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It was Beau.
Dax
The problem was, as Beau had explained, that Dax enjoyed being fucked in the ass, and while it could be a punishment, and Beau certainly knew how to make it one, it was he who had upset the balance of power, and it wouldn’t be fair to Tessa to have Dax punish her for something he had done with her.
Dax had agreed, and offered to watch, his punishment of course being that he was left out of all the sexual fun, but Beau had other plans, as he handed Dax a condom and a bottle of lube.
“You need practice acting like a Daddy. So you’re going to practice on me.”
Dax had groaned and moaned and protested trying to get out of it. He hated topping in the bedroom. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d done it, and he certainly never had with Beau. His stomach knotted, but he had to give props. There was no better way to punish him sexually in this situation.
Popping the top on the lube, he squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers before applying it to his erect cock and watched the scene unfolding before him. Beau had a second bottle of lube and was doing the same while Tessa leaned over the bed with her hands behind her parting her cheeks. Closing his eyes, he stroked his cock, imagining that it was him in that position, about to have his brains fucked out by Daddy instead of the other way around. When he opened them, Beau was behind Tessa with his cockhead poised at her entrance. He leaned over, whispering in her ear.
Dax whimpered, watching as Beau thrust his hips and entered her, none too gently, threading his hands through her hair. Three thrusts, slow, back-arching, sensual thrusts and Dax knew that he was up.
Approaching Beau from behind, he stepped up and grabbed his hips, announcing his presence.
“Mmm, hey, babyboy,” Beau whispered, tossing a grin over his shoulder. “Are you ready to take your punishment?”
And just with that one sentence Beau changed the game, flipping the script in Dax’s mind. Even though he was the one giving, the punishment was still something he was taking.
His Daddy was still the one in charge. He reminded himself of that as Beau’s hips rocked back and forth, fucking Tessa’s bottom.
With one hand on his cock, he waited for Beau to lead. There was a pause in the rocking, and Beau jutted his ass out, with his cock still buried in Tessa’s behind.
“Daddy, um… can you part your cheeks?” Dax stammered. His mindset may have flipped but this was still awkward.
Luckily, Beau complied, reaching behind him to grab his ass cheeks and part them, revealing his puckered hole.
Dax swallowed hard. It was a part of Beau he’d never seen. In awe, he traced the rim with his finger, the way Beau had done to him hundreds of times.
“Stick it in, babyboy,” Beau commanded. “Fill Daddy with that naughty little cock of yours.”
The way Beau took charge sent a shiver down Dax’s spine. The position might be new but taking orders from his Daddy was not, and he quickly obeyed, shoving his cockhead past the barrier of Beau’s anus.
“Good,” Beau praised. “Now deeper.”
Dax pushed in just a little farther, watching as his cock disappeared between Beau’s thick ass cheeks.
“One more thrust, babyboy. That will do it.”
And it did. With one swift movement, he filled Beau’s ass with his cock. Somehow it felt different than a woman’s. He couldn’t say he didn’t like it.
“Now fuck Daddy while I fuck our naughty little girl. Match me thrust for thrust and don’t stop until I say you can.”
Dax swallowed. “Do I… do I get to come?” If the answer was no, and he feared it might be, this would be torture.
Beau grunted. “As tempting as that is, no edging tonight. Everybody is going to get their release.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good. Now, babyboy… how does your ass feel?”
“It burns. It hurts bad.” He’d been so focused on the task in front of him, he’d forgotten about the pain, but once Beau mentioned it, the fire reignited with a vengeance and he felt deeply ashamed.
“Good. While you are fucking me, I want you to think about that pain, and about what you did to get yourself into this situation.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
