Baby Bear

by Brina Brady

  Darius knelt behind him, stabbing his hard cock inside with shallow thrusts. He moved fast at first, then changed to a slower pace and continued this fast/slow pattern while he stroked Abel’s cock with his soapy hand. Abel pushed his ass back.

  “Don’t come until I tell you, boy.”

  “I’m so close, Sir.”

  “You’re going to have to wait.”

  Darius stopped stroking and tightened his grip on the base of Abel’s cock to prevent him from coming.

  “Better slow down,” Darius whispered.

  “Damn it!” Abel pounded the tile wall with his fists.

  Darius pulled out and helped Abel rise to his feet, then turned the shower on. “Do you know what will happen if you don’t hold it in?” Darius laughed and proceeded with stroking both their cocks in his huge hand. Abel leaned back against the tiles again, water streaming over him. Darius’s blood rushed to the tip of his cock when he looked up at Abel’s tortured expression.

  “Not yet,” Darius said. “Wait for me.”

  Darius finally shot, hitting Abel. The first blast hit his stomach, the next two landed on his nipple rings, and the rest dribbled over Darius’s fingers.

  “Come for me, boy.”

  Not needing any more contact, Abel shot his cum all over Darius’s body, moaning from the electrical shocks of his orgasm. Still reveling in the afterglow, Abel licked Darius’s cock clean. Darius kissed Abel and held him in his arms.

  “Did you like what we did?” Darius asked.

  “Yes, I loved playing a slave and serving you.”

  “I have lots of games for us. Let’s wash up. Then I want to see you in your teddy bear pajamas.”

  After they showered, they sat in bed, Darius smiling at his Baby Bear in his pajamas.

  “I have an extra laptop for you to use to look up anything you want. I want you to create an email account, so I can email you if I need to.”

  “Where is it?”

  “It’s in the other room. Feel free to use it as you like.”

  “Thank you. You’re so good to me.”

  Abel closed his eyes and fell asleep in Darius’s arms.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Darius

  The following day, they went to the diner for breakfast. This time, Abel drove his own car, so Darius didn’t have to drive him home.

  After they ate, Abel left to go back to bed. Now that the boys had completed painting the porch, Abel could sleep more and get back on his night schedule. He had promised to check in if he left the cabin so Darius wouldn’t worry, but he would anyway. Darius wanted Abel to work alongside him and on the same schedule. It would be more than challenging for them during the week. At least Abel had the weekends off, and for that, he was grateful.

  He placed Emma in charge of the diner until he returned and told her to call him if she needed anything. Emma trained Sammy, so everything at the diner would be fine without him. He wanted to spend more time working at the Eriksen Lake Hotel.

  He drove to Chaska’s cabin on the club’s property. A few of the members lived on the property full time, but not Darius. He wanted to have his own space during the week. As he got closer to the cabin, he saw colorful flowers decorating the edges. They were most likely the work of Lucas, since he’d loved gardening. Darius pounded on the door with a heavy fist. A shirtless, muscular Chaska opened the door. He was dressed in shorts as if it were summer., His beard was perfectly trimmed, his dark hair neatly tied in a ponytail, his mouth offset by an arrogant grin. His brown eyes were soulful and deep, always filled with mystery and a hint of danger. This was the man Lucas had left him for, something Darius would never understand.

  “What do you want?” Chaska asked.

  “I have something personal to discuss with you.”

  Darius followed him into the cabin. Something was cooking in the kitchen area. There was no sign of Lucas, which was good since he didn’t want him around while they talked. The boy would only complicate the conversation.

  “Sit down, and we’ll talk,” Chaska said.

  Darius sat on the lumpy sofa while Chaska sat on a chair across from him.

  “I have a problem with you touching my boy,” Darius said.

  “Touching him?” Chaska displayed a blank expression, which irritated Darius to no end.

  “Abel told me you pinched his ass. If I had known about it when it happened, you wouldn’t be sitting here.”

  “So you’re back to your threats. You always were a bully.”

  “No threats, just facts. You’re not to touch Abel, nor are you to go to Boka Boys to drool over him. You have your own boy. What’s your fucking problem?”

  “Now, you think you can tell me where to go or not go? I don’t think so. If you’re so insecure that you think I can take Abel from you, then something must be wrong with your relationship, just like it was with Lucas.”

  Darius stood. “There’s no point in talking to you. I’m going to ask the board to ban you from club activities, which means you’ll have to move out of here and get a real job.”

  “You can’t do that. Lucas and I will be homeless.”

  “It’s your own doing. If you think you can fuck around with my Baby Bear, you have another thing coming. It’s not going to happen again. Not now, not ever.”

  Lucas walked into the room, his red hair in a tangled mess. He rubbed his eyes as if he were waking up from sleep. “Are we going to be homeless?”

  “Chaska might be homeless, but we’ll find a place for you,” Darius said.

  “No one is going to be homeless. We’re staying here, whether you like it or not. The board won’t ban me over a pinched ass. So get over yourself.” Chaska stood.

  “I better not see you near Abel here or anywhere.” Darius left the cabin and drove to the main building, where Bryce was working. He and his boy, Jacob, worked the restaurant bar with a few others.

  The restaurant area was crowded with many lunch customers, which surprised Darius. Last week, they’d agreed to open the restaurant to the public during the week. Word must have gotten around quickly. He spotted Bryce behind the bar.

  “Hey, what are you doing here on a Monday?” Bryce asked.

  “Chaska. That’s why I’m here. I found out he pinched Abel’s ass on Saturday.”

  “Shit! What the fuck is wrong with him? He has Lucas.”

  “I just had a visit with him, and he thinks he can do as he pleases without consequences. He wants to watch Abel dance at Boka Boys.”

  “What do you want to do about it? He’s living here and isn’t working.”

  “Ban him from group activities and the cabin.”

  “Where would he and Lucas go?”

  “I don’t know nor care. We could place Lucas with another Papa Bear.”

  “Chaska pays us rent for the cabin in exchange for the interior and exterior maintenance of the properties around here. He’s lived there for years. Our rules don’t allow us to ban members unless they commit a felony or become a danger to the group. His behavior doesn’t fall into breaking those rules, so we can’t revoke his membership.”

  “We can ban him from group activities.”

  “I’ll talk to him about staying away from Abel. If he doesn’t listen, let me know, then we’ll have to come up with a plan because this isn’t acceptable. I don’t want Lucas hurt.”

  “Ah, little cheating Lucas. Well, you know how I feel about him, but I don’t want him hurt either, regardless of how I feel about Chaska.”

  “How’s Abel?”

  “He’s happy, but I’m still worried about his job. So many things could go wrong.”

  “Nothing will go wrong. Remember, he loves being with you. I see how he looks up to you. Abel is worth keeping, and you won’t have to deal with him straying. Let him dance and get it out of his system. One day, he’ll get tired of working nights and not being able to spend more time with you. I know he’ll leave the job because of the hours robbing your time together.”

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p; “I sure hope so.”

  Later that day, he watched Sammy waiting the tables as if he’d always been doing it. The customers appreciated his sweet smile and pleasant attitude. He had no idea the boy had this responsible and caring side to him. Sammy’s happiness made him feel like he’d helped him grow in some way.

  “You’re doing a great job, Sammy.”

  “Thanks. I wish Abel worked here with us.”

  “I do too, but he’s not ready for that right now.”

  “Remember how upset he was when you offered me the job and not him?”

  “That’s only because he didn’t have the Boka Boys job.”

  “I wish he’d quit. I’ll never see him if he works nights and I work days.”

  “I’ve been worrying about that too.”

  Darius walked back to his office and sat down to go over some paperwork. His phone buzzed.

  Abel: I have to go in to work now to rehearse the new dance.

  As much as Darius hated the idea of Abel going to work early without him, he had to restrain himself from saying anything negative. His job required him to take care of Abel, and part of that was seeing to Abel’s happiness, not his own. All his fears about Abel being lured away from him had returned. Bryce had said it wouldn’t happen with Abel, and he was a good judge of character. He’d warned him that Lucas was a rebound and to date him longer before he had taken him on as his Baby Bear. For that matter, Noah had also suggested the same thing when it came to Lucas. Darius hated to admit they’d been right and he’d been wrong to rush into a relationship then. Abel was different than Lucas in so many ways. Or was he? His self-doubt showed up at the worst of times.

  Darius: I’ll see you tonight at Boka Boys.

  Abel: I hate being separated from you.

  Darius: We both work and can’t be together all the time. We’ll have some time after you dance or before I go to work.

  Abel: I hope you’re not going to be too tired to play.

  Darius: Do you mean too tired at three in the morning?

  Abel: Maybe we could get up earlier tomorrow morning, then?

  Darius: We might have to play on the weekends. Text me if you need me.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  Abel

  As much as Abel loved the idea of beginning his additional position of training the dancers, he was worried about Mr. Benson. What if he asked for a blow job? What would he do? Daddy Darius wasn’t with him, and he’d have to stand up for himself. Was he strong enough to say no? He didn’t want to lose his job, but he had to keep his word to Daddy Darius. At some point, he’d have to make the choice to quit this job because he could see their relationship would suffer if they didn’t see each other often enough.

  Abel entered the empty club. Where were the dancers? A sick feeling churned in his stomach. Maybe they were waiting for him in the dressing room. He made his way to the long hallway when Mr. Benson’s door creaked open.

  “Abel, I need to talk to you.”

  The hairs on Abel’s arms stood on end from the strange tone in Mr. Benson’s voice. Abel turned around slowly and followed Mr. Benson into his office.

  “Where are all the dancers?” Abel stood in the doorway.

  “I wanted to be alone with you.”

  “Alone with me. Why?”

  “Don’t look at me like that. I’ve always cared for you and still do. There is something very important I want you to read, but I didn’t want you to be alone when you read it.”

  “Read what?”

  “I want you close to me as you read an article on my laptop.”

  “Are you going to do something to me?”

  “No. Just get your cute ass over here and sit so you can read the screen.” Mr. Benson’s face was pale, not normal for him, but there were no signs he wanted sex. Something very odd was going on, but Abel couldn’t figure out what.

  “Can’t you read it to me while I sit here?”

  “No, Abel, it’s important that you read it over here with me. It’s not something I should read to you. This information affects you.” Again, Mr. Benson frowned with concern.

  Abel made his way to Mr. Benson, who pushed his chair back, allowing him to sit. Mr. Benson clicked on a Utah newspaper article. He read the title, “Were Mormon cult members murdered in Mexican cartel shoot-out victims of a hit or a mix-up?”

  A cold shiver traveled down his back, his mouth became dry, and his heart started thumping painfully. The title frightened him. He scrolled down to a huge picture of four vans with Utah plates, riddled with bullet holes. Next to it was a smaller picture with his father, mothers, sisters, and brothers, and a few women he didn’t recognize, probably his father’s new wives. The police had found the vans at the side of the highway near the Mexican border; all the passengers were dead. No arrests had been made. The article mentioned all their names except his father’s. Tears rolled down Abel’s cheeks while his body trembled as he read about the shootout. He reread the names of the dead, sure he’d missed his father’s name, but it wasn’t there.

  “Are you okay, Abel?” Mr. Benson asked as he held him closer.

  Abel couldn’t find any words. He blamed his father for moving his family to Mexico. He must have done something to upset the cartel, and in the end, that bastard had caused their deaths. He’d never forgive him. Why wasn’t his father dead along with them? Had they tried to leave Mexico without him? There must have been a mistake. He had to be dead, and if he wasn’t, Abel wanted him dead now. He needed to pay for the deaths of his family.

  He continued reading. Robert Morris, second in line to take over the cult if something happened to his father, said his father hadn’t been among the cult members driving to Utah. According to Robert, his father’s location was unknown. So he’d left them to die while he hid from their enemies. He’d sacrificed everyone to save himself. Just like him to let others die for his mistakes. Abel wanted to hunt him down and make him suffer for what he had done.

  “Talk to me, Abel.”

  “You know I hate him. Look what he did to my family. My mother and sister deserved better than this. I should’ve tried harder to get them out.” He fisted his tears away. The beating of his heart echoed in his ears, and his stomach ached with cramps.

  “Please don’t punish yourself for your father’s errors. He threw you out. It wasn’t your choice to leave them. You tried many times to get them out. They didn’t want to leave. You’re not responsible for this. You did everything you could do to help them, but they refused you. I know how close you were with your sister. I’m so sorry.” Mr. Benson stroked Abel’s back.

  “Why wouldn’t they leave?” Abel asked through his tears. He tried to imagine the pain his mother and sister would have felt at the time of the shoot-out. They must have been so afraid of dying without any means of protecting themselves. They had been sitting ducks in a traveling van. No one could help them. And then it was all over for them.

  “They were brainwashed and couldn’t see the path you were offering them. What can I do for you now? I want to help you.”

  “Can you print the entire article for me?” Abel asked, certain he’d missed some of the details. “I don’t know how I can deal with this.”

  “I’m here, and you have Darius on your side.” Mr. Benson printed the article and stapled the pages together.

  Everything started to sink in, and Abel rested his head on Mr. Benson’s shoulder. He couldn’t stop crying. He’d never be the same. The door opened.

  “It’s not what you think,” Mr. Benson said.

  “My eyes don’t lie,” Daddy Darius said and slammed the door behind him as he left.

  Abel was too distraught to go after him. Daddy Darius saw what he wanted to see. Abel got up from Mr. Benson’s lap, sniffling and wiping at his tears.

  “Abel, I’ll make it right with Darius. Don’t worry about it. Let him work off his anger. I’ll take you home, and you can rest until you want to talk to him, or when he comes for you.”

  “I
have to work.” Abel felt dizzy.

  “Not tonight. Let me take you to my house.” Mr. Benson got up and helped Abel move.

  “No, I can’t go to your house. Darius will never forgive me if I go there.”

  “I’m not going to allow you to stay alone in a cheap motel room right now.”

  Abel allowed Mr. Benson to direct him to his car. He looked around for Daddy Darius’s truck, but it wasn’t in the parking lot. He’d lost everything in one day except his job. He’d survive somehow without his family; he was doing that already. But losing Daddy Darius was wrong. He belonged with him. He was so lost in thought he found himself inside Mr. Benson’s house before he knew it. Keon was waiting for them.

  “I need to go back to work, so take care of Abel. Make sure he rests,” Mr. Benson said, hugging Abel.

  “What about Darius? Are you going to talk to him?” Abel asked.

  “I’m going to the diner now to talk to him. Don’t worry. I’ll make everything okay with him.”

  Mr. Benson left Abel sitting on the couch with Keon.

  “Are you going to be okay?” Keon asked. “Mr. Benson told me what happened to your family.”

  “I feel like shit right now. I wish I could find my father and make him suffer before I kill him.”

  “Hey, Abel. I know you’re upset, and I’m sorry about what happened. But why are you here and not with Darius?”

  “I’m in trouble with Darius. Everything is all fucked up. Today had been good until I talked to Mr. Benson.”

  “Did he hurt you?”

  “No. He wanted to help me get through something we share. He understands how I feel about my family. Then Darius walked into Mr. Benson’s office and saw me on his lap. He couldn’t leave fast enough.”

  “What the hell were you doing on Mr. Benson’s lap?”

  “I told you. He was helping me and supporting me while I read about my family. He didn’t want to take advantage of me, but it didn’t look good.”

  “Did you know he has a boyfriend?”

  “Who?”

  “Benny. He parks the cars.”