by Brina Brady
“Why would I be?” Abel asked.
“Remember Freddie?”
“Yes. I saw him sucking Mr. Benson off just now.” Abel kept a blank expression.
“Mr. Benson told us you were coming back and to be nice to you. That’s when Freddie decided to visit Mr. Benson.”
“Am I supposed to be upset?” Abel asked. He was upset, but he wouldn’t show it, not here. He had to get through tonight. Then he could cry all night if he wanted to.
His name came on the intercom announcing he was up. He walked to the stage and faced the crowd filling the club. So many men and women were out there to see him dance. He strutted across the stage with everyone clapping and whistling at him. He lived for that applause.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Darius
Darius turned his attention away from his phone to the alluring boy climbing the length of a pole on the stage. This time Darius made sure Abel noticed him. No more hiding. That boy was his. The sooner Able got the memo; the sooner things would turn out for the better for both of them.
Abel’s blue eyes met Darius’s a few too many times while Abel slithered up and down the shiny pole and stripped off his clothes piece by piece to the beat of the sexy music of “SoMo - Or Nah (Rendition)” That was his Abel gliding midway down the pole, shifting into a perpendicular position and twisting around as if he were spiraling. It took everything he had not to run up onto the stage and drag his boy out of the club. As much as he wanted to do that, he resisted. Benson would file charges against him, and Abel might as well. He needed to get his boy out of this dump, but he had to be careful how to do it.
Abel twirled his slim body around the pole in almost impossible positions. In three blinks, he turned upside down, and his long, blue-streaked blond hair swept the platform floor while he spun around and around again at an ever-increasing speed. He must have streaked his hair blue for his comeback. Darius looked around the club. Men and women alike were drooling over Abel. Not for long. He’s mine, you sick fuckers.
The combination of the music vibrations and the scotch warmed Darius’s cock delightfully. Men and women continued to line the back wall behind him.
Darius’s tight jeans imprisoned his swollen cock. He swore he’d refuse to allow Abel out of the house in those ripped bright red shorts. They made him look like a cheap Hollywood whore in some back alley, waiting to find a willing client. Of course, Darius wouldn’t mind Abel wearing them in the cabin for him so they could play.
Why was he so slow to get things rolling? He should’ve fucked him the first night. Abel had wanted to sleep in the same bed, but Darius had refused wanting to give him time to adjust to his ways and learn about his lifestyle. Apparently, he didn’t need any time. It looked like Abel had moved on within hours. Depression filled Darius like dark clouds over a beach. What if he couldn’t get Abel back? He looked like he loved what he was doing, and he certainly loved the attention he was getting. Did he have any right to force him to quit so he didn’t have to share him with the pukes in the room? Yes, he did because he’d offer Abel a better life. Darius would never compromise his boy’s safety.
When Abel finished dancing, he flirted with the men up front who were stuffing money into his thong. Darius hated when other men touched Abel. There was no way he could continue to work here. A long ten minutes later, Abel left the stage. Darius exited the club and walked around to the parking lot, where Miguel had said they’d meet Abel to walk him home. As promised, Miguel and Arturo stood by the back door. Darius walked up to them and greeted them.
“I’m going to talk to Abel, so you two can leave,” Darius said. He’d expected the two men to leave, but they didn’t move.
“Abel said he’s done with you. He wants us to walk him to the motel,” Miguel said.
“Well, let’s wait until he comes out, and I’ll see if he’ll talk to me,” Darius said. Why hadn’t Abel driven himself? Or they could’ve picked him up on their motorcycle. The motel was around the block, but walking at this hour was asking for trouble. Then again, Abel was trouble.
“I don’t know if you noticed this about Abel yet,” Arturo said, “but he’s stubborn and very immature. That’s why we watch out for him. He’s a danger to himself. We’re cheering for you because he needs a strong man to keep him in check.”
“I know he needs guidance. I can give him that if he gives me another chance.”
The back door opened, and Abel came strutting across the parking lot. He stopped when he saw Darius, glaring at him. He didn’t look like he wanted to have anything to do with him. He was wearing those damn shorts again. Is he out of his damn mind?
“We need to talk,” Darius said.
“About what?” Abel rolled his eyes on purpose. Darius would mentally keep track of his disrespect and spank his ass red in good time.
“Lots of things. I’d like to talk to you in my truck, and later I’ll drive you to wherever you want to go.”
Abel looked at Miguel and Arturo. Both were smiling at him as if they approved of the arrangement.
“Give him a chance to talk,” Miguel said.
“We’ll wait here if you want,” Arturo added.
“You guys can leave. Darius will drive me back to the motel. Thanks for showing up.”
“No problem. Send me or Arturo a text if you need us,” Miguel said.
Once the brothers left, Darius said, “I missed you, Abel.”
“I didn’t miss you.”
They walked to the truck, side by side, without touching each other. Abel jumped in and crossed his arms as Darius got in behind the wheel.
“First, I have something to say to you,” Darius said.
Abel cocked his head as if he was ready to give Darius a major bad attitude, the kind that warranted a damn good spanking. He sure needed one, especially for wearing those damn shorts at this hour of the night.
“I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. At lunch, I should’ve acknowledged you with a kiss. And I didn’t know you wanted to work at the diner. If you had told me, I would’ve given you a position there too.”
“I thought you really meant that you wanted to help me, but all of it was a lie. How come you acted like I was nobody during lunch? Did you forget to kiss me or hug me, or was it on purpose?”
“I’m going to be honest here. I deliberately didn’t kiss or hug you. You want to know why? Well, it doesn’t have a damn thing to do with you. I’m sure you know about Lucas because Sammy has a big mouth. For two years, I suffered the damage of my boy cheating on me. I’m not so hot on repeating that. I had no idea if we’d work out, so I didn’t dare take a chance. It’s as simple as that. It’s my problem, and I own it. It has nothing to do with you.”
“How could you ask Mr. Benson to fire me?” Abel toggled his head back and forth in a bitchy way. Darius didn’t like it one bit, and he would have to punish Abel for it. For now, he let it slide. Abel wasn’t his yet.
“Remember I told you that if you stick around long enough, you’ll learn about me. I’m not proud of getting you fired. That was a royal fuckup on my part. I thought you’d never give me a second look if I asked you out. So I figured that if I created a situation where you needed my help, you’d want me or give me a chance. I really want you to be with me.”
“You operate like a mob boss. Your behavior makes me fear you.”
“Abel, I want you to give me a chance, a second chance to show you how much I can care for you.”
“I’ve had many men fuck me over, but I thought better of you. Clearly I was wrong. Maybe you’re not ready for a new boy. Maybe you’re still in love with Lucas. Your actions hurt me. I won’t let anyone hurt me anymore. And you said you did it on purpose.”
“I’m sorry I hurt you. Let me tell you something, and I’m only going to say it once, so listen up. I’m not in love with Lucas, nor do I want him back, and I most definitely am ready for a new boy. I want you to be my boy. What do you want, Abel?”
“Your new boy, as in your Baby Bea
r?”
“Of course, I want you to be my Baby Bear, but you must understand what that means for us and want that. Tell me what you want.”
“I wanted you to be my Papa Bear. I want what Papa Noah and Sammy have, but I don’t want to give up my job. I’m afraid of becoming homeless.” Abel leaned his head on the window.
“You said you wanted me to be your Papa Bear, not want. Did you change your mind about that?” Darius’s stomach hurt. This wasn’t going how he’d imagined it. Abel was extremely emotional, more than he’d thought when they first met.
“I don’t know if I want you to be my Papa Bear anymore. You have too much baggage from your past to give me a fair chance.”
“I’m thirty-eight, and yes, I do have some baggage, so what?” Darius leaned over and pulled Abel in his arms. “This is what I want.” He pressed his lips on Abel’s, and his tongue found its way into Abel’s mouth. He tasted so sweet, like sugar.
“I want to fuck you, boy,” Darius whispered. “Come with me to the cabin so I can show you what I want to do to you.”
“I want that too, but I didn’t hear you say anything about my dancing job.”
“Let me fuck you first. We’ll talk about what a Papa Bear needs from his Baby Bear later.” Darius rubbed Abel’s cock through his shorts, then slipped his hand inside, and sure enough, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Abel’s cock grew into Darius’s hand. “What a beautiful cock.”
A loud tapping on the window startled them. Darius quickly pulled his hand out of Abel’s shorts. Mr. Benson was standing beside the passenger’s side. He gestured for Abel to roll down the window.
“Roll the window down, and let’s see what he wants,” Darius said.
Abel did as Darius told him.
“Why are you two fucking around in my parking lot? It’s bad for business.”
“You should talk,” Darius said.
“Abel, come in one hour earlier tomorrow with sugar, and we’ll take care of our unfinished business in my office.”
Mr. Benson didn’t wait for Abel to respond, but turned around and walked back inside the club without looking back.
“What unfinished business is he talking about?” Darius asked.
“I didn’t fill out the insurance papers for the job.” Abel avoided eye contact.
“Why did he tell you to bring sugar one hour earlier? Tell me what he meant.”
“He wants to see me smiling, not frowning.” Abel stared into his lap.
“I don’t believe you. And look at me when I speak to you.”
“You think I’m lying?” Abel asked, slowly facing Darius.
“Are you going to come home with me, or should I drop you off at the motel?”
“You just accused me of lying. Maybe you’d better drop me off at the motel.” Abel’s voice trembled.
“Fine then.” Darius revved the engine and sped out of the parking lot like a demon was chasing him. He drove around the block to the motel and stopped. Abel was crying.
“Abel, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing is working out the way I want it to. I messed up, and now everything is fucked between us.”
“Just give me the word, and I’ll take you to the cabin with me.”
Abel continued sobbing, his tears flowing. Darius leaned over and pulled him into his arms. “You need me, Abel. I want to take you home. I know what you need.”
Abel buried his head into Darius’s shoulder and wept as if it was the end of his life. Darius rubbed tiny circles on his back, trying to soothe him.
“How about we get some of your things and bring them to the cabin? I don’t have to stay there if you don’t want me with you. We can pick up your car tomorrow.”
“I don’t want you to leave me alone at the cabin.” Abel fisted his tears away. “I’ll bring one suitcase for tonight.”
“I’m not letting you go in alone.” Darius looked at Abel’s bare legs and those damn short shorts. He honestly didn’t think walking around half-naked in this area was safe. Abel was a walking fuck-me already. He needed protection. My protection. My care. My love.
Abel opened the truck door, and by the time he’d stepped out, Darius was at his side. They walked to his room.
“It’s messy in there. Maybe you should wait outside.”
“No way. I’m coming in.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Abel
As soon as they went inside the motel room, Abel locked the door and slid the latch into place. When he turned around, Daddy Darius threw him over his shoulder and carried him to the bathroom. He put Abel down and yanked his shirt up over his head. He licked Abel’s nipples and playfully tugged on his small gold rings, leaving his nipples hard.
Daddy Darius pulled down Abel’s shorts, and Abel stepped out of them. Abel’s cock woke up from Daddy Darius touching his sensitive areas, reminding him he was alive and released from the cave where he’d hidden away his needs and desires for so long. Abel wanted more, more than just survival essentials.
“Your ass, cock, and nipples are mine, boy.”
“Yes, Daddy Darius,” Abel whispered.
“Wash your body for me,” Daddy Darius ordered.
He was the kind of man who could take charge of Abel, something he’d been craving and looking for since his mother had escorted him off the compound. Daddy Darius’s domineering presence walled Abel with protection and care. Abel wished that in time, Daddy Darius would love him the way Daddy Noah loved Sammy. He wanted what they had. If only things could work out between them.
“Where’s your enema bag?” Daddy Darius asked.
“In the brown suitcase.” Abel pointed to the other room.
While Daddy Darius fetched his enema bag, Abel’s thoughts ran wild. Abel wanted Daddy Darius to fuck him without any demands.
The only problem with Daddy Darius was he could be distant at times, which caused Abel to freak out and become insecure. Abel had the propensity to overreact to other people’s light and dark side. Daddy Darius’s moods flipped back and forth so fast it was hard to know how he’d respond to anything at any given moment. Abel didn’t know him well enough and worried Daddy Darius would abandon him when he’d had enough of Abel.
After the water warmed, Abel quickly stepped into the shower stall and scrubbed every inch of his body like Daddy Darius had told him to do.
Daddy Darius came back and filled the enema bag with warm water and cleaning solution. He handed it to Abel, then left the bathroom to give him some privacy. When he finished cleaning himself inside and out, Daddy Darius returned to the bathroom and toweled Abel with gentleness. Once he was dry, Daddy Darius threw Abel over his shoulder again, carried him to bed, and placed him on the bedspread, facedown. Then Daddy Darius climbed onto it as well.
“Put the pillow under your stomach so your ass sticks up for me,” Daddy Darius ordered.
Abel quickly did as he was told, eager to please the fully dressed man between his legs. Daddy Darius licked the back of Abel’s neck, his tongue playing and tickling, sending chills down Abel’s body. Peppering kisses down his spine, he traveled to his ass and spread Abel’s cheeks ever so tenderly.
“I want you,” he said in a low growl, the sound making Abel’s balls tingle.
He licked along the entrance to the back of his sack and played with Abel’s scrotum, licking and sucking. He returned to his entrance and dipped his tongue inside. It felt so good. No one had ever rimmed Abel before. He’d read about it on the online porn sites, but he’d never experienced it himself.
Daddy Darius’s tongue literally fucked him, dripping warm saliva all over. He shoved his wet tongue in and out, fast and hard. Abel arched his back, needing more, wanting more of Daddy Darius. He wanted all of him, now and forever. Nothing ever had felt this good. He was going to lose his mind soon from the combination of the physical sensation and the idea that he was breaking some unspoken social rule by receiving Daddy Darius’s tongue inside his ass. Aroused. Turned on. Whatever he wanted to ca
ll it, the sensation was more satisfying than anything he’d ever experienced.
“You taste like sugar, my sweet boy,” Daddy Darius whispered.
Abel moaned, craving more. His cock stood at full mast, smacking his stomach. Daddy Darius dribbled lube onto his fingers and slipped one into his trembling hole, then two and three fingers, perfectly hitting the most sensitive area. Daddy Darius found that magical spot. Even though this was their first time together, he knew his way around Abel’s body. No questions, no fumbling around. He just knew. Abel arched into Daddy Darius’s muscular fingers, still needing more. He wanted to scream “Fuck Me,” but he bit his tongue, holding back the words.
Daddy Darius pulled his fingers out, leaving Abel empty. He watched his Daddy remove his clothes, then put on a condom, and lubed his thick, beautiful cock. How he loved that cock, his cock. Daddy Darius caught his eye and winked. Abel grinned in return. He couldn’t wait for what was to come.
“Get on all fours,” Daddy Darius ordered.
Abel gladly obeyed, waiting ever so patiently for that huge gorgeous cock to fill him. It was the way Daddy Darius had seized him, making him complete with all his love, protection, and entitlement. He craved belonging to Daddy Darius in every conceivable way. So much, that he wanted to yield to him.
Daddy Darius knelt behind him, grabbed Abel’s cock, and stroked it until it pulsated. Before it could explode, Darius stopped, instead squeezing Abel’s nipples, which shot a new kind of pleasure-pain through him and ignited his desire.
“I love your gold rings, Baby Bear.”
“I like it when you play with them.” His words fell into a deep moan as Daddy Darius twisted both rings.
“I’m going to fuck you hard and make you take all of me. Are you ready for that?”
“Yes, Papa Bear.”
Daddy Darius wrapped one arm around Abel’s waist. With his other hand, he aimed for his target and shoved his cock inside. The burn melted Abel’s insides, and his ass throbbed as Daddy Darius slammed in and out, nudging his magical gland. His cock oozed with precum. Abel bucked his cock, needing more friction. Daddy Darius immediately saw to his need by grabbing his cock in his hand and stroking it to the same rhythm of his own cock thumping inside him. The sound of their skin clashing turned Abel on even more.
