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Tension gathers in his body as the minutes pass by. Jake has no idea how much time has passed since he hit play on the recording of Bradley’s voice and started following the instructions diligently. Picking a blindfold in the material and color Bradley asked for. Stripping slowly, drawing out the movement and removing each piece of clothing only when Bradley instructed him to do so. Teasing the waistband of his briefs, not being allowed to pull them down even as honeyed words whispered filth pouring from the headphones. He had set the phone exactly where Bradley had told him to, pressing record before crawling onto the bed and spreading his legs just so, making sure every inch of him was focused and in the frame.
Jake had tied on the blindfold, tightly, with the command coming directly into his ear, and had dutifully set his hands down, next to his body, trying to relax the tension already threatening to build and cling to his hands. And then Bradley had begun to speak.
His voice began dripping into Jake’s ear, soft and rustling like waves. First, a gentle hello, sweetheart that caused his naked flesh to erupt into goosebumps. A quiet chuckle that made Jake’s back arch. Then, Bradley wasted no time. He turned that gentleness into a growl, plunging into the deep end and taking Jake along with him.
“You’re my perfect little slut, waiting for my instructions just how I like it. Making me feel so good.”
At the words, Jake keens. He has no idea how loud, unable to hear himself through the noise-canceling effect of the headphones. He can already anticipate the amount of noise he’ll be making soon, with no awareness and no sense of self left to regulate his sounds. Without Bradley here to keep him in check. A dull ache begins to swell in his chest at the thought of the other man, thinking about the empty space beside him, above him. Just in time, though, Bradley’s voice swoops in again, drawing Jake’s focus back to the task at hand.
“I love taking care of you, even when I’m not there, baby, you know that.”
Jake’s shoulders relax minimally at that and he lets his hands wander closer to his body, aching to run them over his straining muscles, to caress his skin as if it were Bradley doing it for him.
The next instructions come in at just the right time, and Jake complies quickly by removing his briefs, being dutifully careful not to touch his straining cock as he does so, to not even brush it with the fabric. Just as Bradley had ordered. Doing exactly what will please the other man.
The praise begins to trickle in. “Well done, you’re so beautiful like this.”
Preening at the words, Jake squirms, clenching his fingers against the sheets and inhaling shakily. Bradley’s voice is low. Jake can almost feel the brush of his voice against his ear, the ghost of the mustache tickling his lobe.
“You know I can’t let you touch yourself yet, baby.”
The voice keeps crooning into his ear as Jake’s cries keep getting louder.
“I just know you’re being such a good boy for me, hmm?”
Jake nods eagerly in the direction of where his phone is propped up to record him, biting his lip. He squeezes his eyes shut, knowing that the silk blindfold covers the motion, that Bradley won’t be able to see it when he plays the recording back later. But he will know. With Jake, he can always tell that he’s succeeding in pulling him apart.
It pleases Jake to know that Bradley will look back at the recording, see him writhe and struggle. He plays it up, putting on more of a show than he usually would so Bradley can fall apart when he watches it back.
“Yeah, Jake, that’s right.I can’t wait ‘till I’m home. I’ll kiss the inside of your thighs and bite just enough to hear those little whimpers you let out just for me, bite until I leave a mark so that I can let anyone know you already belong to someone. That you’re mine.”
Relief floods his body when the next instruction comes and he’s finally allowed to touch his skin. But he can’t do anything more, just knead his thighs teasingly. No getting even slightly close to his leaking cock. Jake’s arm shakes with the restraint it takes not to bring it up to cup his pec in his hand.
It’s as if Bradley is in the room with him because right when he’s about to yield to his desire, he hears the soft purr in his ear. “Put a hand around your neck for me, Jake. Yes, that’s right, thumb against pulse point.”
A couple of seconds pass before the next words are murmured in his ear. “And now squeeze. Easy, baby, easy. That’s right. Good boy.”
The pressure mounts as Jake involuntarily tightens his fingers at the pet names, the tender tone making his head go fuzzy. His eyelids flutter and his vision goes slightly blurry. Jake feels his body melt into the mattress as Bradley’s voice grows fainter in the background, drowned out by the pleasure-driven haze that surrounds Jake.
What manages to pull him back into the present is the slight grumble Bradley’s voice takes next, comforting but commanding, demanding him to listen if he wants to get his reward.
“Do you want to play with your tits for me, baby?” He whispers, sending a shiver down Jake’s spine. He catches his bottom lip between his teeth as it begins to quiver and brings a hand up, but he’s stopped before it can reach its destination. Bradley’s timing is uncanny. “No, baby. Not yet. I asked if you wanted to play, I didn’t say that you could.”
Before he can contain it, a strangled sob escapes Jake’s mouth despite how he holds his breath to avoid it. The traitorous noise still feels like defeat even without anyone to bear witness to the moment.
“You know what I want, Jake.”
And the thing is, he does. He feels it deep within his bones, the desire to give in and let the words slip past his lips, the way his body yearns for the release that will soothe his clenched muscles. A part of him, however, refuses, fighting the command even when his cock protests by beginning to leak onto his stomach.
He doesn’t have to say no; Bradley expects it either way. “I know you want to, baby. Just relax, say it for me and you can get what you want. It would please me so much, you know that.”
Jake keens, arms flexing to keep from disobeying, throat working to keep the words in. The burning sensation across the bridge of his nose intensifies, heat flares behind his eyelids.
“P-Please,” he gasps, finally, chest heaving, but it’s not enough. He knows what Bradley wants but for some reason, Jake still feels shame course through him, blooming red and hot across his chest.
“Say my name,” Bradley coos. “I know you want to, Jake. You sound so pretty when you say it and I know how much you love being called pretty. Go on, sweetheart.”
His cock twitches with the praise and pet name, and his resolve breaks. “Please, daddy. Please.”
Humming rumbles through the headphones, pleased and approving. He may not be able to hear Jake give in, but knows him well enough to know he has. “God, you’re gorgeous, Jake. Touch yourself for me. Play with your tits, I know you’ve been dying to.”
Shaky hands finally make their way to where they’ve been aching to stray to. Jake’s fingers splay over his pecs as his thumbs brush over his nipples, already pebbled and begging to be touched. The first brush of skin on the sensitive buds sends electric shocks down his spine and causes his hips to jerk. His cock, hard and heavy, bounces on his stomach. The brush of his cockhead against the pooling precome on the ridges of his abs has Jake letting out a choked moan, surprise and pleasure making his ears ring.
“Oh, baby, yes. I want to hear you moan. Do you know how much I want to wrap my lips around what belongs to me? Mark you up so there is no mistake that you’re mine?”
Still reeling from the shock of stimulation after holding back for so long, Jake has no choice but to comply. He feels the sound working itself from low in his throat, almost gargled. His throat already feels dry and scratchy, and he can only assume it will get worse. They’re only getting started.
“Keep your legs open for me, baby.” The command is barely out of Bradley’s mouth but Jake is eager to follow, relaxing his thighs so he can comfortably spread his legs. “That’s right, let me see that beautiful cock. You’re doing so well for me, so well for daddy. If only you could see yourself, so pretty and laid out just for me.”
It’s impossible not to preen, even as Jake feels heat from arousal but also a flicker of shyness spread from his belly. His hands begin to trail downward and he becomes overly aware of his breathing. It’s quick, coming out in shallow pants that make his chest rise and fall rapidly. His palm presses against the feverish skin of his stomach, trailing lower until it’s mere inches away from his cock, sliding through the droplets of sweat and traces of precome.
“You know that I love taking care of you, making you feel good.” Jake’s breath hitches. He knows that — Bradley never fails to remind him just how much he gets pleasure from seeing Jake enjoy himself. He never fails to remind him how beautiful he looks, either. And he never lets him forget who’s making him feel that way. “I love knowing that you’re feeling good because of daddy.”
Jake has to clench his fingers, digging his nails into his skin to stop from taking his leaking cock in his hand at the last words, whispered against his ear in a way he can almost feel them pressed against the tender skin of his neck.
“Look at the way your cock is pretty and pink, all from the sound of my voice.” Jake nods eagerly, his breathing quickening and the blindfold moving against his shaking head. He bites into his lip, hard, not wanting to let the sob escape but he can’t avoid it.
“Oh, I know, baby, I know.” Bradley tells him gently before continuing, “You’ve done so well I think you deserve a little something, hmm, sweetheart?”
He shushes Jake quietly, letting the anticipation build before he continues “Yeah? You want to touch yourself, baby?”
“Yes, daddy,” Jake whimpers, skin flushing at how ridiculous he feels saying the words to an empty room. Despite that, his cock jumps and he’s unable to resist: he takes it into his hand.
The pleasure is so blinding that Jake almost comes immediately. His eyes roll back slightly and his hearing goes fuzzy. He takes steadying breaths, squeezing his eyes shut and focusing all his attention on tightening his fist around the base of his cock. When the edge wears off slightly, he blinks his eyes open, casting them downward to sneak a glance at himself under the slight gap between the blindfold and the bridge of his nose.
As soon as he does, Jake realizes it’s a bad idea because he almost comes again at the sight that awaits. A thin coating of sweat makes his skin glisten. The sheen accentuates the taut muscle of his stomach, increases the contrast between the light, golden skin and damp blond hair that cover his chest. Jake’s eyes sweep further down and take in the way the hair trails down from his belly button to where it nests his cock in the absolute mess he’s made out of himself in a few minutes.
Gulping, he forces his attention back to the words that haven’t stopped streaming into his ears.
“—when I’m back I’ll keep my cock inside you all night, make sure you never forget you're mine.”
Every possessive, filthy sentence coming out of Bradley’s mouth is a test of Jake’s endurance. He can’t help his fist from moving, picking up its pace as Bradley instructs him to go faster, to apply pressure to the underside of his cock, to twist, just how he knows Jake likes.
Jake’s aware that he’s babbling, stringing every sentence with daddy and please, whimpering non-stop. He’s a mess and he’s long since let go of caring about how he must look right now: hair mussed, cheeks red and stained with tear tracks,, his body flushed and writhing. His mouth open in a constant stream of pleading and begging, desperate for daddy.
“I’m gonna pump you so full of my come, breed you like what you are: daddy’s little slut,” Bradley says, voice obscenely husky. “Fill you up permanently like you’re meant to be.”
Jake moans, loud and drawn out, feeling right on the edge of the precipice.
“Daddy,” Jake sobs, voice high-pitched and broken. Bradley’s voice continues over his pleas but it doesn’t stop Jake. “I’m so close, please, please, please.”
He sounds desperate, he is desperate. “I’ve been so good, please, daddy, Bradley, fuck!”
Rivulets of sweat run down his back, making him shiver along with the urge to let go. His fist begins to stutter, torn between seeking release and holding back. The urge to come is all-consuming but the desire to be good that burns in his chest, the desire to obey, wins.
His muscles strain, holding tension like a strung bow. After what feels like an eternity holding back from tumbling over the edge, the command he’s waiting for is grunted into his ears.
“Come on, baby, give it to daddy. Come for me.”
Jake’s vision goes white. He can feel come splatter against his chest, as his back arches off the bed, his muscles clenching. Faintly, he’s aware he’s almost screaming but doesn’t try to rein the noise in.
He closes his eyes, feeling the tremors go through his thighs and down his calves.
“Yes, that’s a good boy.” Bradley’s soft tone helps Jake continue to relax.
He splays out on the bed, ignoring the need to clean up. The blindfold is wet with sweat, sticking to his temples, and he can feel come and sweat all over his chest, cooling on his skin. Despite the discomfort, he sinks into the familiarity of Bradley’s voice.
“God, Jake, I wish I could taste you right now, kiss you so you can taste yourself on my tongue.”
Jake whines, aching for Bradley to be by his side. “You’re my good boy. You hear me, Jake?”
Nodding his head and humming, Jake does his best to keep focusing on Bradley’s tender voice. He lets his eyes slip shut but doesn’t allow his mind to drift.
“Hey, baby? You can put your fingers in your mouth for me. Go ahead and put two fingers in.”
Jake complies and moans in relief, feeling the comfort of the weight on his tongue, the remnants of come on his taste buds. He breathes in through his nose and suckles slightly, humming contentedly at the sensation.
“Yeah, sweetheart. You were so good, always so amazing for me. Always so willing and so perfect.”
Jake stays there, listening to the quiet reassurances that Bradley whispers to him, the silent way he hums as he lets Jake wind down, the tension bleeding out of him.
“Take your blindfold off, sweetheart.”
Reaching behind his head, Jake unties the knot and tugs at the blindfold, careful not to dislodge the headphones from his head so as to not lose Bradley’s voice. He blinks his eyes a couple of times to adjust. The room isn’t bright by any means, but his eyes still feel sensitive to the light. He tries not to squint too much and unscrunches his face, relaxing his features as much as he can.
Slowly, he follows Bradley’s instructions on cleaning up. He pauses the video, making a mental note to send it to Bradley later. Then he towels off the come with a damp washcloth, changing into new briefs and throwing on one of Bradley’s hoodies. He strips the bed, leaving only the fitted sheet before going into the kitchen to drink water, all with the company of Bradley’s voice still playing on the headphones. Then, he returns to the bedroom, wrapping himself in one of his favorite blankets and settling onto the middle of the bed, curling in on himself.
Of course he misses Bradley, misses his touch and warmth, his comforting presence, but their job as Navy aviators calls for sacrifices like this. They make it work how they can, calling as often as possible, resorting to pre-made video recordings and voice notes when the other is unavailable.
It doesn’t matter that Jake has long stopped listening to the meaning of Bradley’s words. It’s the solace he finds in the man’s voice and the time he spent putting on this thing for him that matters to him, that makes him feel a little less lonely, that stirs a spark in him. Jake stretches languidly in bed and settles again, letting Bradley’s voice guide him safely into sleep.