[ The idea doesn't exactly appeal to Billy. Calling a guy daddy is some real faggot shit. Could he quantify the difference between what they do and that? No. But it's not the same. It just isn't.
One last hit is exhaled against his lips, and Billy breathes in as much as he can, light-headed and warm. Gator's hand is rough against his skin, and Billy stares, watching him stroke himself, transfixed. For a moment he thinks about just asking to get fucked. But that's like admitting defeat, right? Like telling him he can't handle the pain.
So he stays quiet, lips parted as he watches Gator pull the leather through the loops of his pants. He can handle the pain. He will.
Besides, this isn't anything like the way Neil hits him. If Neil takes his belt to him it's almost always across his back. These days he usually prefers to give Billy a smack or two, something where Billy's forced to make eye contact. Something where he can't hide his face or his tears. ]
Alright, alright. What's your hurry?
[ Billy crawls over to the edge of the bed, gazing hungrily at Gator's cock, thick and hard and heavy between his legs. His own dick twitches as he gets on his hands and knees over Gator's lap, turning his head to look at him. ]
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[ The idea doesn't exactly appeal to Billy. Calling a guy daddy is some real faggot shit. Could he quantify the difference between what they do and that? No. But it's not the same. It just isn't.
One last hit is exhaled against his lips, and Billy breathes in as much as he can, light-headed and warm. Gator's hand is rough against his skin, and Billy stares, watching him stroke himself, transfixed. For a moment he thinks about just asking to get fucked. But that's like admitting defeat, right? Like telling him he can't handle the pain.
So he stays quiet, lips parted as he watches Gator pull the leather through the loops of his pants. He can handle the pain. He will.
Besides, this isn't anything like the way Neil hits him. If Neil takes his belt to him it's almost always across his back. These days he usually prefers to give Billy a smack or two, something where Billy's forced to make eye contact. Something where he can't hide his face or his tears. ]
Alright, alright. What's your hurry?
[ Billy crawls over to the edge of the bed, gazing hungrily at Gator's cock, thick and hard and heavy between his legs. His own dick twitches as he gets on his hands and knees over Gator's lap, turning his head to look at him. ]
Like this, or lyin' down?