitation. “I love you, Daddy.”

Nick groans, like the words go straight through him. “Fuck. That’s it. This is what I wanted.” He pulls Charlie into his chest, mouth pressed hot and reverent to his temple. “You were made for me. I knew it from the first second I saw you, walking out your door across the street the day I moved in. I thought — there’s a sweet little thing, just for me. A perfect boy. You'll stay here and look after Daddy forever, won't you? Like a good boy.”

Charlie whimpers, clinging to him, flushed and dizzy. “It’s just crazy—”

“Don’t care,” Nick growls. “The world can think whatever it wants. You’re mine now.”

“Yours,” Charlie whispers. “I want to take care of you. Every part of you.”

Nick grins against his skin. “You’re going to help Daddy with his condition, aren’t you? Be the one good enough to keep up?”

“I want all of it. I want you needy and aching and full. I want to make it better.”

“I can tell. You showed up tonight ready to ruin yourself for me. To take care of me like nobody else ever has. And I need that. You hear me? I need you. I need you to take it all. All of me. I need someone whose first instinct is to beg to be used, not someone who gets tired or complains or acts like it’s a burden. Say it, baby. Say you love Daddy again.”

“I love you, Daddy,” Charlie breathes, barely able to get the words out fast enough. “I love your cock, I love how much you cum, I love that you need it all the time. I love being the one who gets to take it.”

Nick groans, eyes fluttering shut for a second like it’s too much. “God, you were fucking made for me.”

“I think I was,” Charlie whispers, dazed. “I really do think I was born for this. To be yours. To serve you. To be full of you, all the time.”

Nick pulls him in, mouths at his throat, his jaw. “You’re gonna take care of Daddy better than anyone else ever could. Better than two people. Better than ten. I’ll never need anyone else again.”

“And I’ll never want anyone else’s cum,” Charlie says, eyes shining, almost tearful with how turned on he is. “Only yours. Only ever you.”

Nick pants against his skin, overwhelmed. “We’re sick,” he says, smiling into Charlie’s neck. “Completely fucking sick. We met a few hours ago and we’re already obsessed.”

Charlie nods, clinging to him. “I don’t care. I already love being obsessed with you. I love needing this. I want to drown in you.”

“And I want you bloated with it, baby boy,” Nick growls. “I want you leaking down your thighs when you walk. I want people to see you and know you belong to me—just from the way you smell .”

Charlie whimpers. “Yes, Daddy.”

Nick tilts his chin again, eyes glittering. “You’re gonna help me. Every day. Every time I need it. You’re gonna beg Daddy for it like the good little cum-drunk thing you are.”

Charlie moans, already nodding. “Always. I’ll keep you so nice and empty. I want to do that for my Daddy.”

“You’re already doing that,” Nick says. “You’re everything Daddy has ever wanted. Don’t let anyone tell you this is too fast, okay? Don’t listen to them. They don't know us. You feel it too. I know you do.”

“I do,” Charlie breathes. “I feel it. It’s not fast—it’s just right.”

“Good boy,” Nick murmurs. “You take care of your Daddy like the good and special boy that you are… and Daddy will give you more cum than anyone ever could.”

—

Nick doesn’t pull out. Won’t. He’s still buried deep, his cock softening just slightly inside Charlie, but his grip stays iron-tight.

“You don’t know what you’ve done,” he says low in Charlie’s ear. “Letting me cum like this. Letting me stay in. Letting me fill you.”

Charlie’s fingers curl into his arms. “I wanted it.”

“Good.” Nick kisses his jaw, possessive and slow. “Because it’s not optional now. You’re going to keep me empty.”

Charlie flushes. “Yeah?”

“You have to,” Nick murmurs, nuzzling his throat. “I’m not made to stay full. It builds. Always has. It gets heavy, hot. Like pressure behind my ribs. Doesn’t matter how many times I jerk off, how much I spill. I stay aching.”

He slides a hand down Charlie’s stomach, over his belly, palm broad and claiming. “But you…”

Charlie’s breath catches. “Me?”

“Yeah. Your body pulled it out of me like you were made for it. I didn’t just come, baby. I emptied myself into you.”

Charlie moans, soft and shaky.

“And now?” Nick breathes. “Now I feel clean. Clear. Fucking alive. You think I’m ever going to let that go?”

Charlie’s moans and cums into his own hand, wet and fast.

Nick grins. “Mm. That’s what I thought.” He rolls his hips slowly, grinding into the slick warmth of Charlie’s well lubed ass. “You feel how soft I am inside you? That’s what I need. To stay like this. Spent. Relaxed. Emptied.”

“And I get to do that for you?” Charlie asks, voice small, stunned.

Nick looks down at him, eyes dark with hunger and calm authority. “No. You don’t just get to. You have to. From now on.”

Charlie’s breath hitches.

“You’re my little drain,” Nick whispers, lips brushing his ear. “My outlet. I’ll keep you full, and you’ll keep me empty. That’s the deal.”

Charlie whimpers.

Nick chuckles. “Poor thing. You don’t even know what you’ve signed up for. I won’t be able to hold it back. Not when you’re near. My body knows yours now. Starts building pressure the second you touch me. I’ll wake up hard. I’ll stay hard. I’ll need to come inside you, again and again, or it backs up and I start seeing red.”

Charlie swallows hard, eyes huge.

“You’re gonna take it every day,” Nick murmurs. “Every fucking morning. Before breakfast. Before anything. You want Daddy sane? You want Daddy sweet?”

Charlie nods, fast. “Yes.”

“Then you ride me,” Nick growls, “or you open your mouth and you milk me.”

Charlie bites his lip. “I want to.”

“I know you do. That’s why you’re mine.”

He slides his hand down Charlie’s spine, still inside him, still leaking warmth.

“And now I’m gonna breed you again,” he breathes.

“Please,” Charlie whispers, dazed.

Nick smirks. “That’s it. You’ll beg for this cock every day. And I’ll fill you until I’m dry. That’s how I stay sane. That’s how you stay mine.”

Chapter 4: A New Beginning

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The sun has barely breached the horizon when Charlie stirs — not from the light, but from the grip tightening around his waist.

Nick’s arm is heavy and hot against his belly. His chest pressed flush to Charlie’s back. And even before Charlie was fully awake, he felt it: Nick’s cock, hard and thick again, already pushing between his cheeks.

“Fuck, Daddy,” Charlie breathes, still fuzzy with sleep. “Already?”

“Mm,” Nick rumbles, using his huge hand to pull apart Charlie’s ass cheeks.

His mouth is hot on Charlie’s shoulder, his breath damp and hungry. He is grinding now, not fast, not urgent — just heavy, steady pressure, like his body is moving on instinct.

“It’s back,” Nick murmurs. “That ache. Started building the second I woke up. Thought maybe I’d give you a break. Thought I’d jerk off in the shower. But I didn’t even make it out of bed.”

Charlie squirms, the motion making Nick groan deep and bite lightly at his shoulder.

“Daddy needs you,” Nick growls. “Need your hole. Need to be inside my baby. Now.”

Charlie arches back without hesitation, so fucked up and sore from last night. Nick carefully pulls the huge plug out that he had used to help keep Charlie open and packed full of cum, last night, as they both fell into a boneless sleep at around four in the morning, and Charlie's hole flutters open like his body remembers how good it feels to be filled.

Nick replaces the giant plug with his cock, sinking in slowly, inch by inch, both of them moaning as he seated himself all the way to the hilt.

“Fuck,” Nick groans. “That’s it. That’s exactly what I need.”

Charlie gasps. “You’re so—fuck—you’re throbbing—”

“Because I’m full again,” Nick grits out, dragging his hips back and driving in deep. “Full to the brim. My balls are heavy, baby, I need you to drain them for Daddy. You remember what I told you?”

Charlie nods desperately. “Y-yeah.”

“Say it.”

“You need me to keep you empty,” Charlie whispers, voice trembling from the force of the thrusts.

Nick snarls low in approval. “That’s right. My pressure valve. My sweet little vessel.”

His thrusts grow harder now, but never fast. He fucks Charlie with slow, steady, possessive strokes, like he is depositing something in him with every thrust.

“You take it so well,” Nick rasps. “Clenching around me like you’re made for this. My cock’s home. My release.”

Charlie whines, pushing back, so greedy for it.

Nick bends to his ear again, voice hushed but sharp. “You think I’ll ever jerk off again, knowing what it feels like to wake up hard and have this waiting for me?”

“No, Daddy,” Charlie moans.

“Damn right,” Nick growls. “You’re gonna take me every morning. Before your feet touch the floor. Before you open your pretty eyes. You’ll open for me.”

Charlie’s eyes flutters shut, overstimulated, soaked, bliss-drunk.

“Daddy will pump you full,” Nick pants, pace quickening. “Again. And again. And again. Fuck. So good for me. So sweet. Gonna fuck a baby into you now, my love.”

Charlie’s mouth opens, but no sound comes. He’s overwhelmed with joy and hard as a rock. Nick drives in deep, groaning as he bottoms out and spills inside him again — a flood of thick, hot cum, Charlie gasping at the sheer volume of it.

Nick sags forward, panting, his cock twitching inside the heat of Charlie’s body. He wraps his arm around Charlie’s waist and gives Charlie’s cock five or six good firm tugs, and within seconds, Charlie is spilling into Nick’s hand.

“Jesus,” Nick murmurs. “Fuck. That’s better. Just what Daddy needed.”

Charlie lies boneless beneath him.

“Say thank you to Daddy.”

“Thank you so much, Daddy.”

“Still full from last night and you took it anyway. You’re such a good boy for me.”

Charlie whimpers softly.

Nick kisses behind his ear. “Don’t worry. Daddy will fuck it all back into you if it leaks.”

—

Nick: I miss you already, baby boy

Nick: how is my baby doing?

Nick: you've been gone an hour and already feels like a lifetime

Charlie: I miss you too Daddy

Charlie: still so full of you

Charlie: still taste you on my lips

Nick: that’s my good boy

Nick: my cock’s already aching to fill you again

Charlie: I want to be your good boy all day, Daddy

Charlie: ready to drain you whenever you need

Nick: I know

Nick: my balls are swollen tight, leaking for you already

Charlie: mmm

Charlie: I wish I was there to drain you all over again

Charlie: stupid college

Nick: you’re the only one who can make me feel this empty and calm

Nick: I need you all day

Charlie: I’ll be thinking about your cock making me empty all day

Nick: you’re my little cum catcher

Nick: don’t forget who your mouth belongs to ok?

Charlie: I won’t, Daddy. I’m your good boy. always ready

Charlie: I wish I could stay, Daddy

Charlie: I do have to go to college though

Nick: I know, baby

Nick: just promise me you’ll think about me every minute

Charlie: I will Daddy

Nick: my cock is already twitching thinking about your mouth

Nick: can’t wait to fill you again tonight

Charlie: if I say I’m feeling sick, maybe I can leave work early this afternoon…?

Nick: no. you stay. I’ll blow a fat load in you when you get home

Charlie: ok Daddy :)

—

As Charlie sits through his endless morning lecture, he can’t help but feel slightly dejected for having to stay in school. He wonders how well Daddy is managing his condition without him there to help him? Probably jerking off as a normal, only now fantasizing even more about his boy.

—

Charlie: can you teach me more tonight? I want to be perfect for you

Nick: you already are perfect

Nick: the most perfect boy who ever lived

Nick: but yes, I have so much to show you, baby

Charlie: my mouth is watering just thinking about it

Nick: my cock is desperate for you. I’m going to ruin you tonight

Charlie: I’m your good boy

Charlie: want you to use me, Daddy

—

Now it's mid afternoon and Charlie is trying to make time go faster, so he can get to the end of his shift at the cafe.

—

Charlie: tell me what a good boy I am for you, Daddy

Nick: you’re my perfect little fuck toy

Nick: taking my cock so well for your first time last night

Nick: you made Daddy feel so much better

Charlie: :)

Nick: I’m counting the hours till you’re on your knees again

Charlie: I live for your cum, Daddy

Charlie: I want to be so useful for you

Nick: I’m gonna fill you up and watch you swallow it down like the good boy you are

Charlie: I want you to be proud of me, Daddy

Nick: I am

Nick: you’re my boy now

Nick: mine to use and care for

Charlie: I love you, Daddy. I’m yours completely

Nick: I love you too baby

—

Charlie is almost delirious with excitement on the bus on the way home.

—

Charlie: almost home, Daddy

Charlie: five minutes x

Nick: ok baby

Charlie: ...

Charlie: just ok?

Nick: sorry

Nick: Daddy is aching

Nick: hurry

Nick: I love you

Nick: I need you so bad

Charlie: :( Daddy

Charlie: hold on

Charlie: I’m almost there

—

As soon as he gets to Nick’s apartment, Charlie throws off his backpack and yells, “Daddy?”

“Yeah?” Nick replies from the living room. He doesn’t sound that well.

Charlie rushes in to see Nick sitting on the couch. No clothes. His cock is erect and hanging over a bucket between his legs and a small stream of thick cum continuously leaks from the tip into it.

Without a second thought or hesitation, Charlie rushes in, down onto his knees ,and grabs Nick’s cock to bring the leaky tip into his mouth. Finally. It’s been almost twelve hours. Now he has Daddy’s cum.

Charlie plays around with the cum on his tongue before swallowing. So good. And more keeps coming. Albeit too slowly.

Charlie gets to work immediately, and starts jerking, licking, kissing, and sucking the massive cock. It quickly grows even bigger and harder between his hands and lips. It radiates that pleasant heat and throbs with excitement. All clear signs of love and lust. And Charlie wants to reciprocate it. Daddy deserves all the pleasure Charlie can give him. His fat cock deserves to be worshiped by his boyfriend who he takes such good care of. And, in return, Charlie deserves to be filled with all the tasty, warm, thick, creamy, cum weighing down his huge balls as a reward for being such a good boyfriend.

Cum keeps flowing out of Nick’s cock. Charlie hungrily laps it up and lets it linger in his mouth as he sucks and licks Daddy’s great cock. It makes the blowjob that much tastier and gives Charlie a nice appetizer for what is to come.

“Cum for me, Daddy,” Charlie says as best he can with cum in his mouth and cock between his lips. “Cum in me, Daddy. Please. Fill my little mouth with your cum. I want it. I need it. Fill me with your thick… tasty… cum.” Charlie swallows the cum and pulls back after giving the tip a big, wet, passionate kiss.

Nick sits still on the couch, only looking down on him with eyes filled with a strange mixture of lust, pleasure, and great discomfort. His hands tensely grip the seat on his sides. He must really need to cum. Charlie can’t help but feel a pang of guilt for having left him all day without him to help him with his hyperspermia.

“Don’t worry, Daddy,” Charlie says while looking up at Nick with his biggest puppy eyes. All the while his hands keep jerking off his fat shaft. It’s hard work with how big it is. “I’m here. You can cum now.”

Charlie places the tip against his cheek to feel it throb. Nick is getting close. He groans a little, but doesn’t cum.

“You want to cum in me, don’t you?”

Charlie takes the tip back into his mouth and swirls his tongue around. A second later the small stream of cum from the tip is replaced by a sudden jet. It takes Charlie by surprise and triggers his gag reflexes. Though he’s determined, and suppresses a cough and presses down his lips, ensuring that not a single drop of the precious fluid escapes.

How he’s waited. This cum belongs in him. So creamy. So yummy.

A wonderful warmth spreads throughout his body and his mind feels like it’s sinking into a pleasant hot bath after having wandered through a cold storm. Charlie thinks he might very well be addicted. Though is that a bad thing?

Even after Charlie’s stomach is filled so much he can’t take more without the risk of vomiting, the white cream keeps flowing seemingly without end. When he really feels he can’t take any more inside, he takes the cock and directs down into the bucket.

The cum flows out of Nick’s cock. Both hands hold the shaft and slowly and firmly pump it until Nick starts to feel lighter and softer.

When the flow finally stops, the bucket is heavy. So much cum. Charlie can’t help but lick his lips at the sight of it, despite his stomach complaining about being too full.

“Thank you, baby,” Nick eventually says, exhaling on controlled breaths, clearly absolutely relieved from getting to cum.

“Couldn’t cum without me, Daddy?” Charlie says and plants a loving, long, passionate kiss on the fat cock, also licking up the last little drop of cum to taste and swallow.

“Hmm,” Nick only mumbles as he gives Charlie a small nod.

Charlie closes his eyes and lets the taste linger on his tongue.

He’s never been more fulfilled in his life.

—

Charlie lies on his stomach, the sheets under him cool and damp, and lets his eyes fall closed as he swallows down the last of it with a contented inhale, his eyes fluttering shut.

God, he’s getting good at this.

Nick is sprawled beside him, panting—wrecked and pliant, his cock finally softening against his thigh. Charlie’s lips are swollen. His jaw aches. His throat is sore in the best way. He feels—high. Gleaming.

He shifts just enough to wipe his mouth on the back of his hand, then props himself up slightly, cheek against Nick’s thigh, tracing the line of his hipbone with lazy reverence. Nick doesn’t move. He’s trembling faintly, still deep in his afterglow, lashes fluttering, hair damp at his temples.

Charlie smiles. God, he loves him like this—spent, blissed out, safe. Safe, because Charlie had helped. Because Charlie had done that. He always wants to be the reason Nick looks like that.

And it’s only been three days.

Three days since they met. Three days once they made it official. Three days of sleeping in the same bed. Three days of slowly but surely adjusting their lives around Nick’s condition. Of learning the rhythm of his needs, which are far more intense than Charlie ever would have even imagined to be possible.

He knew Nick would need release multiple times per day. He hadn’t realized how needy he could get—how his cock would ache again just 30 or 40 minutes after coming, how sometimes he’d go three or four times in a row before the pressure subsided. How the discomfort came on gradually, then all at once—how Nick would try to hide it at first, get quiet, distracted, withdrawn, until Charlie coaxed it out of him with a soft voice and gentle hands.

Charlie has learned how to see it now. The tension behind Nick’s eyes. The restless shifts of his hips. The slight change in his breathing when the weight starts building in his balls. He doesn’t wait for Nick to ask anymore. He knows.

And the thing is—he loves it.

He’s always had a cum fetish, though he never said it like that out loud. It was just a fact of his life—his desire sharpened by mess, by volume, by heat. His mouth would water at the sight of a dripping cock in porn, the idea of being covered, filled, used. And he’d always wanted to be useful. Good.

And now it’s real. Now he’s living it—servicing the same cock every day, sometimes seven, eighttimes, catching the rhythm of Nick’s body like a second heartbeat. He’s tasted him in the morning, the afternoon, late at night. He knows the difference between Nick’s desperate spurting release and the heavy, endless drenching ones that come when he’s been holding back for hours.

He’s had Nick’s cum in his mouth more times this week than food.

Charlie needs it now. His body gets hungry for it—tongue slicking over his lips the moment Nick’s cock twitches with need. His hands shake with anticipation when he feels Nick starting to throb in his throat. His spine goes soft when he’s praised for it—when Nick calls him his good boy, his perfect cock-sleeve, his cumdrunk little angel.

Charlie smiles against Nick’s skin and hums, softly. Nick strokes his hair without looking, already half-asleep. He always crashes hard after his third orgasm.

Charlie gently shifts down the bed and presses a kiss to the curve of Nick’s softening cock, whispering, “You’re safe, Daddy. I’ve got you. Always.”

—

On their fourth day together as boyfriends, the night is starting to fall.

It starts with Charlie curled up between Nick’s legs, his head resting on Nick’s thigh, fingers trailing up the thick length still softening against his stomach. They’re both freshly showered, half-dressed, sprawled out on the bed with no urgency to move.

Four days after they first met. After they first fucked. After they first told each other they are in love, started calling each other boyfriends.

The happiest four days of Charlie's life.

Four days into something so heady and consuming it feels like their bodies haven't stopped humming since the moment it started.

Nick is playing with Charlie’s curls. His other hand is settled on Charlie’s back, fingers splayed possessively. Nick’s soft right now. Relaxed. Sated. But Charlie knows that won’t last long.

“You know I’ve been thinking...” Nick murmurs.

Charlie glances up, eyes heavy-lidded, still glowing from the evening’s session — from the way Nick had taken him slow, then fast, then slow again. How he hadn’t stopped until he was spent, until Charlie was left gasping and dripping and wrecked. He’s plugged up now; able to withstand having a large plug in his ass most hours of the day now, lubed up with Nick’s cum from the previous session, ready to be sunk into at a moment’s notice.

“Mm?”

Nick’s voice goes a little rough. “About your mouth.”

Charlie perks up, biting his lip. “What about it, Daddy?”

“About how...well. You know my hyperspermia is about more than just getting off, right?”

“I know, Daddy.”

“I need to be emptied. I can do it with my hand,” Nick goes on, dragging his palm down over Charlie’s spine, “or even if you use yours. I’ve done it plenty. Obviously it’s been my only option, when I’ve been single, although, I have hired the odd sex worker or two when I’ve felt really in need. Hands...I mean, they relieve the ache, sure — it does take the edge off.”

“But it’s not the same,” Charlie whispers.

“Not even close.”

Charlie licks his lips, already breathless. “Tell me why.”

Nick huffs a quiet laugh, pleased by the request. He shifts a little, spreading his thighs wider, letting Charlie’s head drop to rest against the inside of one.

“It’s the suction,” Nick explains. “Your mouth creates this pressure I can’t get with my hand. It’s rhythmic. Deep. It draws more from me than anything else. It doesn’t just help me come, baby — it drains me.”

Charlie moans under his breath, pressing a kiss to Nick’s thigh. “That’s what I want, Daddy. I want to drain you. I want to be the only one who can.”

Nick sighs, but it’s the thoughtful kind, not the tired kind. “When it’s hyperspermia like mine — that kind of constant production — there’s always more sitting deep. The body doesn’t just fire it all out unless you pull it.”

Charlie blinks. “Pull it?”

Nick nods. “Your mouth does something my hand can’t. Negative pressure. Tongue motion. It draws everything out — even the stuff further back, the stuff my body wouldn’t release on its own.”

“So... it’s more effective.”

“Way more,” Nick confirms. “Jerking off helps, yeah — relieves surface pressure. And sometimes that’s all I need. But if I’m full to the brim?” He squeezes Charlie’s hip gently. “Nothing clears Daddy out like your mouth.”

"I mean, I get it — I’ve seen how much it helps when I suck you off. You’re calm after. You sleep better. But when it’s your hand, or mine, it’s like... not enough?”

“Exactly, baby. And you’re so good at it,” Nick murmurs. “So fucking greedy for it. You suck me like I’m the only thing that’ll feed you.”

Charlie squirms, helplessly hard now. His whole body responds to Nick’s words, every nerve ending tuned to the praise.

“Because you are,” Charlie whimpers. “I want every drop. I want to taste it, feel it hit the back of my throat. I want to wake up with your cock in my mouth and your cum in my belly.”

Nick groans, low and dark, his hand fisting lightly in Charlie’s hair. “Fuck, baby. You say shit like that and you’re gonna get your wish.”

Charlie nuzzles closer, pressing kisses up the underside of Nick’s cock, slow and teasing. “I’m your little cumdump, remember? Your vessel. Your pressure valve. You made me this.”

Nick cups the back of his head, tilts his chin up. “I know. And now that I have you around, I think if I had to go back to using my hand, I’d fucking lose it.”

Charlie’s heart thuds. “So we make it the default?”

Nick nods. “Your mouth first. Unless Daddy tells you otherwise.”

Charlie moans. “God. Yes. Please. I want that. I need that.”

“But—” Nick lifts a finger, voice dipping into something instructive. “We’re still gonna keep our options open. Because there’ll be times it’s too much. If I’ve already cum a few times that day, for example, or if I’m too raw, too sensitive. Your suction can overstimulate me. It can tip me over the edge into something painful.”

Charlie nods slowly, storing this vital information away. “Okay. So it depends.”

“Exactly,” Nick says. “It’s about managing the pressure, not just chasing release.”

Charlie pauses. Then: “Would it help if I milked you in the morning? Before you get that ache?”

Nick groans softly, eyes fluttering shut for a second like he’s picturing it. “Baby, that’d be heaven. Waking up to your mouth, draining me before it builds too much — fuck. Yeah. That’d help a lot.”

Charlie stills, attentive. “So we watch for that.”

Nick nods. “Exactly. Sometimes I’ll need your hand instead. It's definitely a softer, less intense way of helping me. And sometimes I’ll want to fuck it out of myself — slow and deep into your hole, just to soothe the burn.”

Charlie shivers, brain flooding with all the images.

“But, most of the time?” Nick curls his hand around the back of Charlie’s neck. “I’ll need that perfect little mouth. On your knees. Tongue out. Lips tight. Hungry.”

Charlie’s breath catches. “Yes, Daddy.”

“No wasting it. You hear me?”

Charlie shakes his frantically. “Not a drop. Never.”

They fall into silence for a moment — heavy, charged.

“You think I’d ever want anything less than a good little boyfriend who opens his mouth and asks for Daddy’s load like it’s his birthright?”

Charlie whines, lips parting. “Fuck. Say that again.”

Nick smirks. “You heard me. That mouth is mine. That throat is mine. And now that we’ve agreed on it?” He curls a finger under Charlie’s chin. “I expect you on your knees at least four times a day. Throat open. Ready to serve.”

Charlie moans helplessly, already shifting, already lowering himself down the bed.

“Go on then,” Nick says softly. “Show me how good you are. Milk your Daddy dry.”

—

Charlie lies sprawled across Nick’s chest, boneless, his belly glowing with all the delicious cum humming inside it.

The room smells like sex. Like sweat and spit and the lingering salt of what Nick fed him minutes ago, groaned into his throat with both his hands firm in Charlie’s hair.

They’ve been quiet for a while. Then Nick says, “You wanna know something dumb?”

Charlie tilts his face up, smiling. “Always.”

Nick hums. “You ever have moments where you wish you could go back and undo things? Not because they were bad, but just… pointless, I guess. Holding space for something better.”

Charlie blinks. “Like what?”

Nick’s eyes drift up to the ceiling. His voice is quiet. “Back when I was first dealing with this thing—hyperspermia—I didn’t know how to manage it. I was single, horny all the time, and couldn’t go more than an hour or two without aching. I was desperate. Didn’t know what else to do. So I hired someone.”

Charlie’s breath catches, but not from jealousy—more from the quiet intimacy of the confession. Not in surprise — Nick’s been honest from the start, and Charlie’s never once judged him for needing help managing his condition. But it’s the way he says it. So unguarded. Trusting. Charlie shifts slightly, draping his arm across Nick’s belly.

“Guy came over,” Nick continues, his voice matter-of-fact but not cold. “Big hands, knew what he was doing. Had me sit on the couch, straddled my thighs, used this warm little jar of oil. Worked me slow. Drained me into a bowel—three times, I think. Told me it was the most he’d ever seen.”

Charlie’s cock gives a lazy throb. He says nothing, just listens, his cheek still pressed to Nick’s skin.

“He was nice,” Nick says. “Not rough or impersonal. He even asked if I needed a fourth, but I was wiped.”

Charlie’s voice is barely above a whisper. “Did it help?”

“For a bit,” Nick admits. “But not like you do. Wasn’t the same.”

Charlie lifts his head. “Why not?”

Nick smiles softly. “That guy gave me relief. But you give me purpose.”

Charlie makes a strangled sound and buries his face in Nick’s chest, trying to hide how hard that hits. But Nick’s not done.

“There was a girl, too,” Nick says. “A few months later. Pretty. Kind. She let me fuck her tits, then her mouth, kept stroking me through the finish. Didn’t say a word about how much there was, just swallowed what she could and wiped the rest off her chest like it was normal. I tipped her double.”

Charlie can’t help it. His hips shift against Nick, just a little. “And?”

Nick huffs a quiet laugh. “And it still didn’t touch what we have. I’ve never seen someone get off on it like you do. Never had someone call it Daddy’s milk and beg to be fed. You make it feel holy.”

Charlie lets out a soft whimper. “Fuck.”

“You like hearing that?”

Charlie nods against his chest. “Yeah.”

Nick tilts his head. “You wanna know what else?”

Charlie pulls back just enough to look up at him.

Nick’s smile is wicked and reverent all at once. “If I could go back and save every drop I wasted on towels and tissues, I’d give it all to you now. Let you kneel and swallow it one load at a time, until your belly’s warm and full of everything I ever had.”

Charlie groans and pushes their hips together. “Nick—”

“Shh,” Nick murmurs. “You’ve got me now. Every drop. Only yours.”

Charlie’s thighs clench involuntarily around Nick’s, heat licking back to life low in his gut. Nick’s voice, that reverent growl, has him nearly breathless—especially the way he says things like “only yours” and means it.

Charlie licks softly over the base of Nick’s cock, already half-hard again. “I’d earn it. I’d be good. Let you use my mouth like a pump. Just tell me when to open up, Daddy, and I’ll do the rest.”

Nick groans, thick fingers burying in Charlie’s hair. “You always do.”

Charlie smiles, pressing kisses down the length of him. “You wanna know the truth?” he whispers. “When you told me about that girl—her wiping you up like it was nothing—I got jealous.”

Nick’s hips twitch. “Yeah?”

Charlie hums. “Not because you fucked her. Because she got to help. Because someone else got to do what I’m supposed to do. And I wasn’t there to kneel. Wasn’t there to thank you with my mouth.”

“Baby…”

“I want it all,” Charlie murmurs. “The ache. The excess. The mess. Let me take care of it. Let me clean you up and make you come again, and again, until you can’t even think. I’ll be quiet. I’ll be good. I’ll swallow every drop and then thank you for letting me.”

Nick pulls him up suddenly, kissing him hard, almost desperate. Charlie moans into it, writhing, dizzy from the intensity of it all.

“Fuck,” Nick pants. “You want to serve Daddy, sweetheart? Then get back down there. Show me.”

Charlie’s already sinking to his elbows, licking his lips, reverent and hungry. “Yes, Daddy.”

—

On their fifth day together, Charlie fumbles with his keys at the door, fingers stiff from too many coffee cups and a broken dishwasher that had forced him to scrub by hand for the last two hours of his shift. He had been roped in to working a double shift at the last minute and had been out of the house since eight that morning. His limbs ache. His shirt smells like espresso.

But he doesn’t care about any of that.

Not when he steps inside and sees the look on Nick’s face.

Nick is slouched against the armrest of the couch, legs parted, jaw clenched, his eyes locked on the door the moment it opened. He looks pale. Sweaty. Tense all over. His hand is balled into a fist on the cushion, not on his cock—which tells Charlie everything. He looks wrecked. His cock is straining hard and leaking into a container on the floor, his whole body coiled tight with the need for relief.

“Daddy,” Charlie says, dropping his bag immediately, all exhaustion gone as he crosses the room. “Why didn’t you text me? I could’ve gotten a cab home.”

“I didn’t want to bother you,” Nick rasps, voice thin and tight with discomfort. “You were busy. But I—it’s bad, baby. I didn’t expect it to get this bad.”

Charlie drops to his knees between Nick’s legs, one hand already on his thigh, the other stroking gently over his hip. “You should have said something. I want to be bothered, Nick.”

Nick lets out a low groan, leaning his head back as Charlie pressed a kiss to his inner thigh.

“Thirteen hours,” Nick mutters. “That’s the longest we’ve gone.”

“I know. I’m sorry, Daddy. Let me help.”

Nick doesn’t need to be told twice. He shifts his hips and let Charlie take over—gentle, skilled, fast. His hips buck up the moment Charlie’s mouth closes over him, hips jerking like he can’t help it, like it had hurt him so much to hold it in. And Charlie—Charlie fucking loves it. Loves how heavy Nick’s cock is on his tongue, how thick and full he feels, how fast the tension turns to shuddering pleasure once he starts sucking properly.

It doesn’t take long. Nick is wound up tight, and Charlie knows him well by now, how to coax and drain and soothe. He swallows every drop, eyes fluttering shut in relief as Nick sags into the cushions above him. It is so much, Charlie swallows greedily, like a man starved. He lives for this now. His own cock was hard, throbbing in his jeans, but he didn’t say a word about it. His satisfaction was already leaking down his throat.

Charlie didn’t let go when it was done. He stayed there, lips soft against the base of Nick’s cock, stroking over his thighs as Nick trembled through the aftershocks.

“I hated that,” Nick murmurs after a while.

Charlie blinks. “What?”

“Today. You being gone that long. Not just because I needed you,” he adds quickly, “although—fuck, I did. But… I missed you. So much. And I hated how I felt when you weren’t here.”

Charlie goes quiet, cheek pressed against Nick’s chest. He can hear the slow, tired thump of Nick’s heart, still calming down.

“You don’t have to feel like that,” Charlie says eventually. “You know… I was thinking. Maybe I should quit the café.”

Nick freezes for a second.

“I mean it,” Charlie continues, lifting his head. “I’ve been doing some research about it. What if...what if I was to apply to be your carer? I can apply for the allowance, study from home, and look after you full-time, and get paid benefits for doing so. No more shifts. No more being away for hours and hours while you’re sitting here in pain. I want this.”

Nick stares at him.

“Baby…”

“I’m not saying it lightly,” Charlie says. “You need support, and I want to be that support. I love looking after you. I’ve never felt more purposeful. You’d be working from home anyway. I’d be here. I could do most of my college lectures online. Drain you as needed. Keep you comfortable. We could build our life around this.”

Nick exhales, stunned. “You’d really give up your job? Just to suck me off eight times a day?”

Charlie grins. “I’m not giving up anything, Daddy. I’m getting something. I’m getting to do what I love, with the man I love, every day. It’s not work. It’s heaven.”

Nick looks at him like he wants to cry.

Nick leans forward, resting his heavy, sated cock against Charlie’s cheek, smearing him with slick. “I used to jerk off thinking about that. Having a caretaker. My own personal cum addict, always ready to drop to their knees the second I twitch. Mouth open, hungry, mine.”

Charlie’s mouth actually waters.

“Fuck,” Charlie whispers.

“I mean it,” Nick murmurs. “You work too hard. You’re gone too long. And I can’t stop thinking about you when you’re gone, knowing I’m leaking for you, aching for you. I need you here.”

“Let’s fill in the forms tomorrow,” Charlie whispers. “We’ll make it official. Let me take care of you properly, Daddy.”

“I’ve always wanted this,” Nick says, after a lingering silence of kissing Charlie. “Not just the sex. Not just the relief. But… someone. Here. With me. Someone who understands. Someone who wants to help. A caretaker. I...I’ve been lonely a lot in my life, baby. But not now. Not now that I have you.”

Sometimes, Charlie cannot believe that Nick has chosen Charlie to be his caretaker.

Nick smiles. “We’ll apply for the carer’s allowance. You can study from home. Stay right here with me. You take care of my cock, and let Daddy take care of everything else.”

Charlie's fingers clutch at Nick’s thighs, desperate for contact.

“God, I’d love that,” Charlie gasps. “I’d keep you so fucking empty, Daddy. You’d never ache again.”

Nick grins wider. “And I’d keep you full. Every hole. Every day.”

Charlie is panting now. His brain is melted, dick rock hard, eyes shining with awe and lust.

Nick’s voice drops. “We're agreed, then. Tomorrow we start the paperwork. And Daddy stops sharing you with anyone.”

Charlie nods, feeling his whole wonderful life with Nick stretch ahead in front of him like a dream. “Yes, Daddy.”

Notes:

I've updated the tags because my beta pointed out that if Charlie is going to be Nick's caretaker, this is actually now officially a sickfic...of sorts.
If you've been enjoying the story, I would love to hear from you :)

Chapter 5: A Co-Dependency

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Cum. Delicious, creamy cum.

Charlie likes the taste. He’s not going to pretend otherwise.

Nick’s cum is so warm and thick on his tongue, sometimes salty, sometimes a little sweet—never exactly the same twice. That unpredictability only makes it more addictive. There are mornings it’s mellow and soft, almost creamy, and nights when it hits sharp and musky, bitter in a way that makes Charlie's mouth water.

He loves how it coats the back of his throat. How it clings to the insides of his cheeks. He loves holding it there before swallowing, letting the heat of it settle into him.

The smell too—God, the smell. As soon as Nick starts leaking, Charlie catches it in the air. His brain goes soft around the edges when it hits. It’s comforting in a feral, animal wa. The scent of someone he serves, someone he’s perfect for.

It’s not just a kink. It’s a craving. A way to be useful. To keep going until Nick gives everything and Charlie drinks it to prove how much he loves Daddy.

Sometimes it’s just yummy. Other times it feels almost spiritual.

But mostly, it just makes Charlie feel right.

—

Now that Charlie is officially Nick’s carer, and receives a generous allowance from the government to be his caretaker, he has to perform certain administrative duties for the maintenance of his allowance.

Part of this is keeping a detailed log of his caretaking activities, in case he is ever audited.

This is a sample day in Charlie’s life caring for his Daddy:

Day 31 — Charlie’s roster

6:12 AM — First daily draining

Charlie wakes to Nick shifting beside him, breathing uneven, cock stiff, leaking, and searching for relief.

He’s learned to recognise it in the dark: the soft, restless shift of hips, the faint huff of breath, the wet, sticky sound of precum leaking into fabric. Nick’s cock is already painfully hard, throbbing against his briefs.

“Morning, Daddy,” Charlie murmurs, voice still sleep-rough as he slides down the bed. Nick just grunts, one hand lazily pushing his briefs down and the other pushing down Charlie’s head as Charlie’s mouth envelopes his tip.

Charlie loves this. The familiar, earthy taste that hits his tongue as he drains Daddy for the first time that day.

Log entry (phone, shared Notes app):

First draining. High volume, high pressure, quick build. Nick visibly less tense after.

7:00 AM — Sheets, surfaces, and Charlie’s prep

Charlie strips the top sheet (he rotates between three dark, moisture-wicking sets) and lays a fresh waterproof layer under the fitted sheet. He sprays the mattress protector with enzyme cleaner, wipes, air-dries with the fan on oscillate.
Charlie showers, does his morning lube prep: apply internally, wear breathable underwear. Note — reapply midday & early evening.
Charlie stretches his hips, thighs, lower back.
The cum towels go into a separate laundry basket; he runs a pre-soak in cold water + oxygen bleach to nix proteins before a hot wash.
Inventory check: lube pump bottle at 30%; adds “Refill 500 mL” to the shared list.

7:45 AM — Breakfast + second daily draining

Afterwards, Charlie pads into the kitchen, hair mussed, mouth tasting faintly of Nick’s cum. He puts on the kettle, preps coffee and smoothies, and starts breakfast while humming under his breath. Eggs frying. Toast popping. It’s domestic. His jaw aches, his lips are swollen, and his whole body is buzzing with satisfaction.

While Nick eats, Charlie kneels beside him on the couch, idly massaging Nick’s thighs—long, slow strokes with warm oil, easing out tension from the night before. If he feels Nick starting to swell again (and he often does), Charlie takes him in his hand, milking him into a clean glass they keep on the coffee table, because Nick isn’t allowed to suffer even for a moment.

Charlie rinses the glass, runs a load of laundry (cum towels, soaked pillowcases, last night’s clothes), and ticks the first few items off his daily care log.

Log:

Hydration tracking reset for the day. Goal: 2 gallons. Second draining. Note: thicker output yesterday afternoon when hydration lagged.

8:30 AM — Desk setup & silent service

Nick’s in his home office. Charlie lays a microfibre towel over Nick’s chair.
A drawer unit underneath the desk holds: pump lube, soft cloths, wipes, masturbator/stroker toys of various sizes, materials, and textures, warm compress packs (microwavable), and stack of silicone containers (clean, lids on).

Log:

Third draining, with mouth, under desk while Nick works.

10:17 AM — Fourth draining

Nick is on a Zoom call, jaw tight, eyes glassy in that way Charlie now recognises as he silently motions to Charlie, who is sitting on the bed, folding the laundry.
Protocol when he’s “on-call”: quiet, precise, quick. Minimal friction, maximum relief.

Log:

Fourth draining. Hands and masturbation sleeve. Lower volume than 8:30 but still significant.

12:30 PM — Lunch + pelvic floor check

They eat together at the kitchen bench, chatting about their days, what they want to do this weekend.
Light stretching. Charlie’s added pelvic floor relaxation exercises to Nick’s day (five minutes, twice daily). Helps with recovery and sensitivity when they’ve had an intense morning.

2:05 PM — Fifth draining + oil massage

This is their long session. Nick takes a break from work. Curtains drawn, fan on low.
Relief follows massage—it makes Nick more comfortable, and drains his balls more completely.

Log:

2:05 – Fifth draining. Mouth. Warm-up massage significantly reduced discomfort. Volume high, Nick markedly less irritable after. Schedule more thorough oil work on heavy days.

3:00 PM — Prep for the rest of the week

Charlie refills all lube pump bottles around the apartment (one at the desk, one bedside, one in the bathroom).
Orders more microfibre cloths and a second waterproof mattress protector so they can rotate without downtime.
Updates their government caretaker report on the laptop—hours of care logged, notes on increased need this fortnight.

5:20 PM — Unexpected spike and sixth draining

Nick pads out of his office, done with work for the day, hard as a rock.
Charlie handles it with the “quick soothe” protocol: hands and mouth soft, no edge play, aim for comfort over intensity.

Log:

5:20 – Spike. Fast relief protocol using mouth and hands successful. Sensitivity extreme.

6:30 PM — Dinner & evening prep

Nick cooks and cleans the kitchen while Charlie changes the sheets (again) because tonight they’re planning a long session and Charlie likes fresh linen.
He lines the bed with the waterproof layer, stacks two clean towels on the nightstand, places a glass of water and squirty bottle of lube within easy reach, plus a soft cloth to wipe Nick down between rounds if he gets sensitive.

7:30 PM — Routine check-in (emotional)

They sit on the edge of the bed, foreheads touching. Charlie asks:

“Anything feel different today?”
“Did I miss any signals?”
“Do you want me to change how I take care of you in any way?”

Nick asks back:

“Are you overwhelmed?”
“Do you still want this?”
“Do you need more reassurance from Daddy? More praise?”

8:10 PM-10:15 PM — Night relief (the long drain)

Charlie’s favorite part.
Charlie handles it with the “quick soothe” protocol: hands and mouth soft, no edge play, aim for comfort over intensity.
Once that is done, they cuddle and drowsily chit chat for awhile. Nick sucks Charlie off and spits out Charlie’s own cum into his hand, using it to lube up Charlie’s ass, ready for a long, dreamy round of anal.

Log:

8:10 – Seventh and eighth draining. Long deepthroat and face fucking, followed by hour long ass session. Excess cum that did not hold inside the ass redirected into a container. Nick totally calm and milked dry.

10:30 PM — Post-care & reset

Charlie wipes down surfaces, tosses used towels in the soak bucket, starts the quick overnight cycle.

He updates the daily log summary:

Reliefs: 8 (one spike, one long drain).
Hydration: on target.
Massage: effective — do longer session again tomorrow.
Nick: responsive and drained dry but not oversensitive.
Charlie: content, not overwhelmed. Wants extra praise tomorrow.

11:00 PM — Lights out

They curl up, Charlie tucked into Nick’s side like a lock in a key. Nick falls asleep fast. Charlie doesn’t. He lies there glowy, humming with the after-satisfaction of a day well done.

He’s bone-tired, his jaw and ass fucked raw and sore, hands slick with lotion he can still smell faintly, thighs sticky with the day.

Night (11:00 PM – 5:00 AM)

The house is quiet now. Charlie checks everything: fresh towels beside the bed, extra lube on the nightstand. He knows Nick always wake up in the middle of the night, painfully full, but it could be at any time, and Charlie’s must be alert and ready at any time to drain him.

Tonight, Nick stirs at 3:30 AM, cock already aching again as he drowsily presses it into Charlie's ass, and Charlie sleepily rolls over, takes Daddy into his throat, and drains him without a word before curling back into his arms. He makes a mental note to update the log in the morning. Excessive output of cum after six hours of build up, enough to fill Charlie’s entire belly. There is so much cum inside of Charlie’s belly that it distends, and Nick places both hands on it as he snuggles Charlie from behind, gently massaging the bulge of liquid inside his boyfriend, murmuring in his ear, “you make Daddy so happy, letting me fuck this baby inside you. So beautiful when you're full of me. You're glowing. Look so beautiful, carrying our baby.”

—

The craving inside Charlie is growing this morning.

His stomach isn’t hungry, but he feels the need to taste and swallow Nick’s cum shortly after Nick starts work that morning.

Charlie is under the desk at his feet, sorting through the drawers there, making sure they are stocked with plenty of cloths and that his desk lube bottle is full.

Having Nick’s sexy, masculine cock scent so nearby to his face, filling Charlie’s nostrils, only makes it worse.

He bites his lips and forces himself to return to his caretaker duties. He can sense, rather than tell, that Nick is slowly filling his balls with cum again, ready for his second draining of the day. Those wonderful, big balls heavy with so much creamy, delicious cum that must be aching to be drained.

After ten more minutes, Daddy, who is typing out something, obviously concentrating, reaches to his middle and pulls his sweatpants down, sitting back in his desk chair. He does not speak as his cock slaps out of his waistband and hangs aloft in the air in front of Charlie’s face, the tip pointing upwards to the underside of the desk.

Nick’s cock is fucking unbelievable. So long, so hard, and extraordinarily fat, even for its phenomenal length. Charlie loves the way it gradually grows thicker toward the middle before subtly narrowing closer to the base, with the head itself presenting a somewhat convex form with a gentle tip, swelling out to the alarmingly broad crown. Daddy’s slit is thumb-sized and weepy, leaking out beads of precum that drop towards the ground, stretching thin strings with each droplet.

Daddy’s hand comes down and pushes Charlie’s mouth towards the tip, and Charlie sighs as that pulsating heat slides against his cheek, leaving a trail of dampness. He gasps softly, and a salty taste fills his mouth as he breaths in Nick’s strong scent. He can now only just see the throbbing weapon right beside his face, the warm head drooling fluids where it is just shy of touching his ear. A thick bead is dribbling down his neck, pooling in the dip of his collarbone.

Charlie celebrates by planting a long and passionate kiss on each ball. His lips can feel the heavy balls churn with cum; lovely, tasty, thick, sticky cum. Nick’s balls deserve so much love.

After making out with his balls for a little while, Charlie’s kisses move up along the underside of the fat shaft. Daddy is already so hard. He must really long to lighten his balls and dump so much cum into his stomach. Despite not saying a word, his cock speaks loudly.

Charlie opens his mouth and drags his tongue flat against the side of that broad cock, parted lips brushing against the veiny skin. It is so warm, so pulsing full of lifegiving semen. Groaning faintly, Charlie laps at it again, one hand grabbing the Daddy’s thigh for support as his tongue lunges for more of that sensation. His other cups near the base of the cock, to keep it in place as he maps it out eagerly, slurping at one side as he slowly works his way up until he is rubbing the tip of his tongue delicately against the narrowest fold of Daddy’s cock, right under the head. Charlie is whimpering from the lust and from how hard his own dick is.

“Shhhh. Quiet, baby. Daddy’s working. Daddy’s right here… just like you need,” Nick groans as he continues typing.

Charlie whimpers again, and his first suckle at that tender spot earns Charlie a soft groan from Daddy and a sudden gush of precum that hits him in the cheek. It makes him quickly move even higher, mouth widening quite a bit before his lips can finally curl around the crown, managing to take the whole head, which is always a challenge. Tongue flicking to stroke over the massive slit, moans trembled in Charlie's throat as he starts to suckle at Daddy slowly, and Daddy says "shit, baby," and pulls Charlie down further on the length. Charlie opens his mouth wider without thinking and pushes down a few inches on Daddy's cock, before slowly dragging back until the head is catching against the inside of his lips. Then he pushes down again.

Charlie needs to take a breath so he draws off, licking up the glob of precum and lets it linger on his tongue as he starts sucking on the head for more. A trickle of cum flows into his mouth. Once his cheeks start bulging, he swallows. He repeats this action over and over. A shiver of pleasure washes over him as the thick, sticky cum glides down his throat and into his stomach, filling Charlie with a pleasurable warmth that just makes him tingle all over.

“Please cum in my mouth Daddy. Cum inside your good boy. Make my throat all sticky.”

“So desperate to make Daddy feel good…” Daddy grunts, finally glancing down at Charlie after all this time. Charlie shivers as they make the first eye contact of the session. “You gonna swallow it all like a good, well behaved cumsucking angel should?”

“I’ll be so good,” Charlie whispers devotedly. “I’ll take it all. You don’t have to hold back, Daddy.”

“God damn, baby boy. Look so pretty with your little mouth wrapped around your Daddy’s cock. You’re the best hole Daddy has ever fucked in his life.”

Charlie whines from the praise and both his hands grasp the sides of the massive shaft and pump it. By now he’s gotten quite skilled at milking Nick’s cock. He knows just the right techniques to make him cum fast. Or make him edge. When his balls are extra full, edging him makes him pump out a small stream of cum for Charlie to indulge in. But he has no plans to make Nick edge now. His stomach yearns for cum.

With his lips glued to the head, Charlie slobbers vigorously over the tip with his wet tongue. Lewd, muffled moans fill the room. It won’t be long now. Daddy loves how Charlie worships his cock and won’t hold back from rewarding his good behaviour with a fat load of with creamy cum.

Then just a little more dirty talk to encourage Daddy.

“Cum for me, Daddy,” Charlie says between kisses. “Cum in your baby boy’s hungry mouth. I’m your little cumdump. Fill me. Fill me with your Daddy cum. Fill me until I choke on it.”

“Fuck. Grope my balls, baby,” Nick demands in a gruff voice. “Milk me for it. Daddy has so much fucking cum to pour inside his baby. Ready?”

Charlie obeys, cupping each ball with his hands—they feel so tense and full. He fondles them as he sucks on the fat cock.

“Fuck yeah, Daddy, I want it all, I’m starving for a hot drink of your cum, need to drink it all, please.”

Daddy puts a hand on Charlie’s head and holds him firmly in place right as he shoots a hard jet of cum right into the back of his mouth. Daddy really wants Charlie to take all his cum and he is more than happy to give him what he wants.

“Fuck—fuck, baby—there it is, take it—take it like my perfect little mouthpet—Daddy’s cumming for you, baby...”

So much cum flows forth. Charlie really has to chug non-stop to get it all down his throat. But even as his head starts getting a little dizzy from the lack of air, he doesn’t stop swallowing. It feels too good when the sticky, hot substance slides down his throat into his belly. As Nick finishes cumming in his mouth, Charlie orgasms. He hasn’t even touched his dick.

“Hmm. Daddy,” Charlie moans into Nick’s cock as he sucks out the last drops of yummy cum like he is drinking through wide straw. Once Charlie is satisfied there’s no more cum in or on his cock, Charlie wraps his arms around the fat shaft as it slowly softens and snuggles his face into its underside. “Thank you… thank you for letting me have it. Now let me clean you, Daddy. Please. Let me lick you until you’re soft and shining.”

This is where he belongs. This is his career. He is Daddy’s professional ball drainer, cumdump, and cock snuggler.

Being Nick’s carer has given him routine. A reason to stay fed and soft and ready. A reason to keep living in his body. A body that’s not broken or starved anymore, but open. Filled.

Notes:

Is anyone still reading this? Feels like nobody is even though it has so many hits. Have decided to end this at eight chapters. Maybe nine. Leave me a comment if you're enjoying. I perish without validation haha.

Chapter 6: A Rich Diet

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At first, it was only for sex or as part of the caretaking.

Kneeling between his boyfriend’s spread thighs, Charlie drinks until his lips ache, until his jaw trembles, until his belly is heavy with the weight of what Nick gave him.

Daddy is insatiable — his hyperspermia means that no matter how greedily Charlie swallows, there is always more, spilling down his chin, until Nick’s thumb smears it back to his mouth and tells him to keep going. It is decadent, excessive, a little overwhelming… and Charlie has never been so proud of anything in his life. Every drop he swallows down is proof he is doing well.

Nick’s hand rests heavy on the back of Charlie’s head, fingers curling into his hair as his cock slides between those eager lips. His voice is low, gravelly with pleasure.

“That’s it, baby. Daddy’s cock looks so good in your mouth. You love serving me like this, don’t you? Helping Daddy like such a good little drain. Being my good boy, getting me nice and wet so I can fuck your throat.”

Charlie hums around him, eyes flicking up just to see that molten, approving look — the one that makes his knees weak. Saliva drips down his chin, his jaw aching, but he pushes deeper, chasing that sound in Nick’s voice.

Nick’s breath turns ragged, his hips thrusting into Charlie’s mouth. Charlie still cannot quite take Daddy in the throat yet, though he practices multiple times per day, Daddy always fucking it in a quarter inch more every week, gradually stretching Charlie’s virgin throat to be able to eventually, some day, take Daddy in to the root.

Daddy’s grip tightens in Charlie’s hair, his other hand curling around the edge of the couch as his voice dips.

“Mmh—fuck, that’s it. Don’t you dare stop. Daddy’s so close, baby. Open up for me… take every drop. That’s it—swallow your Daddy’s cum like a good little cocksleeve.”

Daddy’s thighs tense and he groans deep from his chest as his release floods Charlie’s mouth, pulse after pulse spilling over his tongue.

After Charlie swallows it all, he pulls back slowly, tongue darting to catch the last beads clinging to the head. He swallows hard, lips glistening, and looks up at Nick with a dazed, bliss-drunk smile.

But over time, the lines blur.

Daddy wants Charlie nourished. Daddy wants Charlie to carry the taste and weight of his love inside him all day.

—

First it’s the coffee.

Nick stands beside the dining table where Charlie sits, fingers curled around the warm mug, ready for his first sip of the morning. The smell of bitter black coffee hangs in the air, rich and familiar.

But then Nick moves in behind him, a heavy presence at Charlie’s shoulder. Charlie watches, breath caught in his throat, as Nick gently takes the mug from Charlie’s hand, sets it close to the edge of the table, then strokes himself lazily over the rim. His cock is heavy in his fist, flushed and perfect, the movements slow—almost teasing.

There must still be a bit of cum left in his balls from the first draining of the morning, Charlie realizes. And Nick is about to give it to him.

“Here’s some Daddy cream for your coffee, baby,” Nick grunts, as he jerks himself into Charlie’s coffee.

The first spurt of Daddy’s cum hits the surface of the coffee with a swirl of pale cream, breaking the black. How pretty it looks, curling into the dark liquid like a curling ribbon. Nick doesn’t stop until he’s gasping, having emptied himself into it completely, and the scent of his cum rises warm with the steam and hits Charlie square in the nostrils. He inhales deeply.

Charlie stirs it in, the spoon clinking softly against the porcelain cup, heat blooming across his cheeks as he watches it completely mix in with his coffee.

Nick leans down until his lips brush Charlie’s ear.

“Drink it,” he murmurs.

Charlie obeys, lifting the mug. The first taste is deeper, richer—an obscene, molten edge under the bitterness. The flavor coats his tongue. Absolutely divine.

“That’s me in you now,” Nick murmurs, voice low and satisfied. “Starting your day the way you should.”

Charlie swallows again, the warmth spreading until it fills him whole. Because that warmth blooming in his stomach right now—that thick, filthy weight of Nick’s release sliding down his throat—is the closest thing Charlie knows to happiness.

—

The next day, Charlie sits at the dining table, the steam from his coffee curling into the air between them. He’s poured it a little less full than usual, in order to leave room for the milk. Charlie has not taken a sip. Not yet.

Daddy stands beside him, shirtless, hair still rumpled from sleep. The morning is quiet enough that Charlie can hear the faint sound of Nick’s breath, the slow drag of his palm along himself under the loose waistband of his sweats.

Charlie blinks up at him, the picture of obedience, though his pulse beats fast in his throat. He doesn’t have to say what he’s waiting for; Nick can see it in his stillness, in the way his lips part ever so slightly.

Nick’s mouth curls into that faint, knowing smile. He steps closer, hips nudging the table edge, his free hand coming to rest against the back of Charlie’s neck.

“Good boy,” Nick murmurs. “So patient for Daddy.”

Charlie swallows, thighs pressing together under the table where he is himself growing rock hard. The scent of coffee and Nick’s cock fills his head. Then Nick’s other hand slips free of his sweats, stroking himself in long, unhurried pulls, the tip already wet.

Charlie keeps his eyes on the mug, at the way Nick’s slit bursts open, and he points the tip downwards into Charlie’s cup, and the first drop falls with a soft, obscene sound into the coffee, blooming pale against the black. Then another, and another, until the swirl of cream clouds the surface, as Nick pours it in.

Charlie stirs in the cum. He can feel Nick watching him, can feel the ownership in that gaze as he lifts the mug at last. The first sip is hotter than before, richer, tasting of coffee and Nick’s claim.

“Drink it all,” Daddy says. “Every morning from now on, yeah?”

Yes, Daddy.

—

Then it’s breakfast.

Daddy is always generous—too generous, sometimes—because his body never seems to run out of cum. Hyperspermia means when Nick cums, he floods in obscene volume, hot and thick, oftentimes more than Charlie can take in one mouthful, and he has to gulp it down it fast, practiced swallows. Occasionally, his lips burst with it and a little escapes out the sides. But Nick simply wipes his jaw with his thumb, presses the mess back into Charlie’s mouth, and murmurs, “no, baby. We don’t waste Daddy’s cum in this house, okay, sweetie?”

Soon Nick starts thinking of other ways to make sure Charlie gets every last drop.

One morning, Charlie pads into the kitchen to find his toast already buttered… except the butter is glossy white. Nick leans against the counter, coffee in hand, watching him take the first bite.

“Eat up, baby,” Nick smiles. “Daddy made it special for you.”

Charlie obeys, the faint salt and musk melting into the warm bread, his knees going weak before breakfast is even done.

The next day, Charlie watches Daddy prepare breakfast for him. Nick jerks himself over the toast — slow at first, then faster, the thick tension building in his belly, already leaking by the time he really gets going. He grits his teeth and groans as the first spurt hits the jam-slicked bread. It’s a lot. It always is.

Thick, white, messy ropes of it soaking into the fruit and butter, sliding wetly over the edge.

Charlie takes a bite. Heavenly.

—

Then it’s snacks.

Another day, Nick slices fresh peaches into a bowl, their golden flesh glistening with juice. He pours a heavy slop of “yoghurt” over the top, letting it pool between the fruit. Charlie’s breath catches at the unmistakable smell, his mouth watering before the spoon even reached his lips. Nick feeds him the first bite himself, thumb swiping the corner of Charlie’s mouth after.

Charlie closes his lips around it and sucks greedily. The sweetness of the fruit is totally overtaken by the sharp, addictive taste of Nick’s release. It’s like nirvana to him — hot and slick, slightly bitter, so potent.

Charlie swallows and opens his mouth for more.

Nick just groans. “Look at you, enjoying it so much. You’re fucking perfect.”

Charlie only nods, eyes glassy, mouth still working as he licks the rest of it from Nick’s fingers for his dessert.

—

Then it’s raw.

The plate is bare except for the mess.

Charlie gets down on his knees in front of the table, presses his hands behind his back like he’s been taught, and waits for permission.

Nick leans back in his chair, slowly stroking a hand through Charlie’s curls. “Go on, baby. Clean your plate. Lick it up all clean for Daddy.”

Charlie doesn’t hesitate. He leans in and licks a broad stripe right across the porcelain — tongue flat, slow, greedy. His lashes flutter as the taste hits: Nick’s thick, musky spend cut with the sweetness of the honey, still faintly warm from where it came out of him.

He moans against the plate. Nick’s eyes darken.

Charlie keeps going, mouth and chin sticky, making a mess of himself and loving it. He drags his tongue along the edge, careful to catch every drop. Sometimes he doubles back, licking over the same patch twice just to savour it — the slick warmth, the ghost of salt, the strange, yummy, addictive tang that curls through him like a drug.

Nick’s hand tightens in his hair. “Fuck. You like being my dish, don’t you?”

Charlie nods, still licking. When he finishes, he looks up — flushed, glistening, breath shallow.

"Was it enough?" Charlie whispers. "Do you need me to make you cum again?"

Nick pulls him up by the hair and kisses him filthy, hand traveling down to stroke Charlie where he has grown so hard from all the cum licking.

—

Nick starts doing it when Charlie’s too tired to kneel. Days when his thighs are still trembling, mouth swollen and lips sore from sucking Nick off three times before lunch.

He holds Charlie in his lap instead — cradles him close, one strong arm around his waist — and feeds him cum from a spoon.

Charlie shivers when he sees it. “Daddy...”

“Shhh,” Nick murmurs. “I know you’re tired, baby. It’s okay. Open up. Let Daddy feed you.”

He spoons the first bite between Charlie’s parted lips. Charlie moans immediately. The tang is unmistakable — Nick’s cum, silky and thick on his tongue. It shouldn’t taste good. But it does. It’s fucking delicious.

Charlie’s eyes roll back.

“More,” Charlie begs, voice gone soft and slurred.

Nick chuckles low in his chest. “So greedy, my baby. Daddy loves when you get greedy for it.”

Nick feeds him another bite. Then another. Wipes the corner of his mouth with his thumb and lets Charlie suck it clean.

Halfway through, Charlie’s squirming in his lap, hard again, whimpering around the spoon.

Nick only smiles. “You’re so easy to keep happy, aren’t you?” he whispers.

Charlie nods his agreement, dizzy and needy and so sweet for Daddy.

Charlie enjoys these days, when Nick doesn’t even make him work for it. He loves just sitting in Daddy’s lap, tucked into his broad chest. The thick white mixture went down slow, each mouthful coaxed past Charlie’s lips with quiet praise.

“Good boy. Keep going,” Nick coos. “That’s Daddy’s love in you.”

And when the bowl is empty, Charlie asks if Nick needs help filling the next one.

—

Now, Charlie keeps it in a lidded glass cup in the fridge.

It’s thick, opaque, slightly viscous, stored right next to the almond milk and green juice — labeled discreetly with a small sticker: “Daddy’s cream.”

He milks it out of Nick each morning, usually before breakfast. Nick sits back, relaxed and powerful, while Charlie strokes him slowly, expertly, coaxing it out with whispered praise and fluttering kisses. When Nick spills, Charlie catches it carefully in the waiting cup, licking his fingers clean if it overflows.

By midday, it’s cold and ready. Charlie unscrews the lid and takes his first sip. A little tangy, salty-sweet — the taste has deepened overnight. He hums around the flavor, tongue chasing the heavier clots near the bottom.

He doesn’t chug it. He sips. Slowly. Reverently. It coats his mouth. It fills his belly. It makes him feel good, owned, settled.

He licks the rim clean. Good boys don’t waste a drop.

Later, when Nick returns, he smells it on Charlie’s breath. And when he says, “You drank it all?” — Charlie just nods, shy and proud.

“Yep. S’too yummy not to.”

—

It’s disguised inside a matte black water bottle, tucked neatly beside his laptop and notepad, so he can sip at it during his college lectures.

Charlie had milked it himself that morning, early and quiet while Nick was still half-asleep. Curled between his thighs, coaxing his cock up with soft licks and firm strokes, murmuring, “Need your milk, Daddy. Please. Please let me have it.”

Nick groaned and gave it to him, thick and hot, spilling over Charlie’s tongue. Charlie spat most of it into the little funnel he’d wedged into the flask mouth, watching it drip, warm and pale, until the container was a third full. He sealed it up, kissed Nick’s thigh, and left for his meetings.

Now, between presentations, Charlie unscrews the cap and takes slow, greedy mouthfuls.

He tries to be subtle. But his eyes flutter every time. He can’t help it. The taste is musky and faintly sweet, still just warm enough to be perfect. A little bit of Nick’s salt, his body, his claim.

It gets him through his day. Calms his nerves.

Once, a fellow student comments — “New protein shake?”

Charlie smiles. “Sort of.”

—

One of Nick and Charlie’s favorite things to do together now is to bake their special cakes and muffins and cream pies.

The recipe today is simple. Banana, oat, cinnamon. A bit of almond flour. And then the special ingredient — rich and warm, collected fresh that morning in a little ceramic bowl after Charlie milked it lovingly from Nick’s cock at the edge of the bed.

“There we go,” Charlie had whispered, kissing the tip as it pulsed and spurted into his palm, “gonna feed you back to us later, Daddy.”

“Can’t wait,” Nick beams.

Charlie watches with love as Nick mixes his own cum into the batter with care. Daddy gives Charlie the spoon to lick, to make sure the balance is right. It’s subtle — just a faint musk beneath the banana — but to him, it’s perfect. Homey.

Nick spoons them into the little paper cases, and when they come out, golden and steaming, Charlie brushes the tops with melted butter and a final drizzle of Daddy’s cream (he saved a bit aside just for that). Then he sets them on the table with coffee and the two of them eat them and enjoy them together, laughing, throwing little clouds of excess flour at each other, each feeling in awe that being in love feels this good.

—

It’s edging toward lunchtime, and Charlie’s stomach gives the faintest growl. He’s halfway to the kitchen when Nick’s voice cuts through.

When Charlie enters the bedroom, Daddy is already looking at him over the rim of his glasses. He taps the side of his headphones—on a call—then lets his gaze drop meaningfully toward his lap.

Charlie slips between Daddy’s spread thighs beneath the desk, the faint heat of him enveloping the small space. Sweatpants are soft under Charlie’s fingers as he peels them down, until he can get his hand around what’s been waiting for him. Nick’s cock is heavy, flushed, the fabric dragging over its length before freeing it completely, bouncing slightly as it sways in the air in front of Charlie's face.

Charlie leans in, breath brushing the thick crown, and licks up the first bead of slick, swallowing the little appetizer from Daddy. Yummy. Then he gives the tip a kiss. The cock twitches in turn. Unable to contain himself, Charlie starts making out with the cockhead while his hands jerk the shaft. Too bad he still can’t suck the cock properly, but that doesn’t stop him from pushing the tip as far into his mouth for a little sucking.

It doesn’t take too long before Daddy groans a little and his cock throbs like crazy. Charlie braces himself. When the cock erupts the first jet of cum hits the back of his mouth so hard it triggers his gag reflex. The first shot of cum doesn’t even get time to settle on his tongue before more thick, warm, tasty cum flows forth to fill his mouth. It’s so much and thick Charlie struggles to swallow it.

As the slimy substance slides down his throat, a shiver akin to an orgasm – but not quite – washes over him. He greedily gulps down each drop of cum as it’s pumped into his mouth.

Fresh cum, directly from Daddy’s fat, tasty cock. So delicious. So thick and creamy. So good. As much as Charlie loves his cum diet now, there is no denying that drinking it straight from the tap is still his favorite method.

Even as Charlie's normal hunger is sated, he keeps swallowing. He can’t let it go to waste. Still, it’s so fucking much and the flow does not seem to fade.

Charlie lets the last mouthful linger in his mouth. He cannot bring himself to swallow it, not yet. His stomach is too full. But he will not spit. So the last mouthful of cum is kept sealed behind his lips. Charlie even plays with it a little, stirring his tongue around to really feel the texture of the slimy, thick cream and its wonderfully yummy taste.

“Good boy. Fuck, your Daddy loves you so fucking much, Charlie, baby,” Nick puts himself on mute long enough to whisper, before resuming his work call, silently motioning for Charlie to lick him clean.

Charlie squeezes the shaft near the base with both hands and pulls up to the tip. Another thick, white glob slowly comes out. Without even thinking Charlie licks it up, plays around a little with it on his tongue before planting a long, passionate kiss on the tip, sliding his tongue all over the length until Nick is shining clean again.

—

Over time, it stops feeling like an indulgence and starts feeling like a need.

Every time Daddy spills into his throat or lets Charlie milk him to enjoy later, Charlie is reminded that Nick will never, ever let him go hungry.

Nick nourishes him.

Smoothies after the gym, it is a generous pour from Daddy’s hand before the blender whirs. Evening pasta sauce on occasions. Sometimes it is more obvious — kneeling in front of the couch while Nick scrolls his phone, obediently gulping down everything he gave. Other times, it is subtle, hidden, so that only the two of them knew. A shared smirk across the table. A squeeze to the back of his neck. That look that meant Charlie was full of him, even in public.

Charlie’s body begins to crave it. He swears he can taste the absence on the rare days they skipped. His stomach feels oddly hollow, his mouth dry, until Daddy corrects it. And when he’s been good — really good — Nick pushes him to take more than is comfortable, until Charlie is dizzy and slick-lipped, leaning against his Daddy’s thigh with his belly taut and heavy. The fullness is more than physical. It is the assurance that he’s done his job, that Daddy is pleased.

It isn’t just about the cum anymore. It is the act, the service, the quiet knowledge that Charlie carries a part of his boyfriend in him always.

That even apart, in the middle of a college lecture, or while running errands, Daddy is still there — in Charlie’s body, on his tongue, stitched into him like breath.

—

Charlie’s appetite has changed completely.

Every morning, his mouth waters just thinking about breakfast—not just for the food, but for the taste of Daddy mixed in, the way Nick’s cum lingers in every bite like a secret seasoning only he knows. It makes his mouth ache with need, and his belly hums with hunger in a way it never used to, a reminder that he is Daddy’s good boy, his willing dish.

Before, eating was a battle. Now, it’s a ritual—intimate and sacred, layered with the knowledge that every bite draws him closer to Nick, that his body is literally being filled with Daddy’s essence.

Nick watches it all—the way Charlie’s cheeks flush pink as he swallows mouthful after mouthful, the very slight roundness of his belly growing just so, especially towards the end of the day, when he’s taken in so, so much liquid, and the subtle curve of his hips filling out beneath his increasingly tighter clothes.

One evening, when Nick traces a finger over Charlie’s stomach, light and possessive, Charlie trembles under his touch.

“It’s only been six weeks, baby,” Nick murmurs, voice so emotional, and raw with approval, “but look at you. Just look at you. You’re filling out so beautifully. You have never, ever looked sexier. Fuck, it makes Daddy so proud, knowing he’s feeding you so good.”

Charlie cannot stop smiling.

The edge of anxiety that once gnawed at Charlie whenever he thought about food has now dulled, replaced instead by a steady hunger for cum.

Chapter 7: A Fresh Method of Relief

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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Daddy’s calendar is packed, wall to wall meetings today. “I’m gonna fucking explode,” he mutters over his morning coffee, cock already hard in his sweatpants. Charlie kneels between his legs on instinct, tongue out. But Nick brushes his hair back gently.

“I’ve got ten minutes before this call, sweetheart. You want to help Daddy not blow in the middle of a boardroom update?”

Charlie’s eyes sparkle. “Yes please.”

Daddy’s home office is immaculate. Sharp matte desk, leather chair, whiteboard covered in dense notes and quarterly projections. But there’s one little nook — a low, discreet cabinet beside the desk — that’s been quietly converted into their milking station.

Charlie set it up himself.

There’s a drawer with soft, clean cloths, hypoallergenic lube, a bottle of mineral water, and a selection of sleeves and soft silicone toys designed specifically for milking — for coaxing every drop from Daddy’s needy cock without overstimulating. For making him come just enough to function, again and again.

The drawer even holds a glass jar with a secure lid, in case Charlie is instructed to collect it. That’s happened more than once. And beneath the drawer? A plush kneeling pad, exactly where Charlie plants himself every morning.

He’s practiced at this by now — how to work Daddy’s cock silently and slow, just off-screen. Daddy clicks into the video call with a perfectly pleasant “Hi all, good to see you” while Charlie presses the warm slick masturbation sleeve over his cock, nestles it tight, and starts the slow pull.

Nick’s voice barely hitches.

Charlie’s eyes stay fixed on him the entire time. Watching his Daddy do business like this — sharp, professional, commanding — while Charlie’s stroking him dutifully under the desk? It makes him throb.

Halfway through the meeting, Daddy clicks his mic off, pushes the sleeve down with a grunt, and grabs Charlie’s hand instead. Skin on skin. Silent. Urgent. Charlie cups his balls lovingly, strokes him in long, reverent pulls, and watches the precome collect at the head. Watches Daddy grip the armrest.

Just as Nick is signing off, he lets out a low sigh and comes in thick, hot ropes all over Charlie’s hand. Charlie kisses his wrist and licks his palm clean while Daddy wraps up with “Let’s circle back next week — appreciate everyone’s input.”

—

Daddy’s camera is already on. His mic is muted. He’s nodding politely at someone explaining training logistics while his cock twitches hard in Charlie’s mouth under the desk.

No sleeve today.

He’d said it with a grunt as Charlie knelt: “No toys. Just you. Need to feel you.”

Charlie had understood instantly — the way Daddy’s balls had looked this morning, already heavy, already tight with the kind of pressure that needed his throat, not silicone.

Now he’s there, between Daddy’s legs, bare thighs pressed to the soft kneeling pad, mouth stuffed full. He’s sucking with slow, steady rhythm, one hand braced on Daddy’s knee, the other cupping and kneading his balls gently.

Daddy’s cock is fat and flushed, leaking constantly, and Charlie moans quietly around it every time he swallows him deep. The taste is delicious — salt and heat and something Nick-specific that’s always made Charlie’s mouth water. His nose is buried in Daddy’s pubic hair, breathing him in. The smell makes his brain go quiet.

It’s not even about getting him off. It’s about helping. Being useful. Serving.

Charlie loves this. The pressure of Daddy’s cock at the back of his throat. The low, urgent groan Daddy barely manages to stifle when Charlie swirls his tongue under the crown.

And when Daddy needs it — Charlie sucks harder, deeper. His hand pumps the base, wet and tight. His lips seal around Daddy like a vice. He takes everything.

Daddy comes hard. No warning. Just a sharp intake of breath through his nose, a twitch of his thigh, and then hot, salty spurts hitting the back of Charlie’s throat.

Charlie swallows without hesitation.

The taste is yummy, addictive. He loves knowing it’s his, that no one else gets this, that his mouth is the one place Daddy can unload without guilt or shame. That his body is the solution to Daddy’s pain.

He keeps sucking through it, milking every drop, letting it slide down his throat, humming low and content as he goes.

When it’s done, Charlie wipes his mouth on the inside of his wrist and kisses Nick’s thigh. He tucks himself neatly back under the desk, breath steadying, ready to wait in silence for the next release.

Charlie has the best job in the world.

—

Nick has been out all day.

It was unavoidable. A training session for work he needed to attend in person. He thought he may as well get a haircut and pay a long overdue visit to the dentist while he was in the city.

Daddy: you have no idea how swollen I am already

Charlie: come home and I’ll make you forget all about that

Daddy: just thinking about your mouth on me is driving me crazy

Daddy: you better be ready to suck every drop.

Charlie: I’ll be waiting on my knees when you get back, Daddy

Charlie: I want to swallow every thick spurting load you have

Daddy: I’m gonna fuck your mouth until you can’t speak

Charlie: please, Daddy, make me your dirty, silent good boy

Daddy: when I get home, you’re staying on your knees all night

Charlie: I’m yours. all yours. use me, Daddy

—

An hour later:

Daddy: fuck, baby

Daddy: my balls are aching

Daddy: need you to drain me the second I walk through the door.

Charlie: you poor thing (crying emoji)

Charlie: of course I will, Daddy

Charlie: I’ll be waiting on my knees

Charlie: I want to taste it so bad

Charlie: you taste so good when you’ve been pent up like this

Daddy: are you gonna take it all without gagging this time?

Charlie: I’ll try (pleading face emoji)

Charlie: you always make so much

Charlie: I want it though. I want to be good

Daddy: you are good

Daddy: the best boy in the whole world to your Daddy, letting him use you whenever he needs

Daddy: I’m going to reward you for waiting so patiently

Daddy: I’m gonna use your mouth and fuck it full and not stop until I feel better

Charlie: I’ll rub your thighs and your belly while I do it

Charlie: whisper how proud I am of my Daddy

Charlie: open my throat and just let you go

Charlie: until your balls feel light again and I’m full

Daddy: my sweet good boy

Daddy: make sure to wear that little headband. I want to see your pretty face while I fuck it

Daddy: don’t hide from me when you’re crying on my cock

Charlie: ok. wearing it now

Charlie: you make me so proud to serve you

Charlie: I love your cum. I love how much there is. I love how heavy it feels in my belly after

Daddy: if I start I might not stop

Daddy: might make you keep going till it’s evening

Daddy: just sit back and let you drink

Charlie: please

Charlie: I want to be useful

Charlie: please fill my mouth up Daddy

Daddy: 20 minutes and I’m home

Daddy: you’d better be kneeling

Charlie: already on my knees, just in case you are early

Charlie: I love you

Charlie: I’ll open my mouth and not stop till you say so

Charlie: you don’t even need to talk to me

Charlie: just push my head down

Daddy: might taste stronger today. had eggs and protein shake for breakfast

Daddy: hope that sweet little mouth’s ready

Charlie: I’d lick it from the floor if I had to. I swear

Charlie: I dream about it

—

Nick pushes the front door open and drops the keys. He doesn’t say a word.

Charlie’s already kneeling on the towel, headband on, eyes wide. His lips part the second he sees Daddy’s silhouette — tall, broad, looming with want. The smell hits him immediately: heat, musk, sex. His whole body clenches.

Daddy doesn’t even take off his jacket. He walks straight over, unzips himself, and pulls out his cock — flushed, leaking, thick and heavy in his palm.

"Mouth," he says. That’s all.

Charlie opens instantly. Nick cups the back of his neck and feeds it to him — slow at first, until Charlie relaxes his throat and moans. The moan vibrates around him. Daddy exhales through his nose, clenches his jaw. Holds him there. Stills.

"Don’t move. Just suck. Just take it."

Charlie whimpers, eyes brimming.

Daddy pulses against his tongue. The pressure’s immense. His whole body seems to sigh in relief just from being inside Charlie’s mouth.

He doesn’t warn him. He grips tighter, tilts Charlie’s head back slightly, and releases — thick spurts of come flooding his mouth in seconds. Charlie chokes a little but doesn’t pull back. He swallows as fast as he can, lips stretched, eyes fluttering shut. He keeps swallowing, even when there’s too much.

Nick’s voice is low. "Good boy. Such a good fucking boy. You’re doing so well, Jesus Christ—"

He doesn’t pull out until Charlie has every drop.

Nick finally breathes.

He strokes Charlie’s cheek, then his throat. Watches him gulp the last of it. “I’m not done with you."

He steps back. Charlie’s panting, dizzy.

"Up. Onto the couch. I want your head over the armrest. Gonna feed you again in half an hour."

Charlie moves like he’s drunk. He’s glowing.

—

Daddy feeds him again on the rug. This time from above, standing over him with one hand fisted in Charlie’s hair. He goes slower. Talks him through it. Describes every hot, thick rope of it as Charlie swallows and whines.

Afterward, he wipes Charlie’s lips with his thumb and makes him thank him.

Then they curl on the couch for twenty minutes. Daddy lets Charlie lay his cheek on his thigh, soft and sleepy. He strokes his hair. Kisses his temple.

—

Charlie’s on his back now, head dangling off the side of the bed. Daddy hovers over him, fucking his mouth in slow, wet thrusts.

"No one’s ever needed me the way you do," Daddy murmurs.

Charlie grabs at his hips, desperate to keep him in place. Daddy grits his teeth and finishes deep down his throat — and holds Charlie there while he spills.

Charlie’s eyes roll back. His hands go limp.

Daddy eases out and lowers himself down beside him, letting Charlie climb into his lap.

They kiss. Slow. Tongue-twined and heavy with it. Daddy cups Charlie’s jaw and hums. He reaches for a glass of water and offers it to him. Charlie drinks. Then leans forward and licks a streak of his own drool off Daddy’s abs.

Nick watches, cock twitching back to life.

"Looks like I’ve got one more in me after all."

Charlie just opens his mouth.

—

Sometimes Daddy likes to pretend that Charlie is his little girl instead. It’s thrilling, to Charlie, these moments. They’re rare, but when they come along, they excite him. Charlie loves being whatever Daddy needs him to be at any given moment. And sometimes his Daddy wants pussy.

Charlie is finishing baking a creampie with fresh Daddy cream one day, and is bending over to put it in the oven. In that same instance a pair of large hands grab his hips and pull him backwards, pulling down his shorts, and pushing a big, hard cock in between his ass cheeks that then slide up along his back, leaving a trail of warm pre-cum along his spine. As the length of the shaft presses into his back, his large and heavy balls press into Charlie’s ass.

“Hi Daddy,” Charlie giggles.

“Hey baby,” Nick replies, smearing Charlie’s back with pre-cum. “Doing some baking?”

“Uh huh.”

“Want me to put a baby in your oven now?”

Charlie groans. “Yes, please, Daddy.

Nick pulls back his hips, dragging his big, hard, warm shaft between Charlie’s cheeks. But before his cock falls down so the tip can access his hole, Daddy pushes forward, stroking Charlie’s back again with his cock. “How bad do you want it?”

“Daddy…” Charlie pleads.

“Are you gonna be a good little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And what does a good little girl do?”

“Let’s Daddy fuck inside with a big, fat cock.”

Nick’s cock twitches with lust and an extra thick glob of pre-cum comes out to smear Charlie’s back. In turn Charlie giggles and stands up on his toes to push his ass harder against the underside of Daddy’s cock. Both start grinding the underside of his cock against Charlie’s ass. Daddy’s hands hold Charlie so firmly. He’ll fuck Charlie so hard, no doubt about it. He reaches over to one of the dozens of bottles of lube they have dotted around the house and smears up Charlie’s hole with it, as well as slathering it over his own dick.

“Come on, Daddy,” Charlie wiggles impatiently. “Put that dick in me. Please, Daddy. I need to be filled by you. By your cock. By your cum. Please, Daddy.”

Even standing on his toes, Daddy has to bend his knees to get a good angle to enter Charlie. Slowly he slides inside, stretching him beyond all limit. The familiar bulge appears on Charlie’s stomach and grows. He bites his lower lip and his hands try to grip the edge of the stove even harder.

“Daddy…” Charlie mewls.

“Hush, baby. Daddy isn’t all in yet.”

Gently but firmly Daddy stretches Charlie’s insides till his entire cock is sheathed inside him. As soon as he is, he straightens up his legs, making Charlie’s feet lose contact with the floor and instead dangle in the air.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” Charlie says in a soft and quiet tone, almost a whisper. “Fuck me hard.”

He slowly pulls back till Charlie is a little more than halfway off his cock and it feels like gravity might pull him off completely if not for Nick’s strong hands holding his hips so firmly in place. Then he slams Charlie all the way back down on his cock. Charlie’s ass hits his crotch and his big, heavy, cum filled balls slaps into his thighs. Another mixture of a gasp and moan escapes Charlie.

As Daddy builds up a hard and steady rhythm of fucking Charlie’s little pussy his arms lose their strength and soon he rests his head on the stove. The heat from below and inside him is almost too much. It’s like he’s going to melt.

“You like being Daddy’s little slut?” Nick says in a darker tone Charlie has ever heard him use before.

“Yes, Daddy…” Charlie moans.

The speed quickens. Nick is fucking Charlie faster than he’s ever had before. Charlie’s insides ache against the new levels of roughness they have to endure, but he doesn’t care; this is what he wants.

“You want Daddy’s cum?”

“Yes!”

“Then beg.”

“Oh fuck…” This is turning Charlie on way more than he wants to admit. “Please cum in me, Daddy. I need your cum in me. My body was made for your cum. That’s why I love it. That’s why I can’t get enough of it. I love your cum. Please, Daddy… Fill my pussy with your thick, hot cum.”

Daddy growls and fucks Charlie so hard he feels like a ragdoll with how his legs dangle and sway. Charlie loves feeling so small and vulnerable in Nick’s grasp and on his cock. And he especially loves that he can provoke such passion and lust.

“Come on, Daddy,” Charlie says, feeling him getting closer to the edge and wanting to push him over it. “Put a baby in me. I’m your cumdump. Use me! Fill me! Just...”

Daddy rams in and holds his cock fully sheathed inside Charlie, right as the tip of his cock erupts in a hard burst of cum. So much… Charlie;s stomach swells and feels like it’s melting from the inside.

“Daddy…” Charlie groans and Nick only has to reach around and stroke him twice before Charlie reaches a hard orgasm from being filled up so much by such lovely, warm cum.

“Such a good girl to Daddy, baby,” Nick says. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too,” Charlie replies, as Nick slowly pulls out, leaving Charlie’s hole a gaping mess of leaking cum until he quickly plugs it up to fuck it back deeper inside Charlie later, before they go to bed.

“Oh, shit,” Charlie turns around when Daddy speaks. “Sorry, baby girl, Daddy has a little more…Open up.”

Charlie quickly kneels when he sees Nick still has his mostly hard cock in both hands, holding it aloft, where a thick glob of cum hangs from the tip: he’s about to squeeze out what remains in his shaft. Without even thinking Charlie tilts his head back and opens wide, sticking out his tongue. Daddy then squeezes his cock from base to tip. The white glob grows till it’s too heavy to cling to his cock and falls down onto Charlie’s tongue.

So thick and yummy. Charlie chews the cum almost like a chewing gum just to savor the taste for a moment before swallowing.

“Thanks, Daddy,” Charlie says and grabs the cock with his free hand to bring the tip down for a kiss, as well as to lap up the last bit of cum.

—

It starts one night when Charlie falls asleep plugged.

Daddy had fucked him deep and slow, then slicked him up with a few last spurts and worked a large silicone plug in, firm and snug. Charlie whimpered but didn’t protest.

When he wakes up still warm and full the next morning, he can feel it inside him — the stretch, the weight, the filth of it. He crosses his legs and bites his lip.

Daddy catches him in the kitchen, still in his sleep shirt, blushing as he reaches for the tea kettle. “Still in?”

Charlie nods, eyes low. “Feels good.”

Nick smiles.

From then on, it becomes a ritual. Whenever Daddy uses his hole for relief, his baby boy ends up full. Plugged. Kept. And when Daddy comes home in the evening, he’s greeted by the sight of his sweet boy on the bed, plug nestled tight between his cheeks, legs spread obediently.

Daddy pulls the plug out with slow reverence, watching as his come leaks free in lazy drips.

“You kept me all day, baby. That’s my good boy. Look how much Daddy left in you.”

“Didn’t leak, Daddy. I promise.”

Daddy kisses him, and bends him open to fuck it all back in.

Notes:

The next instalment will be the final one and I will post it tomorrow-ish. Thanks for reading along so far. I applaud your depravity.

Chapter 8: A Full Hole and A Full Heart

Notes:

I hope you enjoy the ending. Thanks for reading :)

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Paris, the city of love and romance.

Nick has arranged the holiday as a special treat to Charlie, to celebrate three months since the night they met.

Charlie has never been to Paris and he’s so excited. What better place to spend a weekend full of Daddy’s lovely cum?

But first he needs to drain Daddy.

As soon as they get through the gate at the airport they find a little bathroom to lock themselves inside. It’s a bit small and their bodies already press up against each other for just trying to fit together on the tiny floor space. Not that Charlie minds feeling Daddy’s fat bulge press against his back.

Charlie bends over the toilet and pulls down his shorts to show Nick where his hole is already wet: he had lubed himself up generously in the airplane bathroom right before they got off, and he’s been wearing a huge plug since they left England, to keep himself stretched.

Daddy unzips his pants and his already large and hard cock springs forth, smacking down between Charlie’s ass cheeks. Then his pants drop and his big, heavy balls rub up against his ass.

“Ready to be bred?” Daddy says and grabs Charlie’s hips and starts teasing him by sliding his hard, hot cock back and forth between his cheeks.

“Hmm,” Charlie mumbles and bites his lip.

“Ready to be impregnated by your Daddy?”

“Hmm.” It’s a struggle to not just start begging Nick to fuck him. But Charlie loves the teasing so much! Fuck it though. “Use me. I’m your cumdump. Don’t let your balls ache. Use me to drain them. Fuck me. Pump me full.”

Nick pulls back his cock till it falls down from Charlie’s ass and brushes briefly against his inner thighs, pulls the plug free, and rubs the tip up and down Charlie’s wet, gaping hole to tease him.

“Daddy… Please… Just enter me,” Charlie mewls.

Nick chuckles. “Dirty… little… boy.” Finally he stops teasing and slowly pushes his massive, hot, throbbing cock into Charlie, stretching his needy hole wide around the fat shaft. “You really belong on Daddy’s cock,” Nick whispers as his cock slides deeper.

Charlie’s mouth hangs slightly open. He wants to mumble words of agreement, but having his insides reshuffled by this fat cock makes it a little hard. Instead Charlie focuses on his breathing, which grows heavier the deeper Daddy gets.

When the entire cock is sheathed snuggly inside Charlie, and his crotch and balls press against his rear, Nick pulls back his hips and rams back into Charlie so hard he bounces forward a little, allowing him to pull back again. When he thrusts into Charlie , he pulls his arms. The impact knocks the air out of him. Charlie’s moans become mixed with gasps till he learns to inhale right after he’s rammed forward. After that it becomes easier.

Each time Daddy slams into Charlie – each time his cock gives his hole a forceful kiss – is like a passionate declaration of love and lust. With every thrust, Nick’s words echo in Charlie’s mind.

I love you! You belong on my cock! I want to cum in you! Let’s breed a family!

Time loses meaning. There is only Charlie and Daddy.

All he wants is to milk Nick. His balls have been left without relief for so many hours, waiting in airports, on the plane. They must ache so much. He fucks Charlie so hard. He can feel him slowly building up to a great release. Soon he’ll get to pump all that lovely cum into Charlie – where it belongs.

When the intensity increases so much it starts to feel Nick might rip Charlie’s arms off, he knows he’s close. His heavy balls slap and bounce against Charlie’s thighs. His ass and insides are beaten so hard that he can’t help but to wonder if he’ll get bruised internally somehow.

“Cum in me, Daddy... Fill me. Fill me! Fill your little cumdump. Breed me. I need it. I…”

Nick rams his cock all the way in and shoots forth such a hard jet of cum into Charlie’s ass. With it Charlie feels his own orgasm building up. With each pulse of Nick’s cock pumping more cum into him, he is pushed closer to the edge. So much cum and no sign of him running dry. Charlie’s stomach grows heavier and larger. He cums untouched, which makes his hole clenche down on Daddy’s cock even tighter, milking him even harder.

They fix themselves up and sneak out of the bathroom.

After a while, they finally arrive at the hotel; a beautiful five star one with a great view of the Eiffel Tower. Charlie kinda zones out as Daddy talks to the receptionist. His mind wanders around dirty ideas on how to worship his cock and drain those wonderful, cream filled balls of his again once they’re in their room. Then he hears a few words that make him snap back to reality:

“Here’s the key to the wedding suite. Enjoy your stay, Mr. and Mr. Nelson-Spring.”

Wedding suite? Mr. and Mr.? Charlie tries his best to look off to the side as if bored so as to hide the excitement building up inside himself. Daddy is gonna get the best blowjob for this. Lots of sloppy, passionate kisses all over his balls and cock. If he could, Charlie would get down on his knees and suck his cock right here in the lobby. Too bad he has to wait. But that gives him more time to think on how to get Daddy to pump all that delicious cum into him.

When they’re in the elevator, Charlie puts his hand on Nick’s crotch and starts to slowly and sexily rub his cock through his pants. It grows bigger and harder against his touch.

“Hungry already?” Daddy asks with a little, mischievous smile.

“Always hungry, Daddy. But it’s also my duty as your ‘husband’ to keep your balls drained. Don’t you agree? I mean, cum shouldn’t be left in your balls. It only makes them ache. Better just pump it all into me.”

“How hungry are you?” Nick asks as the elevator reaches their floor.

“Hmm. Very.”

Daddy suddenly picks Charlie up — eliciting a small excited squeal from him — and carries him bridal style to their room, where he fumbles with the keycard and kicks open the door, throwing Charlie on the bed once they’re inside. Charlie bites his lip. For the first time he doesn’t know if he wants to get fucked or fed. His stomach aches for cum, but being carried like he is Nick’s husband, about to have their marriage consummated, also makes his ass want another filling.

When they reach the bed Nick places Charlie down on his back with his head near the edge and then takes up position with his fat cock and balls dangling right above him. He bends his knees a little and lowers his massive ballsack down to smother Charlie’s face. The scent, the weight, the subtle churning of cum — it’s all so intoxicating. How is he supposed to not kiss those cum filled balls? How is he supposed to not slowly slide his tongue against them and feel how they ache for release?

It’s time to drain them. Charlie’s stomach aches to be filled at least as much as Nick’s balls ache to be empty.

Charlie crawls over and grabs a couple of pillows to place under his knees as he takes up position besides the bed. It takes a second for Daddy to realize what he’s doing, but by the time he’s comfortably down on the floor, Daddy has his legs on both sides of Charlie and his fat, hard, throbbing cock resting atop his head.

Nick’s scent fills Charlie’s nose. It’s so thick and masculine and sexy. Every thought vanishes from his head as if pushed out, just so his brain can instead be filled with the sensation of Nick’s cock and his cum. So naturally he inhales deep. Soon there’s nothing filling Charlie’s head but the desire to worship this godly cock and drain Daddy’s divine balls of all that delicious cum.

Charlie plants a light kiss on the bulging underside. Then another kiss. And another. Slowly he works his playful kisses up along the hot, twitching shaft till he reaches the tip, where a glob of tasty pre-cum has formed. Charlie licks it up but does not swallow. Instead he lets it coat his tongue as he starts passionately making out with Daddy’s cock.

To think most other couples would make out with their lips. Charlie could do that too, he supposes, and they do, sometimes. But why should he? Daddy’s cock is tastier. It twitches and throbs with raw delight and lust at the touch of his lips and tongue. The heat it radiates is the flame of unfiltered passion.

This is love. This is romance.

Charlie gently grasps the middle of the cock to hold the fat shaft in place as his mouth makes love with Daddy’s cock. His lips and tongue press against the head of Nick’s cock as he slobbers all over it.

When the throbbing grows more intense, he briefly removes his lips from the warm shaft and instead rubs his cheek against it as he looks up at Nick with big puppy eyes. “Wanna cum in my mouth, Daddy?”

“Wouldn’t wanna cum anywhere but in you, my beautiful boy,” Nick replies and gently caresses his cheek.

—

The next day, Nick says he has a surprise for Charlie. They walk around the old town for an hour or so before reaching it.

Nick stops and turns towards what looks like a town hall of some kind. “Here we are.”

“Is this it?” The town hall sure doesn’t look like much. What’s so important about this place anyway? Does he want to see some historical thing? Surely the museums are better for that.

“It’s the registry office. Don’t you want to get married?” Daddy says with a playful undertone.

Charlie’s eyes widen. Is he really? Are they really?

—

“I do! I do! I do!” Charlie keeps saying between the kisses he’s showering upon Nick’s cockhead.

They’re back in the hotel room, both naked and wearing nothing but their gold rings signifying their union. They’re married!

“You’re… Fuck…” Nick groans. “You’re the best boy a Daddy could ever ask for. Cute. Lovable. Willing to do anything for me. I love you so fucking much. And now you’re my husband. I love you, I love you. I love cumming inside your beautiful mouth.”

Charlie is about to speak when Nick proves his last words true by shooting forth a big, fat, sticky, hot load of fresh cream straight into his eager mouth. Somehow it tastes even better than before. Might just be the joy of being married to this wonderful cock sweetening it in Charlie’s mind. But he doesn’t care. Daddy is giving Charlie his precious love cream. As a treat to himself, Charlie swallows two dozen or so mouthfuls of the cum, before moving the cock up to shower and paint his face with a thick, creamy, white mask.

God, that delicious taste. That intense warmth. That slimy texture. The way it slides down his throat. The way it clings to his skin. Everything about Daddy’s cum is like a drug that just fills Charlie with joy. Every gulp sends a wave of pleasure through his body.

Married. Filled. Bred. What more could Charlie ask for? Nothing. This is the perfect life for him. Right here with Daddy. By his cock.

To kneel in front of him, his lips pressing against the tip of his massive cock, licking and kissing him till he pumps a yummy load of cum straight into Charlie’s mouth – there’s nothing better. Daddy’s massive cock always throbs with such delight at Charlie’s touch. Each twitch is like a confession of love. There’s no hiding the passion he feels for Charlie when his lips are on his cock. Not to mention making out with Daddy’s cock always ends in a creamy reward.

It feels so natural. The cum tastes so good. It’s so nourishing. Charlie thinks about his future with his Daddy, and all the beautiful years of lovemaking with Daddy’s cock still to enjoy, as they watch the sunset over the Parisian skyline, toasting to their beautiful marriage.

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CharliesUnluckyDay on Chapter 1 Thu 24 Jul 2025 02:00PM UTC

Fanfictions like this one are my guilty pleasure (def looking forward to reading more of your stuff)🙏 KEEP UP THE GUD WORKKK🍷(and don't drain yourself too much💅)

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Horny (Guest) on Chapter 1 Fri 25 Jul 2025 03:18AM UTC

This is so good can’t wait for more

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rileys_words on Chapter 1 Fri 25 Jul 2025 07:33AM UTC

shiiiit this is hot already

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Wow (Guest) on Chapter 1 Fri 25 Jul 2025 11:08AM UTC

Hot as shit

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grasge on Chapter 1 Fri 25 Jul 2025 03:25PM UTC

fuck this is so hot i need more ASAP!!

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Hello (Guest) on Chapter 1 Fri 25 Jul 2025 08:51PM UTC

Obsessed with this dynamic already. This is soooooo hot. Does it read like their canon personalities no. Do I care, also no. On my knees for the next instalment 🙏🏾

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1. Anonymous Creator on Chapter 1 Sat 26 Jul 2025 09:57AM UTC
  
  Thanks! :)
  
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Feyheartstopper on Chapter 1 Fri 25 Jul 2025 09:45PM UTC

I absolutely loved this fic! It had exactly the right amount of kink for me, enough to get me curious and totally open to exploring more 👀
Can’t wait to see where you take it next. Super excited for the next chapter! 💕

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1. Anonymous Creator on Chapter 1 Sat 26 Jul 2025 09:57AM UTC
  
  Thank you! :)
  
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RugbyLadEnthusiast (SophisticatedRainbowSprinkles) on Chapter 1 Sat 26 Jul 2025 10:48AM UTC

What does it say about me that I read your disclaimer and expected this so go even kinkier than it did? Like you can push it further.

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1. Anonymous Creator on Chapter 1 Mon 28 Jul 2025 06:31AM UTC
  
  Ok. Fair. Guess I was just erring on the side of caution.
  
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MagicalDancer37 on Chapter 1 Tue 05 Aug 2025 07:17AM UTC

This story is fucked up, and only certain people with certain depravities and kinks will enjoy it, probably.
👀👀👀 *reads tags, all of which are her favourite kinks, and feels extremely called out but too fucking excited to care* 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Nick: never would have believed you’d be such a good and precious boy to have saved yourself for Daddy
Nick: I’ll stretch you open nice and slow
Nick: stuff that pretty mouth and teach you just how Daddy likes it
Holy fucking shit I'm so here for this 🥵🥵🥵🥵
Nick: and then I’m gonna flip you over and give you five more
Jesus fucking Christ 🥵🥵🥵🥵
Nick: Daddy needs you
🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦 Shiiiiiiiiiit I’m so excited!! 😂😂😂

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1. Anonymous Creator on Chapter 1 Fri 08 Aug 2025 12:03AM UTC
  
  Thank you! I just posted the latest instalment :)
  
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2. 1. MagicalDancer37 on Chapter 1 Fri 08 Aug 2025 04:24AM UTC
    
    😍😍😍 I did not get a notification, so thanks for letting me know!!
    
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j8tt on Chapter 1 Wed 20 Aug 2025 04:46AM UTC

I have never heard of this condition and now that I have 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 SO GOOD SO FAR

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1. Anonymous Creator on Chapter 1 Fri 22 Aug 2025 10:43AM UTC
  
  Thank you! :)
  
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Elthorian on Chapter 2 Sat 26 Jul 2025 11:58AM UTC

This was so fucking hot!

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1. Anonymous Creator on Chapter 2 Mon 28 Jul 2025 06:29AM UTC
  
  Thank you! :)
  
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Feyheartstopper on Chapter 2 Sat 26 Jul 2025 02:33PM UTC

Hot! 🔥🔥

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1. Anonymous Creator on Chapter 2 Mon 28 Jul 2025 06:29AM UTC
  
  Thank you! I just posted the next instalment :)
  
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Moonbug (Guest) on Chapter 2 Sat 26 Jul 2025 10:45PM UTC

One of the hottest things I’ve ever read fuck I need more plssss write more of their texting too

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1. Anonymous Creator on Chapter 2 Mon 28 Jul 2025 06:29AM UTC
  
  Thank you! :)
  
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j8tt on Chapter 2 Wed 20 Aug 2025 04:55AM UTC

🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 omg YESSSSS

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1. Anonymous Creator on Chapter 2 Fri 22 Aug 2025 10:43AM UTC
  
  Thank you! Glad you enjoyed :)
  
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Meg (Guest) on Chapter 3 Mon 28 Jul 2025 11:14AM UTC

Love this! 3rd chapter… amazing!! Can’t wait to read more

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1. Anonymous Creator on Chapter 3 Tue 29 Jul 2025 05:58AM UTC
  
  Thank you :) The latest instalment has just been posted.
  
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Yo (Guest) on Chapter 3 Mon 28 Jul 2025 11:41AM UTC

I never do this but I logged out of my user account so I could leave a judgement free comment 🥲 because like. Yo. This is some of the hottest kinkiest shit I’ve ever read and I’m obsessed!!! Lowkey if you ever want to do a spin off of Nick in his throuple in the happier early days of the relationship I’d be sat as fuck for that 😂

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1. Anonymous Creator on Chapter 3 Tue 29 Jul 2025 05:59AM UTC
  
  Thank you :) Fun idea...
  
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Feyheartstopper on Chapter 3 Mon 28 Jul 2025 06:36PM UTC

Well damn... That was filthy in the best way 🥵
Loved every second of it 🔥🔥

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1. Anonymous Creator on Chapter 3 Tue 29 Jul 2025 05:59AM UTC
  
  Thank you! :)
  
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MagicalDancer37 on Chapter 3 Tue 05 Aug 2025 08:44AM UTC

I… I’ve struggled with an eating disorder for a while now.
Oh my god, I bet Nick will feed him so much cum that he won't hardly even get hungry. 😂😂😂
to be covered in it,
👀👀👀 I sincerely hope we will get some one man bukkake???
I need someone whose first instinct is to beg to be used
🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦
“God, you were fucking made for me.”
I've always found this sentiment so hot during smut, but this is the first time where it feels like a genuine, physiological truth. 😂😂😂😂
I want people to see you and know you belong to me—just from the way you smell .”
Holy fuck 🥵🥵🥵🥵
You’re gonna beg Daddy for it like the good little cum-drunk thing you are.”
Fucking hell yes 🔥🔥🔥🔥
“You’re my little drain,” Nick whispers
😳😳😳🥵🥵🥵🥵
Jesus it's so delightfully filthy, I am in love 😂😂😂😍😍😍

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1. Anonymous Creator on Chapter 3 Fri 08 Aug 2025 12:04AM UTC
  
  Thank you! Your comments are amazing :)
  
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2. 1. MagicalDancer37 on Chapter 3 Fri 08 Aug 2025 04:26AM UTC
    
    Haha, you're welcome! I'm not afraid to be horny on main, it's kinda what I'm known for after all. 🤣🤣🤣
    
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j8tt on Chapter 3 Wed 20 Aug 2025 05:13AM UTC

HOLY SHIT WHAT A BEAUTIFUL COMMITMENT THAT THEYVE MADE TO ONE ANOTHER 🥵

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1. Anonymous Creator on Chapter 3 Fri 22 Aug 2025 10:44AM UTC
  
  When you know you know haha
  
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fhvbuvbudbvu on Chapter 4 Sat 02 Aug 2025 01:20PM UTC

love this!!!!!!

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1. Anonymous Creator on Chapter 4 Fri 08 Aug 2025 12:03AM UTC
  
  Thank you! :)
  
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